We spent last Saturday at the Foxes' household for lunch. Today we did the Jones' dinner in Effingham, and tomorrow we will be in Xenia for the Moores'. We will be fat and happy and probably miserable by Saturday. I had planned on putting up the tree today, but is is 6:30 and I haven't started yet...maybe tomorrow!
As some of you already know, we had Jezzebelle sent to doggy heaven this week. She had lost vision in one eye, and had become grumpier than usual. There were daily puddles of spite on the floor and spit up water with every drink. With another human addition to the family, the daily stress that had become Jezzie was just too much. Everyone was very concerned about how I would handle the loss, but I think I have done quite well. There were tears when I realized she wasn't here, and tears the next morning when the permanence of the situation hit me. The house is much quieter without my living motion sensor, but it has been a bit of a relief. Jezzie was a birthday gift during a very hard time in my life, and she was a great companion for 13 years. In those 13 years, her life had changed dramatically (from sleeping in my bed...sometimes with her head on my pillow....to sleeping in a crate), but I hope she had a good one. For those of you who knew Jezzebelle, you know how much attitude that little dog had. It made me smile a little when Steve told me that before she left this world she left a puddle on the vet's floor as soon as they had cleaned up the pile of #2 . She went out in true Jezzie style.
May your afterlife be full of boiled chicken and neck scratches.
Rest in peace, Jezzebelle Jul.
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