Monday, September 14, 2009

A Do-Over Day...

Or should I just call it a "do-over weekend?!"

We've all been there, done that... had one of those days that at some point- usually just midway through it that you just want to crawl back in bed and start over?  Well, Saturday was just one of those days- which led to one of those weekends all together. (Let's hope this weekend upcoming, which is already planned to be twice as busy, is not a repeat of what we just went through!)

So, it all starts out like any other great Saturday as planned:  sleep in, wrap present for my future sister-in-law's bridal shower, the kids hang out with daddy while I "shower" with the ladies....  then off to Raymore to take pictures and create a virtual tour for a new homes listing (one of my side jobs), then just a night to chill and relax with the family!  That was the plan anyway... and like I said, it all started out just fine...

The Mikasa Margarita Glasses and Margarita lotion and foot scrub for the Bride-2-Be
Chocolate Chip Pancakes smothered in peanut butter and maple syrup that Tony made...
and then mom called....
I knew it wasn't good...
all I heard was Tony say, "ok, no, I'll take care of it."
I just knew.......
It all started a little over 6 months ago, when we noticed a lump on BooBoo's (aka: Clifford) front leg.  Tony finally took him to the vet as he was limping and whining more and more.  Not good.  It's a tumor.  IN his bone.  No telling how long it's been there, how big it is, how far it's spread....  "Just make him comfortable," was the advice we received.  While the tumor was only about the size of a golf ball, it gradually got worse...  and doubled in size each month.  Tony talked to the vet about amputation, but not knowing how far it'd spread internally and with his age; they felt it'd be better for him not to have to learn to walk with 3 legs now- he might not get over it and going under was probably not the best idea.  There were also suggestions of taking him to KU to have students "study him" and to use him for trials and experimental case studies as this is so rare, but again, he didn't see that as any life for him....  So, BooBoo's spent many a day being spoiled with lots of treats and peanut butter sandwiches and chew bones.  As he got around less and less and developed more and more incontinence (sp?) issues, we decided to take him up to The Ponderosa where he loves to be- to run and be free, to enjoy the open spaces and fresh air.  He always loved going to Papa's and seeing his friends there.  He was happy.  That was a week ago.  Then, during breakfast, mom called....  "he's not doing good... he won't get up..."  It was time.  And Tony left right away to get his dog, his dog of 12 years.... to make his appointment and bring him home.
Rest In Peace - You'll be missed fat dog.
the rest is just a blur....  something about crabby kids at a luncheon, a trip across town and then some for a house that wasn't ready..... what happened next, I dunno....

1 comment:

ryr said...

sniff, sniff.