We put Fiona down at 5:45 PM Pacific Daylight Time. She appeared to have pancreatitis and something that was damaging her liver in a big way. It was going to cost us $2000 to have a 50-50 chance of keeping her alive. We had already put down $2500. I think the vet encouraged me because […]
Sorry for my absence. I got word a few weeks ago that my mother had a [[glioblastoma]] growing in her head and had only a few weeks to live. Since then, I have been swinging from depression to mania and back again, with a day or two here and there where I feel neither condition. […]
You never know the nature of a person’s glue until they vanish
I want to pick up the phone, dial her number, and say to her “What’s this death thing you’re on about? “
What she said made no sense.
Lynn’s father passed away at about 3 am Eastern time last night after a seven year struggle with bone cancer.
Tracy came home yesterday, via UPS.
“Oh, my poor baby!” I cried, as if she could still feel it. “I’m so sorry!”
Thank you to everyone who responded so quickly to my news of Tracy’s death last night. And thank you to those who will offer their comfort.
She died as I said, in my lap, crying only once, near the end.