This girl. Sigh.
At the time this post goes up, I’ll be delivering her to our vet for another procedure: today she’s having a cyst removed from her front leg. We’ve visited our vet more frequently in the past eighteen months; that happens as a dog (or anything, really) gets older. It’s hard. She’s ten and a half.
My other beagle (the late, great Bijoux) lived to be thirteen. She was my first baby: we brought her home two years before D was born. I spent the last three years of her life panicking over each and every health incident (and in between them!) because I was worried that, each time, THAT would be it. It’s a terrible way to live and I swore I wouldn’t do that again, and I haven’t…so far.
The dropping off part on days like these, though. That kills me. Anxiety runs high and the tears are just under the surface as I hand over the leash to one of the vet techs. The great thing is, I adore my vet. Coincidentally, he attended vet school with Bijoux’s vet, who was an angel on earth. I have always loved that connection; it feels cosmic in a way. I love his “bedside manner” and trust him completely. So why the anxiety? It’s that fear of loss. That’s what happens when we open up our hearts to someone, whether it’s a fellow human being or a furry family member.
Logically I know she’s going to be fine today. It’s conveying that idea to my heart that is tougher, and I’ll be working on that every single minute until I get the phone call that says she came through just fine and I can pick her up anytime after 3:00.
Send a good thought her way, would you? (Mine too, if you don’t mind.) Thanks.
Edited at 7:30 p.m.: She’s home and although looking quite pitiful (I would be, too!), she’s going to be just fine. Thank you for keeping her in your thoughts today, everyone!
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I know the feeling all to well. Sending Roxie LOTS of love, prayers and happy thoughts that all will go well and she is safely in your arms this afternoon. Hugs to both of you! xo
Thanks, Patty! She’s limping around but she’s fine! (Yay!)
Sending many, many good thoughts Roxie’s way. And yours. You’ll be rubbing her soft ears by the end of the day.
Indeed, I am. Thanks, Shannon!
Sending love and prayers your way. These four legged family members hold our hearts so close, don’t they? The waiting IS the worst part. Hugs!
Thanks Heather! Glad that’s over…shew!
Oh, it is so hard! Sending love your way!
Thank you! xo
You need her now more than ever! Sending hugs to both of you.
Thanks. 🙂 xo
Big big hugs. These furry folks are so important. We’re dealing with a soft tissue sarcoma (giant fucking tumor) on our Dexter’s hip/butt. Surgery is possible, but not likely that it will stop it from returning, and the surgery very likely could impact his mobility because of where it’s located. Big hugs to you mama. This shit’s hard.
Oh gosh, that sucks. Poor Dexter. Sending hugs back your way!! xoxoxo
Much love to the both of yuhs ♡
Cute photo! Why is it that our pets cost more money in their last days or weeks of life than they did for all the years we had them? Good luck.
So true! Oy vey.
I understand this more now. For sure. I was uneasy all day while Ollie was getting his man parts removed. Hope things went well!
I hope Ollie’s doing well, too! xo
So glad Roxie is okay. Those little fur balls do work their way deep into our hearts.
Yes, they do…those little buggars. 🙂
Does it still count if I read this super late and the good thought came AFTER I saw on FB that she is ok? Because I’m still sending it 🙂
Totally counts. 🙂
Our furry children stay close to our heart whether old, young, sick or healthy. Sending healing vibes her way and hugs to you. Lots of love for all!
They sure do. Thank you very much!
Glad she’s ok. We have had our dog for 14 years as of last week. She’s still kicking.
She’s clearly unwell because she misses me. I know cysts don’t equal unwell, but that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. (I hope her swelling is better now.)