I thought I would share a few videos. This first one is Hannah who somehow learned to ride a bike with training wheels while I wasn't looking. I just turned around and there she went. She is singing "Round in Circles."
The second is a quick video of Scrubs. You may not be able to tell by the video, but I can, that he is getting pretty bloated again and that he definitely has some muscle loss around his back. He is not looking "fit and trim" like he always does. But honestly, other than that, he doesn't look like he has cancer (or a tumor or some other weird thing) that is going to end his life soon. I keep praying the vet is wrong (and she admitted the timeline is unknown to her) but also trying to be very level-headed and prepared for him to leave us. He is eating snacks and hanging out with us and doing all the things he normally does.
I've never had to deal with a chronic illness in someone I love, but I have to imagine that it would be sort of the same in a person as it is in a dog. You watch them. You see how they feel. You ask them questions. (Although dogs don't answer back.) And you dream that maybe they aren't sick. And maybe they'll defy the odds.
And sometimes they do.
And sometimes they don't.
I'm praying and hoping that my Scrubby will live longer than anyone thinks he can while still preparing myself to say good bye to him.
And while I thought I would be really sad, once the initial shock wore off, I'm actually a very sort of "happy sad" as Sidge likes to call it. I'm so enjoying spoiling him and loving him and really paying attention to him. He must be thinking, "Woman. Leave me alone!"
We bought him extra bacon snacks at the grocery store today.
And man oh man does he love sleeping on the couch in the school room.
Part of me wonders if this all wasn't to get himself up on that couch.
Either way, I am really so thankful that his death didn't come suddenly and that I'm able to really thank him for the wonderful years he gave me.