Tuesday, February 02, 2016
He fulfilled his mission
Barring a miracle, Scrubs probably has 24 hours to a few weeks left to live.
Leaving out all the medical jargon, I'll say that the guess is he has liver cancer and we can't drain any more of the fluid without him possibly getting too dehydrated.
So he is home with us. He is very happy and doesn't seem to be in any pain. As long as that is the case, we'll keep him with us.
His tail wags frequently. He wants treats. He has been giving me tons of ear kisses. I plan to give him a lot of peanut butter and cheese (his favorites.)
Please pray for us as we make decisions about when it is time to let Scrubs go. Please pray for me as I fear having to make a decision while JB is at work or finding Scrubs already gone. I know I owe it to him to not let him go too soon or too late and to be with him as we say good bye.
On the way home, JB told me that he feels like Scrubby fulfilled his mission. He got us to our forever home. He joined us at a time that we were barely hanging onto life and moved with us to each of our houses, making them feel like a home. He gave us security and companionship beyond what we could have asked. We feel peace knowing that he fulfilled his mission. He got us here. We are safe and settled and secure.
And now he is ready to go.
His job is done.
Good boy Scrubby. Good boy.