Sad moments
Mom called last night. She managed to say "I have some bad news" before breaking into tears. While the news had been expected by everybody, we had all still lived in hope. It was their dog. She has cancer. "The doctor said it's only a matter of days now."

This dog means the world to my mom and her husband. She's quite possibly the most spoiled dog in the world. Being of a small Papillon breed, this dog was carried around everywhere like a baby. Her death will be absolutely devastating.

I went to see her today. It was a good day for her. She actually came outside to greet me, while at the same time I noticed my mom's husband working in the front yard. "He's digging a grave before the ground freezes." It was very surreal. While petting the dog my mom's husband went to measure the dog's basket again, before resuming digging. After he had finished he sat down, took a beer, looked 10 years older than he is and began to cry.

They are hoping that they can find a vet who will do housecalls. If not, one possibility will be to shoot her. She's terrified of the vet's office and as horrible as shooting feels like, it still sounds a bit better than having the dog's last moments be in terror.

I just can't imagine my mother's place without her. Without her running up to my car as soon as I've pulled in and barking in excitement. Without her next running to her toys and wanting me to play with her. Without her begging to sit in my lap as soon as I've sat down. The place won't ever feel the same without her.
Posted 19:18