I don't remember exactly what I said during the last entry, but I'll follow up on Sadie's passing.
As things happen it all happened the way it was meant to...
Byron took Friday off from work. Sadie was extremely weak. We called my Mom and My Aunt Carrie who was in town visiting for the weekend from Minnesota. My Mom and Carrie happily agreed to spend the day with Charlie, so Byron and I could spend important time saying good-bye to Sadie.
They came to our home and made it so easy to transition. My Mom looked so empathetic as she hugged me in the living room. Sadie mounted her last greeting for them and then layed down in front of the fireplace by my Aunt Carrie. Carrie pet her and whispered "sweet nothings" to her of comfort and support and Sadie needed that.
Byron pulled out a photo album and shared puppy pictures of Sadie. We also had pictures of friends, family and Sadie out on our dining room table. I needed to see faces of people I love and who love us, and we needed to look at pictures of Sadie during her happy and healthy days.
Finally we went to the vet 20 minutes late...it was hard to go. Byron wrapped her in a blanket she loved, and we put her in her bed in the back of the wagon. She was so frail that it appeared difficult for her to find a position she liked. The vet is only about a half of a mile, if that, from our home, so she didn't have to brace herself around too many corners as we drove.
Once we got there the reality hit harder for Byron. Nursing experience didn't help me too much with my own grief. I was in comfort mode instead of grief mode and it's only gradually slapping me in the face.
I will say that she looked me directly in the eyes as I had my hand on her front paw. I told her we loved her and we were going to take the pain away soon. She had a hard time looking at Byron b/c she knew he was hurting. He put his hand on her other paw and it was a nice moment. Dr. Sipes at Westwood Animal Hospital was very professional, competent and compassionate. He was able to give her an injection of a barbituate and it was literally a couple of minutes before he checked her heart to find that her body was lifeless. She was ready.
I had to look at her for a while to know it was real. She looked so peaceful. I remember her eyelashes looking so pretty. She was such a beautiful animal.
Then, we went to Winsteads for a comfort burger. I played "My Girl" on the jute box. We ordered hot chocolate, burgers, fries and an apple dumpling for dessert. Winsteads was packed and it was probably good. If we had gone home or to a quiet place there's no telling how dehydrated our eyes would be.
Byron decided we should go to the Antique Mall downtown and it was the best decision. Lot's to look at as a distraction. It's his favorite thing to do...look at, touch, fix, spout endless knowledge of when it was made, by who and the history behind it all. We were in the moment and forgot our sorrows.
We found two wooden chairs for children that we ended up buying and a metal shelving unit for his workshop we've got to arrange in the basement. Progress.
Then we headed back to my Mom's. Charlie was a happy clam, and so were the fairy Godmothers. They had a great day together; bathed him, gave him tummy time, and lots of singing and oo-ing and ah-ing.
Mom had a beautiful dinner fixed and we sat down, ate, and talked at the table. Byron turned the TV on to find a documentary on a musician or band ? can't remember who --- oh yeah, oops, can't remember. ugh sleep deprivation :-). I found a drawer full of old pictures, so I passed them back and forth with my Mom and Aunt Carrie. Good times.
We stayed the night at Moms. It was just too much to come home to our house knowing we wouldn't be greeted by our girl. I know I know, all this sounds so hokey over a dog, but I never realized how attached humans can be with domestic animals. She was the first one I've lived with for years and loved. Now I truly understand.
I'm gonna wrap it up cause this has been long, but therapeutic to write.
I miss her greatly and it will take a while to get used to life without Sadie.