Not a good week here at Chez Lintz.
Death surrounds me.
My good friend, Mary Ellen, lost her son unexpectedly on Thursday. He died sometime during the night. They found him in bed because he didn't report to work on time. He was only 36. He leaves behind a wife of 12 years and 3 small children.
Sue send me an email that a blogging friend lost her 18 year old son to a valiant fight with cancer. Puts the Cadet's situation in a whole different light.
And this morning, I will be sending my woobie, Fraggles, on his journey across the Rainbow Bridge. This is so hard for me to do. This morning, he is having a good morning, too. But other mornings, not so much and when I look into his eyes, there's life but not that same spark. So, I gave him his favorite breakfast, sat with him and petted him and told him how much I love him. I know he can't hear me but I know he felt how much I love him. And I brushed him. I have to go to the vet to get a sedative to give him for the car ride so he doesn't get scared. He gets very disoriented by the car's motion cause he can't hear and he doesn't see well. And at 11:15 or so, I'll make the call to see if the vet is running behind on his appointments. They don't want me there when the office is full. Hopefully, by noon, he will be playing with our pets that have gone before him, Freeway, Pirate, Puffer and Jesse.