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Last Friday, my mother had to put our 15 year old Maltese, Mia, to sleep.
This was from a few years ago
This one is from this past July, during Mom's birthday celebration. I love the barely-tolerant look on her face in regards to the hat.
She was getting to the end of comfort, her arthritis wasn't responding to medication anymore, and she was afraid to walk on the tile floor in the kitchen, because she kept sliding. So it was necessary, but still sad. She had been a part of my life for so long. I'm going to miss the little fluffball. We got this tiny little bit of white fluff that fit in my hand, Labor Day weekend, 1994.
This evening, as I was driving home, I realized the date. Tomorrow, the 24th, would have been my dad's 76th birthday. On one hand, the logician in me loves the coincidences. Dad died early February, 1994. September, we got Mia. 15 years after his death, we lose her, almost exactly between the anniversary of getting her, and Dad's birthday. The spiritual part of me tells me that Mom needed this. Now, for the first time, she's completely alone. My sister and I have both moved out, and now her long-time companion is gone.
I'm...curious is the wrong word...waiting to see how she deals with it.
I think she'll get a cat.
The house will be very strange to visit without the whirlwind of fluff to greet me.
This was from a few years ago
This one is from this past July, during Mom's birthday celebration. I love the barely-tolerant look on her face in regards to the hat.
She was getting to the end of comfort, her arthritis wasn't responding to medication anymore, and she was afraid to walk on the tile floor in the kitchen, because she kept sliding. So it was necessary, but still sad. She had been a part of my life for so long. I'm going to miss the little fluffball. We got this tiny little bit of white fluff that fit in my hand, Labor Day weekend, 1994.
This evening, as I was driving home, I realized the date. Tomorrow, the 24th, would have been my dad's 76th birthday. On one hand, the logician in me loves the coincidences. Dad died early February, 1994. September, we got Mia. 15 years after his death, we lose her, almost exactly between the anniversary of getting her, and Dad's birthday. The spiritual part of me tells me that Mom needed this. Now, for the first time, she's completely alone. My sister and I have both moved out, and now her long-time companion is gone.
I'm...curious is the wrong word...waiting to see how she deals with it.
I think she'll get a cat.
The house will be very strange to visit without the whirlwind of fluff to greet me.
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