Woe to Zeke

I was not home last night when I got the call. There was a situation. We have a sick dog on our hands. Zeke, a retired K-9, came to live with my parents because he was diagnosed with a heart murmur almost 2 years ago. And it has gotten worse.

The "sitauation" was all over by the time I got the message, and I learned that he had run into his kennel and fainted. The family thought he was gone but in 2-3 minutes he revived. His strength gone, my brother loaded him onto the truck to go to the emergency vet. They told us that his illness was worse and we have to cut out all physical activity or next time he won't wake up.

We are lucky. His time was not up yet and we have fair warning. Yet, even with warning, I don't know what I will do when he goes for good. It hurts to my soul because anyone who knows me knows that this dog was a best friend up until I moved to Redding. Shawna (friend and fellow dog-person) helped to put it into perspective for me last night. She reminded me that is was because Zeke got sick in the first place that I could even spend any time with him at all. That perspective helps.

So for today, at least, the mailman is not spared, and the barking commences.

I want to hibernate for the summer. Life is getting too hard.