Pinkie made it to her birthday and she is now officially 19 years old! Old gal just keeps plugging along! I know her time is drawing her. Sometimes she sighs deeply, not from pain, but from a longing I think. She knows she needs to go on with her journey and leave us behind. She's getting ready to leave us, but knows we'll be sad. I know it must tear at her, wanting to go yet feeling she should stay. I tell her to feel free to go, that I'll catch up to her later.
But I confess here, I will be gutted when she does. I just can't let her know that. She has to be free to do what she needs to do on her path.
Pinkie is surprisingly active sometimes. During the day she has to move about, finding the best spot, warmed by the sun coming in the window. When she finds that sweet spot she'll loll there and do her little dog smile. When she stops smiling, I'll know we're coming to the end.
Poor little corgi. That must have been hard to watch. Some people mean well, they just can't let go. When my mom had her last stroke my uncle (her brother) begged her to stay. Once he left my sisters and I told mom, to go if she needed to. We wanted her to do what she had to do. She drifted off peacefully a bit later while Lindy and I sat with her.
Funny isn't it? We can use chemicals to end our pets suffering, but not that of our human loved ones. They have to suffer and die 'naturally', while our pets are afforded a dignified exit.
I hear ya. This leg thing is making me mental. I asked my aunt to just cut it off today.
I hear this too! I go to bed, lie there thinking of whatever 80 mph then get up wander, then go back to bed... over and over all night and day. My lack of sleep is making me crazy.