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I need some too.Ok, pass the tissues ... again...!
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I need some too.Ok, pass the tissues ... again...!
We said goodbye to Jasper this afternoon - although he still loved his food and walks, his dementia meant he was distressed almost all of the rest of the time. Today was better, and he managed a lovely long sleep late morning, then a lovely long walk to two local parks, and then we went to the vets, armed with sausage rolls and cheese & ham croissants.
Ideally he'd have gone to sleep at home, but it would take longer to arrange - and although he was anxious at the vet, it wasn't as bad as his distress at home. The vet gave him an extra-large dose of sedative knowing that he would fight it as much as he could, and he was soon asleep. I am happy that we gave him the best life, and that we made the right decision at the right time. But oh, it hurts when I remember that I don't have to save him the last bit of my sandwich, or that I can leave food out without it getting pinched. Reminders like that are going to floor me for a long time to come.
I'm hitting the gin tonight - and I never drink.....
My God, you’ve summed the partnership to the letter, JudyN. XJasper was like Mary Poppins... bear with me on this...
He blew into our lives, and turned them upside down. He taught us so much - everything I know about dog behaviour and training, how there is no such thing as a bad dog, just a dog with inconvenient coping strategies. Before he came, I thought that my fibromyalgia meant that I wasn't up to a lot of walking but, hey, he was supposed to be my son's, and someone told me that lurchers just need a couple of half-hour strolls a day... By gradually increasing the length of his walks, I discovered that I could actually walk for miles, up hill and down dale (but mostly uphill!). He showed me the beauty of the open spaces pretty much on our doorstep, and taught me that mud doesn't matter, that rain doesn't stop you going out for a walk, and that it's OK to sleep in gritty sheets when he's 'remade' the bed. He's taught me about patience, and that I have the strength to keep going when things are tough. He made me appreciate even more just how wonderful Mr N is - he didn't really want a dog, and was assured he'd never have to walk it, or pick up poos... He walked J most weekends to give me a break when he was really challenging, he gave him a long walk before work every day when I had knee problems, and he never, ever moaned or complained, or suggested maybe we should give up, even when he got a bad bite after an argument over a bread roll in a plastic bag.
Through him, I have made some great friends, both online and offline. I am healthier than I have been for decades and, I confess, I can really appreciate the luxury of being able to do what I want, when I want.
Most of all, of course, he taught me about love. Unconditional love, I guess.
And then, when the time was right, he blew out of our lives, having shown us how to live. His job was done, and he couldn't have done it any better. In time, I want to think of him not with sadness, but as a joy who was with us for many years, and who changed our lives for the better in every way.
We said goodbye to Jasper this afternoon - although he still loved his food and walks, his dementia meant he was distressed almost all of the rest of the time. Today was better, and he managed a lovely long sleep late morning, then a lovely long walk to two local parks, and then we went to the vets, armed with sausage rolls and cheese & ham croissants.
Ideally he'd have gone to sleep at home, but it would take longer to arrange - and although he was anxious at the vet, it wasn't as bad as his distress at home. The vet gave him an extra-large dose of sedative knowing that he would fight it as much as he could, and he was soon asleep. I am happy that we gave him the best life, and that we made the right decision at the right time. But oh, it hurts when I remember that I don't have to save him the last bit of my sandwich, or that I can leave food out without it getting pinched. Reminders like that are going to floor me for a long time to come.
I'm hitting the gin tonight - and I never drink.....
Uhhhh.... the physical effects of grief: my eyes hurt, my head aches, my muscles ache, I feel exhausted, I'm perpetually thirsty, my appetite is variable... a lot of this is down to crying, my posture having gone to pot and early waking. Also, we're doing housework (there's a lot to catch up on and my washing pile is ridiculous), gardening, and walking even further than previously to distract ourselves. We're going to some local gardens this afternoon which don't allow dogs in, so at least there will be no reminders there.
I'm walking to a pub with DIL for coffee tomorrow morning. She's a great believer in letting it all out and will probably feel she's not done her job properly if we don't shed tears. But I switch between stoic, rational, coping (possibly bottling it up) mode and snot-&-tears mode with little warning and to be honest, the former is less painful.
Happy thoughts: We've arranged to spend a few days at my mum's next month - she has a cataract op booked and it will mean that my brother won't have to make a very long trip to be there for at least the first night. We'll be able to visit lots of rellies who we haven't seen for a few years. Also, DS2&DIL had fancied a Center Parcs holiday later in the year but realised it was too expensive for them. Now the plan is that we'll all go so we can split the cost, which will work out a lot less. So lots to look forward to, but right now, it really is hard and painful. As it should be, I guess. No idea how long the pain will go on for, but I'm not going to set any expectations, for me or Mr N. He's not much better than me.
I have, but I think if I wanted something like that, I'd rather use the hair that Mr N rescued from his brush, worried I might clean it - there would be more 'actual Jasper' in it. I could put some in a locket, but I'm not really a locket sort of person. I also thought of a tattoo, but I probably won't - I'm not good with pain!
We have his collar, and Mr N also insisted on keeping his purple muzzle, which was J's favourite... we might also choose a photo of him and get it framed.
Hi Judy, I am have just logged on after a hiatus, I'm so very sorry to hear this sad newsWe said goodbye to Jasper this afternoon - although he still loved his food and walks, his dementia meant he was distressed almost all of the rest of the time. Today was better, and he managed a lovely long sleep late morning, then a lovely long walk to two local parks, and then we went to the vets, armed with sausage rolls and cheese & ham croissants.
Ideally he'd have gone to sleep at home, but it would take longer to arrange - and although he was anxious at the vet, it wasn't as bad as his distress at home. The vet gave him an extra-large dose of sedative knowing that he would fight it as much as he could, and he was soon asleep. I am happy that we gave him the best life, and that we made the right decision at the right time. But oh, it hurts when I remember that I don't have to save him the last bit of my sandwich, or that I can leave food out without it getting pinched. Reminders like that are going to floor me for a long time to come.
I'm hitting the gin tonight - and I never drink.....
Hi Judy, I am have just logged on after a hiatus, I'm so very sorry to hear this sad news
Cribbs Causeway! Now there’s a reason to call the Samaritans. Mr N could have a geeky time on the ground floor of John Lewis.I do have some forget-me-not seeds that YuMove sent after I cancelled my subscription (and ticked the appropriate box to give the reason). I really should think where to plant them - but they like moist soil and ours is dry. Maybe in a container, but I try to avoid a proliferation of containers as I get fed up with having to water them!
I was thinking this morning that I'm (mostly) able to shove my feelings in a box and stuff it at the back of the wardrobe, to take out and look in when I feel it's safe to do so. Mr N, though, still feels sad a lot of the time - pretty much any time he isn't distracted by something else.
On the plus side, when we go and stay with my mum later this month, he's happy to take us both shopping to Cribbs Causeway as he'd expect to be having a really miserable time there anyway
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