February is the shortest month. It goes by quickly. Weather wise, it is the longest month of the year. Mom’s life is like February, a long, winter journey. Spring is not in the cards. We are both tired, very tired. If you stay with me, there is a wonderful puppy photo to lift our spirits…so, there is very little change, Mom does not eat or drink for days, then eats everything. Did I mention we are both tired? So tired.
We both wish death would come quickly. Unfortunately, she has a very strong heart. It must come from her wee Scot grandmother whom she loved very much. I visit less often, mainly to get the laundry and do her hair. Mom is very quiet. I took Geri to see mom last week. Geri thought she was ready. It was a hard visit. Geri was so glad Aunt Dot died quickly from an aneurism. Me, too.
I find I have compartmentalized my visits, shut the door and try not to think. It is sad, very sad to watch such a strong, vibrant, very opinionated mama loose all her stuffing. I do see some glimpses when her eyes twinkle and she smiles that wry smile. I mourn for my mother even though she is right here. Fran, I must give you a call for advice.
As promised, here he is; Marlowe. He is a lovely puppy. My heart melted and thought about having another dog. Not yet. We will, just not yet. Marlowe loves the Big Guy. I am not surprised. Everyone loves the Big Guy. Aleha said she finally got a puppy for her birthday. I give you–Marlowe with a sad little face. He was just scolded for biting. Oh, he is cute.
It is tough being a puppy. Everything is new and exciting.
You feel better now, don’t you. I know I do. Stay safe, warm, and very much-loved.