It's Not Perserverance... It's Love

My Mom and Dad have told me many times that they were always amazed by perseverance. The two of them together and separately said that when I put my mind to something there is just no stopping me.

My Dad told me that when I was younger I would call at the beginning and end of every month to all of my "charges" (people I baby-sat for) to get them scheduled. Mom and Dad said that when I wanted something, I would always come to them to "make a deal" (Is this surprising? No!). When I wanted to take dance lessons I found a reputable studio, signed myself up for classes and merely told them when, where and how much it was going to cost. In college when I really wanted or needed something I knew just how to get it. I would drive the 2+ hours home (with my really cute puppy, Binx... that my Dad just couldn't resist) and ask in person. The phone was just so informal. Some how everything always worked out.

Now, as of late I had been doing this same exact thing in concern to our Big Sweetie, Baron. I would search online for solutions, call the doctors, arrange the appointments and then tell David how much this particular visit was going to cost. I would take off of work, along with David, to drive Baron across town to see what this doctor suggested we try. David and I would go to Costco after long exhausting days at work to stock up on the ingredients we would need for Baron's Doggie Stew. Some people would call this perseverance. We just call it love.

As I sit here trying to type this post I have a sad heart and vision blurred with emotions of loss. After speaking with our specialist late this week it was confirmed that Baron had exhausted all of his options for better health. While David and I as humans, are by nature selfish, we had to think of Baron. He was tired, sick, itchy, skinny and had lost his puppy zest. Keeping him here for us was beginning to wear too hard on him. So, once again we scheduled the appointment, made the arrangements and set our hearts aside. On Saturday morning Baron, with a tummy full of his favorite foods and treats, left us in hopes of setting his soul free from his ailments here on Earth.

David and I are making it, as My Nenee would say, but the last 24 hours have been a struggle. Our dogs are our family here at the house and to say that we love them would be and understatement indeed. We are blessed to have great family around us here for support, along with awesome friends to help us. David and I are also thankful for our wonderful Primary Veterinarian, Dr. Immethun. Baron's litter mate, Daisy, and his little sister, Binx, are a bit depressed and confused, but we know they will perk up sooner than we will! We will all miss our Big Sweetie!

Week 4 : My 525,600 Minutes... the only predictive thing I managed to complete this afternoon after Church this afternoon...