As many of my readers know, Mr. G, aka Gallagher, is suffering from pre-heart and pre-renal conditions and has been since November of 2009. At that time Dr. Lorrie gave him 12 to 18 months. Mr. G has far surpassed his prognosis for which we are seriously thankful. He loves his meds (cause they are surrounded by a small hunk of peanut butter) and in fact, if he does not get that PB at 5 and 9 sharp each evening there is HE&# to pay. He will NOT shush until that PB is served up.
Several of my blogging friends are facing health issues with their fur kids as well. One of them, in a private email discussion, made a comment that has had me thinking for weeks. She said, when asked how all were doing, something to the effect that, we know what is coming, we feel that we are in neutral. How profound is that?
Neutral. A perfect description of living with a fur kid with a terminal situation. OK, all of us will pass, the fur kids to the Rainbow Bridge or where ever your personal beliefs say. Some dread hearing the words from your fur kids vet, I know it was not a stellar day in our lives.
But, if you have ever had the misfortune to come home and unexpectedly find a fur kid gone, with no warning, you too will realize that the neutral time gives you a special time to spend with a fur kid who has been diagnosed terminal. Time for some extra tail wags, puppy kisses, walks, hugs, quiet time, just together time.
I have come to value our neutral time, more and more each day. Each day truly is a blessing.
Here is Mr. G on a recent afternoon ride out to Ft. Morgan in the new ride/truck. His tail almost wagged off at greeting the humans waiting for the ferry to cross to Dauphin Island. We did not cross, just got out and walked around and visited people. He loves people.
Sharing some special neutral time:
* Dedicated to Jennifer and Sarah.