The Puppers.

 The Puppers.

 

Yesterday it was obvious to me that Rudy did not really feel all that great. He was not about to take one more step than was really necessary. Still, it was not obvious that he was sick, but today we knew for sure. His heart is not well; he has diabetes; he is in an incubator type thing with oxygen and adjusted temperature to keep him comfortable. Probably in the morning he will have some x-rays or one of those other big exams to see about what all is wrong with his heart. Yes, this is expensive, but this little dog is her version of a child. Lots of us feel this way about our dogs and cats. Anyway, Colonial Park vets are taking good care of Rudy, so in the morning they should call me to let me know how the night went. Patty just would have awoken tomorrow with a dead dog had we not pushed the situation. She does not need that. No one does.

 

Then a text from one of my favorite cousins—well, from his wife—let me know that John Pollard had died this morning in the wee hours. Poor Wham and John were married for over 50 years. Wham took good care of him, but he already had five stints in his heart, was on dialysis, and had liver failure or something like that. He was a good guy, a good Navy man, and a neat cousin. He and Wham had no children, but they had dogs like some of us that meant the world to them. Wham showed dogs for a long time, but John just smiled and enjoyed her happiness. John had talked about what was coming in the future with God’s handiwork on his mind. No need to worry about his future.

 

Talked to my son a bit and know that all the kids are ok, even though we have an unexpected batch of puppies due in a week or two. Such is life. He promises that there will be no more animals in their future after the children are all gone. One will have to take Boris the Russian terrapin or whatever it is, and the other one will have to take the two cats. Wondering if that will really happen. Smiling while thinking about it.

 

My day has been more than enough to wear me down to a frazzle since picking Rudy up several times was about tiring. He only weighs in around 20 pounds, but just pick that up and carry it around for a while! Anyway, my attitude is not the greatest tonight, so will just tell you that we each need to appreciate the blessings from our lives—from the tiny ones to the larger ones! God gives us the best!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.