I’ve had an especially hard time trying to write the last few days. I’ve started- and tossed- several posts. At this point I just need to start writing again or I’ll stall for good.
I’ve been very sick since Thursday night- I am mostly “better”, meaning that I’m back to my usual aches and pains for the most part. Thursday night I had trouble sleeping due to intense back pain, which is not usual for me. I called out of work Friday but went in for my allergy shot, since I hadn’t been able to get it earlier in the week. By the time I got home I have a fever and body aches like the flu. Saturday I did a bit better, but Sunday the stomach flu made itself known.
I try not to over-share here, so I’ll just skip those details. Trust me, you don’t really want to know.
Then, Monday morning, Zack had a seizure.
He recovered, but had trouble moving his hind legs. Hubby and I were both heartbroken. We knew this time was coming, but it didn’t make it any easier. Hubby took off from work and we brought Zack to the vet. I held him in my arms since I was worried about getting him in and out of the carrier. He sat up and looked out the windows- clearly fascinated by the view from the car. It was good to see some of his old personality, after being so sick for the last couple of weeks.
He went peacefully, and we buried him next to hubby’s childhood cat.
I am just exhausted, physically and emotionally. I’m slowly getting back up to speed, but feel a bit shell-shocked. Hubby has been wonderful with all of this, and the bouquet of lilies that his folks left with us has really been a bright point in an otherwise rough week.