Monday, July 15, 2013
I haven't written in such a long time. My intentions have been good but my actions have not. Things have been fairly hectic preparing for the wedding (this Saturday) with painting, cleaning, etc. We're now down to some last minute things.
I was brought down by a nasty sinus infection which set me back almost a week on my to do list plus the fact that I felt miserable. That seems to be gone and I'm feeling much better.
So we think we have this nailed. The weather will be unbearably hot (95) for outdoor wedding but other than that we are ready for family to arrive and good times and celebration to begin. Of course, you know the bottom line of this is tracking has gone out the window along with any exercise routine. So much for that 10 pounds lighter for the wedding. I'll be happy if I can zip my dress!
Last night our sweet Ernie came in from his last "business" trip of the evening with head and tail hanging low. He did not want his bed time treats (that's a first!) and sat behind my hubby's chair. We carried him to bed. His breathing was shallow and irregular. He could hardly lift his head. We sat with him pretty much all night. This morning he was no better. We called the vet and at 7 this morning we took him to be put down. His abdomen was full of fluid. We are in shock! And we are heartbroken.
We've had sweet Ernie for over 10 years. He was a rescue and we think he was about 12-15 years old. Such a sweet dog!! He must have been terribly abused as a pup because he has always been skittish (even after all these years of love) and was the most passive, submissive dog I have ever seen. He was not the brightest beagle but he was a lover. My hubby and Ernie (and Toby when he was alive) took doggie "death marches" (as I called them) into a wooded area by our house. The guys sniffed and howled their little hearts out. The neighbors loved them. They made friends with a fox (named Jeff by my husband) and would take him treats on a regular basis. Jeff knew my husband would keep them on a leash and would not run. Amazing!
Poor Ernie allowed the grandkids to dress him up and would follow them around until they got too loud and then he would hide. He was my cuddler and we always shared "my" chair in the morning. I would have coffee, check email, and he would snooze, wedged in next to me.
It is never a good time to lose your beloved pet but this week? The week of my son's wedding? I don't know if the distraction will make it easier or not. We have lost our sweet Ern. He will be missed beyond belief.