Saturday, October 05, 2013
They live down stairs from us, so while we didn't feed him or take him to the vets, he's always there. The youngest counted him as his pet even though he wasn't. He died yesterday. He was old and he really wasn't doing especially well. He had trouble getting up (back legs/hips). He couldn't run. His bark sounded more like a cough. He lived a good life. I am sad for my parents and for my oldest and youngest who are sad as well. The middle son doesn't know yet, but it won't make him sad beyond how I feel (I am sad at the loss of a pet, but not devastated).
Still it is making for a tough time being motivated to do anything healthy today. The kid and I have some fun-ish things planned for the day: library to pick up a book that is on hold, a fire prevention open house. Things that make a workout harder to fit in and neither of those are exactly physical fitness sorts of activities. We'll see what I can manage. Tomorrow is out food allergy walk-a-thon (looks like it will be a wet one).