The first week of July sucked was so sad and upsetting and even scary.
not only have I been told I need surgery very soon on my ovaries for the cyst that seems to be growing fast
but my wonderful furbaby Barnaby my basset hound my friend my support dog died from liver cancer I sat with him for days keeping him comfortable he hated going to the vets so like my other pets in the past he died at home with me and my husband with him I petting his side. still crying even now I am having a horrible time with this it was too soon for him and unfair he was 9 years old. also the night he died my husband was rushed to the hospital by ambulance for his hernia that went beyond strangulated he had emergency surgery. so crazy how so much can happen at once.
As most know I have anxiety issues, so it was sooooo hard for me to get an uber and get to the hospital to see my husband but guess what I did it, I needed to vomit when I got to the hospital but I did it, and even found his room yay for me well-considering everything yes yay for me.
I had a hard few days alone at home missing Barnaby and my husband I cleaned the house from top to bottom trying to stay busy and fix up an area for Jonathan to recoup in the living room. Staying busy does really help.
Even though it is hard to see the wonderful some days I do feel blessed that my husband is alive for one and he is home now and taking care of him has been easy and full of love, he is up and around the last couple of days doing stuff on his own just no heavy lifting. and Barnaby was with me through so much including cancer chemo and covid isolation I feel blessed again so thankful I had him the years I did I just wish it was longer I will miss the laughter he brought his clever sneaking his counter surfing, his barking at the mailwomen, his laying with me as I pet his head, god I miss him but I know he is at the rainbow bridge and out of pain. thank you, god for the time I had.
Baranby and me -his last day holding back tears as I write now I will miss you so much dear friend.
