We said goodbye to our beloved old dog today. 15 wonderful years. My heart is breaking.
And my mom is losing ground fast. Last week when I was over there for a visit, she could not seem to remember that she was in her own home, and kept asking me if I had various things, like tape and Tylenol. Yesterday she tried to answer the phone with the TV remote. Today we were over there again, freshly back from the final visit to the vet hospital, and she was convinced we had all come in from skiing, or were going off skiing. I'm going with her and dad to the brain clinic out at UBC next week, but what can they do? Her mind is going. I know full well it's a one-way ticket.
My brother and his family are supposed to be visiting from London in two weeks, but I just found out he is currently in the hospital being treated for a bleeding ulcer. Hopefully they can still come. Regardless, I have a busy month coming up, and likely won't be participating here much.
Sad and tired. Life gets you down sometimes.