awanderingbard | A little update (Reply)

I've been alive for thirty-two years, and the only time we haven't had a dog in the house was six weeks when I was five years old, between when Fergus, our first Scottie, died and the breeder called to ask us to take Randy, our second Scottie, as an emergency case. Not having Ascii around and not having any dog around is really weird. I had a really hard time on Sunday, I think as much of a culmination of everything I've been through lately as grief over Ascii. Thankfully, it's gotten better since then, once I had some sleep on me. But we're all having moments of 'where's Ascii? Oh...yeah'.

We've agreed it's not the time to bring a new dog in, with all of us a little under the weather. Maybe in the Spring, when we've had time to heal up and it's not so stressful here. Mom e-mailed the breeder to let her know about Ascii and she called Mom and they chatted for a while. She has lots of litters and older dogs, I'm sure she'll find one to suit us when we're ready. She's always chosen really well in the past.

Aside from Sunday, when I was a mess, I'm still feeling physically pretty good, and so much better than before the surgery. I didn't realize how sick I was. I can even sing better now. The stone fragments coming through still sucks, but I feel a lot clearer in the head and just generally more myself.

And Mom's noticed a big improvement in her ability to walk and stand up for longer periods in the last few days, so improvements are happening, even amongst the bad things.