A very sad day
This morning, as we were finishing up breakfast, our neighbor brought Brother Cat to us wrapped in a towel. She said something was wrong with him. He was obviously in distress so I called Phil (who was over at my parent’s house painting) to come home so we could take him to the vet (he had the van). The vet came out of surgery to check him and told us that he was very very sick. He gave him only about a 10% chance of survival even if we were to give him oxygen and an IV. We decided to end his suffering so Phil held him while they put him to sleep. We buried him up in the corner of our property. It was so very sad and there were lots of tears as we said good-bye.
I know that death is a part of life but it is something that really creeps me out. The sadness and pain of losing a pet is so hard but the idea of losing a family member is almost more that I can imagine. Knowing we all must go through it and knowing that I will watch others go through it leaves me feeling, for lack of a better word, very “uneasy”.
Both my Dad’s parents are deceased. My Grandpa died over 15 years ago and my Grandma passed away within the past 3 years. I didn’t know either one of them really well so I wasn’t particularly devastated by their passing but recently I started thinking about them often and feeling sad and strange that they are no longer here, just pictures and memories. (My Dad talked with them both before their deaths and feels confident that they are with the Lord.)
On a side note, something happened in my garden that makes me think of them quite often and of their house on Camano Island where we would visit during Christmas and on Summer vacation. Last year, I redid the garden directly in front of our house. It had been planted long before we moved in with rhododendrons, an iris, and a rose and it was quite neglected. I removed the rhodies, reshaped the bed, and planted a number of starts that my mom gave me. I watered it regularly and was surprised that a single pink gladiola blossomed in August. In the fall, I did some transplanting and dug up quite a few tubers which I then grouped together with my bulbs. This year, I had quite an array of pink, yellow/orange, and white gladiolas. I am so delighted by them because I remember them from my Grandparent’s garden.
I know that death is a part of life but it is something that really creeps me out. The sadness and pain of losing a pet is so hard but the idea of losing a family member is almost more that I can imagine. Knowing we all must go through it and knowing that I will watch others go through it leaves me feeling, for lack of a better word, very “uneasy”.
Both my Dad’s parents are deceased. My Grandpa died over 15 years ago and my Grandma passed away within the past 3 years. I didn’t know either one of them really well so I wasn’t particularly devastated by their passing but recently I started thinking about them often and feeling sad and strange that they are no longer here, just pictures and memories. (My Dad talked with them both before their deaths and feels confident that they are with the Lord.)
On a side note, something happened in my garden that makes me think of them quite often and of their house on Camano Island where we would visit during Christmas and on Summer vacation. Last year, I redid the garden directly in front of our house. It had been planted long before we moved in with rhododendrons, an iris, and a rose and it was quite neglected. I removed the rhodies, reshaped the bed, and planted a number of starts that my mom gave me. I watered it regularly and was surprised that a single pink gladiola blossomed in August. In the fall, I did some transplanting and dug up quite a few tubers which I then grouped together with my bulbs. This year, I had quite an array of pink, yellow/orange, and white gladiolas. I am so delighted by them because I remember them from my Grandparent’s garden.
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