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Saying Goodbye

Yesterday afternoon, I received a text from the Mr. saying that I needed to get Aubie into the vet.  I texted back asking if it was about her leg, which had a terrible sore from the laying around she’d been doing the last two months.  He asked me to call him.

He told me that she hadn’t eaten much breakfast and that she had fallen when she’d gone outside to potty.  He wanted an overall assessment.  He also wanted the vet to tell us how much pain Aubie was actually feeling.

Sigh.

The vet, despite being very, very busy, fit us in at the end of the day.

Meanwhile, I went home to spend some time with Aubie…

She was, as usual, in her prone position.

She’d been sleeping 90% of the time lately and found it difficult to sit up for long stretches of time.

She did love the extra attention she was getting though.

We put her in the car, hoping that the vet wouldn’t say what we suspected she might say.  Aubie seemed to enjoy the drive…

We kept her in the car while a sick, contagious dog was treated inside.

I snapped more photos…

These last two are my favorite…

Then, it was time to go in.

She nearly fell as she walked to the room, so the Mr. carried her in, where the staff had placed a large, thick towel on the floor for her.

The vet came in, asked various questions, and told us that Aubie was much worse than the last time she’d seen her…about a month ago.

We asked hard questions…

Was Aubie in a lot of pain?

The vet said that although she was on pain meds, they didn’t take all of the pain away.

We expressed concern about her recent unwillingness to eat.

The vet offered to put her on medication to stimulate hunger.

Aubie also needed to be on antibiotics for the sore on her leg.

And then we asked the toughest question of all…

Would Aubie ever get better?

The vet sadly shook her head and said no.

We asked her what she would do if Aubie was her dog, and the vet said she would be merciful and end her suffering.

Oh the tears we shed.

The vet stepped out so we could call the kids.  We were only able to reach Rooster, who told us to do what was best for Aubie.

We didn’t want to make the decision to end Aubie’s life, but we had seen her discomfort increase exponentially in the last couple of weeks.

Aubie had snapped at me a few days ago when I tried to get her into a more comfortable position.  She had only done it because she was in pain, this I’m sure of.  She had the sweetest disposition of any dog I’ve ever come across.

The angst one goes through when making this decision was agonizing.

Was it selfish of us to hold on?

Did we have the right to terminate her life?

In the end, we had to make the decision that was best for Aubie, not for us.

Despite the pain of our hearts being shredded apart, we chose to ease her suffering.

Before the vet returned, we laid hands on Aubie, and I prayed, thanking God for blessing us with this amazing dog.  I prayed that Aubie’s passing would be gentle and that we would be reunited with her one day.

The vet cautioned that the first shot, which would put Aubie into a deep sleep, would be painful as it was administered, and that she would probably cry out.

She was stoic, though, and didn’t make a peep.

The vet told us that she wouldn’t close her eyes as she went to sleep.  The tech said that she’d never, in twenty years, seen a dog do this.

Before Aubie laid her head down, she licked us both…something she hadn’t done in many months.

Then she eased gently into sleep, closing her eyes as she went under.

We stroked her gently, whispering words of love and affirmation.

The vet returned and administered the final shot, then left to allow us time to be with Aubie in her last moments.

I cannot describe the feelings of sadness that fell upon us.

Memories invaded my mind…

  • Visiting the animal shelter in Broward County and having Aubie brought into the visiting room.
  • Watching her lick Rooster’s ear after he slammed it in the door, then returning to the Mr.’s side. (We knew she was the dog for us after she did this.)
  • Walking her to the kids’ elementary school the day she came home (she had to get fixed first).
  • Having her follow me up the stairs the first day we were home by ourselves together (I was a stay-at-home mom).  She was very protective.
  • Chasing after her in the car when she escaped to a neighborhood down the street and watching her look over her shoulder as she refused to get in the car.
  • Watching her be sprayed with a garden hose when she entered, uninvited, one of the neighbor’s yard.
  • Watching Chicky dance with Aubie while singing to Shania.
  • Visiting Aubie when Grand Pooba and Coupon Queen took care of her while we were building our house.
  • Watching the kids chase her across the yard, in full pursuit of the ball that Aubie refused to give up.
  • Listening to stories of Aubie sneaking up the in-law’s stairs and licking chocolate off of a birthday cake.  She was incredibly stubborn and mischievous.
  • Bringing Aubie to our newly built home and letting her loose in our recently fenced in yard.  She thought she was in heaven!
  • Listening to Aubie’s deep gutteral, yet playful growl when she was teaching the other dogs how to properly wrestle.  She knew the fine art of pinning down her opponent!
  • Watching the kids say goodbye before they left from their Easter visit.  Bittersweet.
  • Watching the Mr. pick her up and carry her outside to potty when her legs failed her.

All of these memories flashed through my mind every so quickly but with deep feelings nonetheless.

I’m sobbing as I type this.

The vet returned and listened for a heartbeat, confirming that Aubie was gone.

I didn’t want to leave.

I loved on Aubie a few minutes longer, deep cries of loss escaping unbidden from the deepest places in my heart.

Despite having had a long day, the vet and her staff epitomized tenderness and empathy, allowing me the time I needed to say goodbye.

And we returned home…

Without our girl…

Where her bed lies empty…

I know that loss is a part of life, but if I may be blunt, it really sucks.

I will grieve.  I will cry…a lot.

But I will, in the end, choose to be grateful for the blessing of having Aubie in our family for all of these years.

If I could leave a message to Aubie, it would be this…

Aubie,

Thank you for choosing us, for that is what you did that day in the animal shelter.

Thank you for being loyal.  Whenever you escaped, you always returned to us.

Thank you for loving us, even when we added brothers and sisters to the mix.

Thank you for forgiving me when I lavished attention on the newly added pups.

Thank you for teaching me what it means to love an animal without abandon.

Taking care of you in your last weeks was an honor.  I know you didn’t want to let go of life, but you did it with grace. 

You are irreplaceable.  Your memory will live on in the stories we will tell and the feelings of tenderness that will remain in my heart.

I love you, Princess Pretty Feet.

Love,

Mama

A Dog With 9 Lives

I don’t know how she does it…probably only by God’s grace…but Aubie always manages to rebound after several bad days…

This afternoon, I left her to her own devices for awhile.

Lo and behold, I turned and looked out the window only to find her making her way to the back of the yard, doing her “business” a couple of times along the way.

TMI?

Maybe just a bit, but she’s been having some problems in this department, so we make a big deal every time she goes.

Every time the Mr. and I think that it’s time to start thinking about a trip to the vet…

I hear God’s voice, spoken through His Word, telling me to trust Him.

And so we wait…

And are rewarded to afternoons like the one we experienced today…

Enjoying the Weather

The weather here in Florida has simply been GORGEOUS of late.

It’s warm enough to sit outside for long periods of time but cool enough that you don’t have to run back in after ten minutes.

I spent a couple of hours outside with Aubie yesterday.

As you can see from the photos, she was in her element!

She’s still not doing very well.  In fact, she has gotten so frail lately that we have begun to give serious thought to the step in her care.  We’ve cried a lot this past week.  But then she rallied.  It must have been the weather.

Pele came out while Aubie was eating.

He pulled the “I’m cute…gimme her leftovers” trick.

As you can see, it was very effective…

Be Glad You’re Cute

Dear Fur Babies,

You better be doggone (pun intended) glad that you are cute because otherwise I would probably wring your necks.

Your latest adventure involved a whole lot of napkins and a family that was attending church.

As a result, I am resorting to covering my napkins with a plastic bag because I am, after all, a Redneck and think it’s way too practical to move the napkins up to a higher shelf.

Be warned!

Your little shenanigans better stop.

ASAP.

Or else you better grow cuter by the day.

Someone will pay…eventually.

Love,

Your uber-patient but about to draw a line in the sand Mama

“Walter”

Yesterday while I was out and about during my planning period, my friend, Barb, saw me and said, “Come here.  I want to show you something.”

Curious, I followed.  You never know what you’re going to see when it’s Barbara leading the way.

😀

She opened the door to the assistant principal’s office, and oh my word.

Look at what jumped into my arms…

This cute little fellow showed up on campus…without a collar.

Now you know that a school is comprised mostly of female employees, so there was no lack of mamas fretting about, pouring love upon this cute ball of fur.

Of course, you also know that I have a special place in my heart for furry creatures.

Oh word, but this little guy was just adorable!

Somehow, he acquired the name of “Walter,” so that’s what we began calling him.

I went back during lunch to get my fill of puppy love, and the poor little guy was so exhausted that he nearly fell asleep on my lap.

Meanwhile, there were plans in the works to find him a foster home.

An email was sent, and my friend, Maegan, quickly responded.

I’m sure you’re surprised that I didn’t volunteer; however, I knew that I would be dead meat if I brought Walter home.

Maegan was the perfect person to claim him for she’s a gentle soul whose heart overflows with love for everyone and everything around her.

I talked to Maegan on my way home, and I offered to loan her my crate.  I even told her that I would deliver it.

Don’t tell her this, but it was the perfect excuse to love on that fur ball again.

😀

I don’t know what the future holds for Walter.

Maegan has an older dog, so she’s going to see how the two get along.

Attempts will be made to locate the owner; however, the AP and an office assistant rode around the surrounding neighborhood and knocked on doors asking if anyone was missing the dog.  Nobody claimed him.

One thing is certain.

With such an adorable face and a sweet disposition, that baby will have no problems finding a permanent home.

Just When Things Were Looking Bleak

Just when things were looking bleak, the sun came out…

Pele and Aubie didn’t want to let a minute go to waste!

Aubie has had a good couple of days.  The Mr. found her standing in the middle of the house barking at the yard people on Friday.

Although it took some coaxing, we think she was happy once we got her outside.  Her face clearly speaks of her joy.

Take Her Gently

Dear Heavenly Father,

I try not to ask for much, for I feel so unworthy, but I am making an exception to my self-imposed rule and reaching out to you now.

Our sweet Aubie is struggling.

You, who give life to everything, know this.

We were blessed that Aubie perked up and started doing better a few weeks ago; however, for whatever reason, she’s begun to decline rapidly in recent days.

You know how we feel as she stands around, uncertain about what she’s supposed to do…is she supposed to go potty, drink water, eat, or lay down.

This sweet girl, who was once so alert, doesn’t hear the car pull into the garage or our whispered affirmations of love that we speak right into her ear.

She’s unhappy, this we know, but she does, at times, wag her tail, which is her way of telling us that she loves us and sees our efforts to keep her comfortable.

Father, the Mr. and I refuse to end her suffering, so I am asking that You take her gently.

We don’t want her to go, but if it’s time, please don’t let her suffer needlessly.

All we ask is that, while it may be painful to witness, that we are with our sweet girl when you take her.

Please allow us to comfort her in her last moments.

Most of all, please take the decision out of our hands.

We are not cowards.

We simply feel that it is You who gives life, and You who can allow it to end.

Thank you for allowing us the privilege of being her human parents.

Sincerely,

The Mr. and AuburnChick

No Puking Allowed at the Hodgepodge

So, the title of this post is a little strange, I’ll admit, but you’ll get it as you read on.  Joyce, thanks for posting the questions, as always!

1.  When were you last facing an ocean? Using just ONE word, describe how you felt as you faced that ocean.

I live fifteen minutes away from the ocean, so I can face it any day I want.  However, I will take myself back to the Alaskan cruise we went on nearly three summers ago.  There’s nothing quite like being on a ship with no land in sight.  If I were to select a word to describe how I felt out there, I’d have to say “minute.”  One realizes, when faced with endless miles of nothing but deep, blue water, how tiny one is and almost inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.  Oh sure, I know each life matters to God, but I am one of many, and while I am small in stature, I am also small in number when facing a vast ocean.

2.  What are three sounds you hate to hear?

I do not like the sound of someone throwing up, people cursing (a difficult thing to avoid working in a high school), and someone crying in pain.  Ugh.

3.  This question comes to you courtesy of some real life friends. Hi real life friends! When you shop for yourself, do you try everything on in the store before buying or do you buy, try on at home, and then return what you don’t like or what doesn’t fit?

I try on before I buy because I don’t want to make a return visit to a store.  I want to know something fits so I can put it away when I get home.

4.  February 26th is National Pistachio Day…are you a fan of the little green nut? Do you use them in cooking and baking or prefer to eat them right out of the shell?

I do like pistachios…straight out of the shell.  I’ve never cooked with them.  In fact, I rarely cook.  LOL

5.  When did you last have to compromise with someone?  Were you happy to reach the compromise or slightly irritated it was necessary?

It would be a toss-up.  The Mr. and I regularly compromise about where dinner is coming from at night.  We rotate food establishments because I don’t cook.

I also have to compromise daily with my students.  I’m learning which battles to pick, and quite honestly, many just aren’t worth the fight.  Certain things in my classroom are non-negotiable.  Others are less so.  Sometimes I’m happy, while other times I am not.  I am a control freak and would prefer that everyone do things MY way.  The reality is that life doesn’t work this way.  It’s been a hard lesson for me, but I’m slowly learning it.

6.  Have you ever written a letter to an elected official? Did you get a response?

I honestly do not think I have written a letter to an elected official.  I’d probably get some sort of form letter back.  Plus, I’d probably have nothing good to say to an elected official, so it’s best that I don’t say anything at all. 😉

7.  We ‘March’ into a new month at the end of this week…what’s something on your March calendar guaranteed to make you smile?

Two things are on my March calendar that will make me smile:  the arrival of my Chicklets for their respective Spring Breaks, and completion of my Reading Endorsement, which I plan on finishing within the next two weeks.  Oh wait.  There’s a third thing on my calendar:  my OWN Spring Break at the end of the month!

8.  My Random Thought

I wanted to update you on my fur baby, Aubie.

She had a rough few days, so we took her back to the vet, where she had an x-ray.  The x-ray did not show any cancer; however, the doctor could only take one picture because Aubie was in too much pain to extend her leg for a better shot of the shoulder area.  The vet is very concerned about how much worse she’s gotten since last Thursday.  Although she’s gained a couple of pounds, thanks to us mixing in wet food with the dry, her back legs are growing weaker because they are having to support the bulk of her weight.

I asked for and received stronger pain meds for her.  The first dose pretty much knocked her off her feet, and we cried as she seemed unable to get herself out of bed last night.  For the first time, she cried out in pain as we lifted her.  Once she got going, she was fine, but boy, was she stiff.  I read that one of the side effects of the medicine is dizziness and fatigue.  Poor girl.  She gave us quite the scare and was content to return to her bed after using the bathroom outside.

Regardless of whether she has an injury, bone cancer, or a nerve tumor, she hasn’t gotten better yet.

The Mr. and I have been in tears.  This is simply devastating to us.

We are praying, though…asking for wisdom about what comes next.  Hopefully, we will not have to make that dreaded decision.

Meanwhile, Chicky is making her way home on Friday.  Rooster may come home this weekend too.  He wants to see Chicky as well as spend time with Aubie.

The visit will be bittersweet.

Please hold us all in your prayers.  This is going to be a difficult couple of weeks, I fear, and I am so dreading it but, at the same time, leaning on the Lord for His strength.

Gambit snuggling up with Aubie…

The Tenderness of Animals

God’s design is amazing.

He left nothing to chance, including the way that living creatures respond to each other.

Take, for instance, the case of my fur babies.

As I mentioned on Wednesday in my Hodgepodge post, Aubie isn’t doing very well right now.

She’s thirteen years old and is losing her ability to hear.

She also began limping last weekend.

We took her to the vet on Thursday, and she confirmed that Aubie has already lost a great deal of muscle mass in the leg that she’s favoring.

We also discovered that she’s lost five pounds since her last visit in July.

That’s not good.

The doctor suspects that Aubie has either strained her leg or that she has bone cancer.

😦

We’re being cautious, though, and have begun giving her joint supplements and baby aspirin to relieve joint pain and inflammation.

If the limping isn’t better in two weeks, we will take her back for x-rays.  X-rays will determine if there’s any cancer in her body.

The Mr. and I are quite torn up about this.

We’ve had Aubie since Rooster was in kindergarten.

She and the kids have grown up together.

She represents a huge chunk of time in our lives.

One of the things are are doing to help her healing process is limiting her activity.

The way we are doing this is by moving her dog bed from one room to another.

This is where we’re seeing God’s design come into play.

When we put her bed in the living room, she gingerly got in.

The other dogs know that something is going on with her.  Loving her as they do, they want to be close to her.

The following are pictures I’ve taken over the last couple of days…

Look at Pele’s leg on her bed.  Poor Gambit.  He’s such a snuggler and just wants to be near her.

He crawled into bed with her this morning…

We would really appreciate your prayers for her.

We are absolutely heartbroken over what may be coming.

Our entire family is.

Aubie has claimed everyone’s hearts.

Grand Pooba and Coupon Queen took care of her for almost a year while we were building a house.  They fell in love with her.

During that time, Super Sis and her family fell in love with her too.  They decided to get a dog after watching their children interact with Aubie.

She’s been a role model for the other dogs in the house.

She’s been another mother to Pele and Gambit.

Molly hasn’t been so impressed with her, but they’re typical alpha dogs, so it’s understandable.

While we don’t know what future days hold for our precious Aubie, we do know that we’ll be keeping her as comfortable as we can and spoiling her rotten.

It’s the least we can do for everything she has given us over the years.

Bad Dog

These are two of my babies-  Pele (tan guy) and Gambit (always the snuggler).

They can look very sweet…

They kind of look a little lazy too.

They are two of the biggest ACTORS ever.

In fact, if there was an Emmy Award for best doggie actor, they would have to share…

Because this is what I came home to a couple of days ago…

Please note that the trail began at that bed they were so innocently sleeping on.

I turned around and saw this…

I was on the phone with Christina when I saw the mess, and I gasped in shock.  In fact, I’m fairly certain that she thought I’d found a dead body in my house.

I could hardly speak, except to say, “Oh my gosh.  Oh my gosh.”

At first, I didn’t know what they’d torn up.

Then, I looked over to one of my end tables and did not see the Auburn Alumni book that the Mr. had recently purchased, which he’d set on top of that table.

That book was thick.

I had no idea how much it had cost.

All I knew was that it wasn’t there any more.

I bent down and started going through the pieces of paper on the floor and found an advertisement for a store in Auburn.

This definitely wasn’t good.

I kept repeating, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh” while Christina listened.

She’s well versed on animal mishaps.  She has a bunch of chickens, a bunch of dogs, and a few cats.  Oh yeah.  She also has a couple of hamsters or gerbils or something.

I started pacing around the living room.

And then I saw it.

THE BOOK.

Thank heavens!

When the Mr. got home that night, he told me that he’d come out of his bedroom that morning before work and had seen Pele sniffing the book.

He remembered that I’d warned him the night before about putting that book on the table.

He’d made the smart decision and moved the book to the dining room table…where the dogs could not get to it.

Phew!  Disaster averted.

Except for my poor magazines.

I know why the dogs are getting into things.

They are ticked off.

They are mad that the kids aren’t home, and they are mad that I spend so much time working.

I really must rectify this…

So that I can have my dogs return to this mode…