This past week was rough. We are rejoicing over the birth of our granddaughter Chelsea, an event that trumps all.
Chelsea was born on her Auntie Amanda’s birthday, in case Amanda needed a sign from the universe that she ought to be Chelsea’s personal fairy godmother. Auntie Michelle – formerly squeamish about anything potentially involving blood – stayed nearby to support her laboring sister throughout the two-day ordeal.
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Baby Chelsea is doing well but has to stay in the special care nursery for several days to keep some minor issues from delivery in check. Mommy is as OK as you can be after a C-section (which is never any fun) but hating being separated from her baby girl so much. #thistooshallpass #instagramma Photo by Grandpa ☺️❤️☺️❤️☺️❤️☺️
Hopefully she’ll be on her way home with her mommy and daddy before another day goes by. A C-section and related minor complications have made the docs extra vigilant (and poor mommy extra uncomfortable 🙁 ).
The morning before Chelsea was born, her paternal grandmother passed away after a long illness. It was heartbreaking that her daddy couldn’t be with his mom. But at the same time it was as if she left to make way for this new chapter in her son’s life.
Later that same day, I arrived home to find that Laurie had had a terrible fall and worsened matters by struggling to get up for as long as she could. I sobbed uncontrollably as I carried her outside and called Brian.
I knew if we tried to help her recover from the accident it would be difficult and selfish, which just made me cry harder. After rushing her to the vet and talking things over with him, I decided to help her pass painlessly and peacefully.
We are heartbroken. Yes, our lives are simpler without all of the care having an elderly Greyhound entails. But we miss our girl.
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Tuesday was the worst of days in so many ways. For weeks now I've barely left the house. The few times I did I'd come home to find Laurie (our 14-year-old Greyhound) trembling and panting. Tuesday I arrived home to a horrible sight. Laurie's anxiety likely caused an accident I didn't think she could successfully recover from. We made the decision to let her go, and while we feel it was the right thing to do, we are heartbroken. #greyhoundadoption #greyhoundlove #adoptdontshop
John Lee has played second fiddle to special needs dogs since we first brought him into our home. We will make it up to him. We will go for more walks, and ignore him less. He’s not so young anymore, a fact that is not lost on us.
If I’m doing it right, life will always have its highs and lows, its better and worse times. There’s no need to get too far down about anything or too attached to the easier times. All will come and go.
Somehow, the universe works together as it should, every time.