I just sit and cry……
sometimes… I go over things in my head… and the tears well up and I just can’t stop them…
sometimes… I think I am over reacting… too much of a softie.. reprimand myself and say this is all part of life.. now get on with it…
sometimes… I just wish it was all over so that I didn’t have to watch her struggle to get up… and hop to me with that tail wagging and her happy look on her face…
sometimes… I wish that I didn’t have to be the strong one….
sometimes… I wish I was stronger….
sometimes… I wish I would wake up in the morning and find her gone beside us…
sometimes… I put her leash on, as she sits by the door, and we go outside on the side lawn for a 20 foot walk and she comes back inside after she pees
sometimes… I come home from work and she rolls on her back and has a “Maggie Moment”, stretching, twisting and making arrr arrrr arrr sounds..
sometimes… I need to grab my phone and video tape that.
sometimes…. more than once I think that this may be the week.. and that girlie girl seems to get stronger….
sometimes… I feel guilty because I never thought she would make it this far….
sometimes… I feel guilty because part of me hopes she passes before we leave for Cuba on Nov 26. I worry that she won’t get the care while we are gone.
sometimes… I get a horrible feeling in my stomach if she makes it to when we leave, that she will pass without us here!!
sometimes… I wish we weren’t going to Cuba!
sometimes… we play ball on the floor and I roll it to her and she rolls it back with her nose. Just like old times………
sometimes… I just sit and smile at her……
