Sometimes…..

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……

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