Imbolc and the Shadow Mountain Moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wednesday gratefuls: Gertie’s life, lived with energy and joie de vivre. Kate and her readjusted feeding tube. Seoah for a wonderful meal last night. The sky here yesterday afternoon: a light snow, a foggy mist over Black Mountain, and a dull yellow sun. The trees covered with what Kate sees as confectioner’s sugar. The cold. -1. (I know. But, it is cold for Colorado.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Had a moment yesterday morning, a brief one, but it happened. How much is one guy expected to take? Dominated my inner world for a bit. Walked my way back from it with deep breathing, tears, and experience with other dogs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Gerts hung on over night, not eating now, drinking some water. Listless. No tail wagging. I read a vet who recommends euthanasia when tail wagging stops. As a marker of the nearing end, it makes sense. Gertie’s stumpy little tail wagged back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. No longer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lost some sleep. A little buzzy. The way of having a dog in home hospice. She’s on oxy and will get another pain reliever from a compounding pharmacy. If she continues to refuse food, she won’t last too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Imbolc and the Shadow Mountain Moon Wednesday gratefuls: Gertie’s life, lived with energy and joie de vivre. Kate and her readjusted feeding tube. Seoah for a wonderful meal last night. The sky here yesterday afternoon: a light snow, a foggy mist over Black Mountain, and a dull yellow sun. The trees covered with what Kate … Continue reading The Gerts<\/span>