When Arry wouldn't eat my MIL coaxed her into eating with scrambled eggs fed to her by hand. When Arry was hit by a car my MIL slept on the floor with her for weeks to keep her calm and comfortable.
Last week, Arry had the first of many seizures. As the seizures became increasingly frequent and intense and Arry's fear of oncoming seizures grew, my MIL had to make the heartbreaking choice to let Arry go.
Although, Arry was not the dog my MIL would have chosen, in her words tonight "Arry turned out to be the perfect dog for me."
Goodbye, sweet Cousin Arry. Millie is going to miss you.
While out at the farm last night, my MIL and I took about a 15 minute walk with Millie and Happy. I still had half my Jedi time to finish. So when my sister told me that she had made some potato soup I decided to walk over to her house to pick it up (instead of hopping in the car). I generally, don't walk in the evening after dark. For some odd reason I am much more comfortable walking in the dark at 5 a.m. than 7:30 p.m. Weird. My sister lives a 1/2 mile away so it turned out to be the perfect amount of time to finish my 30 minute goal for the day.
I didn't see it, but I sure smelled that they had finally resurfaced that one stretch of road which has desperately needed it. I could also feel how much smoother it was under my feet. Next time I walk that way in daylight, there will be pictures :)
What are your plans for the weekend? Tonight is my nephew's last regular season game...then playoffs!