I Missed ISWG Yesterday, Here's Why...

Yesterday, after Sir Poop's got up from his nap, he collapsed. I had taken him out to pee and he was in mid-stream when it happened.

So I rushed him to the vet. They said he had a stroke and may have more. They said he has a mass in his liver. They showed me the x-ray. They said it's cancer. That explains the orange-liquid poop, the massive amounts of whizzing, and the vomitting. They said there's nothing more they could do for him. They offered to put him down there. But my fur baby was crying from a distance. He literally yelped out "MAM!" This is the second time he has done this. I just couldn't do it there.

So I took him home. Prayed. Researched what death by liver cancer (IT'S PAINFUL!)Skipped dinner. Prayed. Cried. Prayed some more. Broke down and called Lap of Love. Didn't sleep. Held him most of the night praying God would take him instead of me having to do it. He cried most of the night with me. He even yelped out another "MAM!"

Tomorrow, at 10:30 AM, or sometime thereafter, Sir Poop's will breathe his last breath. Not unless God decides to take him Himself between now and tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'm going to let him watch all his favorite shows. The Price is Right being one of them and CNN. I kid you not. He loves television. And let him eat his favorite foods.

Never in a million years did I ever think I would have to put him down.

I'll apologize now, if I don't answer your comments. Pease understand.

Also, if your interested in an on-line support group for writers, go to the Insecure Writer's Group link to the right of your screen and click. Alex J. Cavanaugh is the founder.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Eventually, I'll get back to my normal blogging routine.

ISWG: STRUGGLING

Today, I had a whole other post planned for Alex J. Cavanagh ' s Insecure Writer's Group. If interested click on the icon toward the right of your screen.

As of this minute, I am struggling with putting Sir Poop's to rest. STILL STRUGGLING!

This morning, he turned his nose up at his rice and broth. There has been nothing firm about his stools. He's lethargic and just wants to lay swaddled in his blankie and towels except when he has to relieve himself.

I just have to get past the guilt. I feel like such a wretch. And all these thoughts of "if I would've done this or that" he'd still be like the puppy he was 15 years ago.

Never in my life did I ever think this was going to be soooo hard. But it is.

Hope all is well with everyone else.

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly