It's funny because when I was unable to post any blogs, I kept thinking of so many things I wanted to blog about - now that I can actually write one, my mind seems empty except for the most upsetting event that happened this year.
My beloved Finley, who was diagnosed last July with cancer and given only a couple of weeks to live surprised us all by blessing us with his company for an additional 9 months. After the initial diagnosis, through the help and care of our wonderful vet, a revised diet and some meds, he rallied and other than losing weight, seemed in good health. He was 11 but acted like a puppy.
Unfortunately the weekend before my birthday on Monday, May 7, Finley became very ill and we knew it was time. This was the worst birthday I ever had. My hubby was in China, but fortunately our one daughter had planned to
visit that weekend. She also arranged to take several days off of work. I am so thankful that she was here. I don't know how I would have gotten through that day alone.
Finley was "my boy". I adopted him as a puppy in 2001 during a rather rough period of my life. He was my constant companion and buddy over the years and such good company when my hubby was away on one of his frequent business trips. I had been preparing myself, knowing this time would come, however
when reality hit me in the face, I literally crumbled. I'm sure that anyone that has gone though this inevitable end process of having a loved furry family member will understand.
Finley...loved always, missed forever
So, that was the one major event that is foremost in my brain and I apologize for ending this on a downer, but I did say this would be quick. I will post a much more upbeat blog tomorrow.