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this is my cry for help, for connection.
i've run upstairs to type this note, but i've got to get back down. my girl, thirteen-year-old astro, is there in the sun room sleeping. dying.
advanced liver failure, and possibly an inoperable stomach tumor. my best friends told me the news tonight, when i got home. to virginia from l.a., where i was visiting my father who is dying of cancer.
my friends had replaced my dead flowers with fresh ones, dimmed the lights to hide the vomit and diarrhea stains on the carpet, and lit candles to mask the odor. they handed me a glass of white wine and told me the news. which was a surprise only in the specifics.
i knew astro was dying, i just didn't know when or why. for weeks now, she'd barely eaten, barely moved, only slept, face to the wall. i thought she was pining after her sister, 14-year-old kona, who died in december, on my birthday.
http://www.scubaboard.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=19506&highlight=the+wonder+dog
kona couldn't wait for me to return from l.a., but astro managed. my love, my sweet white baby, who looks more like a bunny than the white german shepherd she is. she with her huge white and pink ears, white whiskers and pink nose.
but this isn't the time to write her obituary. this is the time to snuggle with her, to kiss her, to tempt her with bits of beef and cheese. this is the time to care for her the way i couldn't care for kona during her last night. i want to spoil astro any and every way i can before we go to the vet tomorrow.
i'm sorry to unload here again. i feel like a user, so needy. but scuba just doesn't seem important right now. though i know it will someday.
astro needs me now. and i need support, cyberfriends. i'll try to visit again tonight. but now i've got to go.
judy
i've run upstairs to type this note, but i've got to get back down. my girl, thirteen-year-old astro, is there in the sun room sleeping. dying.
advanced liver failure, and possibly an inoperable stomach tumor. my best friends told me the news tonight, when i got home. to virginia from l.a., where i was visiting my father who is dying of cancer.
my friends had replaced my dead flowers with fresh ones, dimmed the lights to hide the vomit and diarrhea stains on the carpet, and lit candles to mask the odor. they handed me a glass of white wine and told me the news. which was a surprise only in the specifics.
i knew astro was dying, i just didn't know when or why. for weeks now, she'd barely eaten, barely moved, only slept, face to the wall. i thought she was pining after her sister, 14-year-old kona, who died in december, on my birthday.
http://www.scubaboard.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=19506&highlight=the+wonder+dog
kona couldn't wait for me to return from l.a., but astro managed. my love, my sweet white baby, who looks more like a bunny than the white german shepherd she is. she with her huge white and pink ears, white whiskers and pink nose.
but this isn't the time to write her obituary. this is the time to snuggle with her, to kiss her, to tempt her with bits of beef and cheese. this is the time to care for her the way i couldn't care for kona during her last night. i want to spoil astro any and every way i can before we go to the vet tomorrow.
i'm sorry to unload here again. i feel like a user, so needy. but scuba just doesn't seem important right now. though i know it will someday.
astro needs me now. and i need support, cyberfriends. i'll try to visit again tonight. but now i've got to go.
judy