This morning I dropped Zoey off for surgery. We found a very well known and highly respected Veternarian in Southern MN who recommended doing both opperations at once. Really that made more sense to me so I'm really thankful for the second opinion. Things sound optimistic for the surgery, and only time will tell. I think the recovery will be the hard part.... at least for me to watch. It's amazing how strong love can grow for an animal.Thank you all for the wishes.
I then returned home just long enough to grab my mail and leave again. My Grandpa has been sick for months with heart failure and he was back in the hospital today. After managing to leave Zoey without a tear shed I was already emotionaly charged to the brim and wasn't able to hold back a thing in the hospital holding Grandpas hand. There is something especially hard after spending years appart to come back finding he has aged so much. It's like waking up too fast from a dream. Or maybe more like running head on into a wall. Everything seemed so fine, but then reality is just right there in front of you. It's sudden and scary. We know that Grandpas days are limited, but only God knows the number.
For now I just want to try to be present in life as much as possible. It's too easy at these times to slip under the covers and tune life out.
Love you Zoey, Love you Grandpa!!!