Where My Head Is At

[tiffosis]

The first available appointment the oncologist has is Tuesday morning, 9am. That seems like an eternity to me. I asked them to call me if there are any cancellations

I packed Bear up this morning and drove to my parents house, so I could have that hug my Mom said she wanted to give me. When she did, we both just sat there and hugged and cried. Bear didn't seem like his normal self over there either, he seemed very lethargic, and Mom straight off said that Bear didn't have his normal smile. And he doesn't. He either sleeps and just lays there and looks at me. He didn't even follow me around from room to room like he normally does when we are over there. Before we left, Mom said good-bye to him. My Dad wouldn't.

Even here at home, he isn't acting like himself. It's becoming obvious he's sick now.

I have to go back to work tomorrow morning. I don't want to, as all I want to do is spend every waking moment with Bear, and I am afraid not to be with him every second. I wish I could take him with me to the office, but I can't. I will be dog-sitting for a friend for the next 10 days, starting tomorrow afternoon, and I can't back out now, and again, the thought of being away from Bear that longs tears me apart. So I am going to take him and hope he and the girls I am watching can get along, so he can stay with me.

Comments

[shea-fleur.livejournal.com]

I really wish there was something I could do to help, snap my fingers & make the cancer disappear.

I had a cat with breast cancer, and the thing that still bothers me about it was than an animal who never hurt anyone, who only wanted to be loved and give love should be made to suffer.

Life is so unfair sometimes.

Your situation really, really sucks. But I know you'll do what right for you and for Bear.

[tiffosis.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

I just wish the right thing wasn't so damn hard to accept.

Pets sould live forever and ever. so we don;t have to deal with this kind of heartache.