Happy Halloween Everyone!
I finished my midterms yesterday. Patho went well (I think) but the adult psych was a complete crash and burn. I admit I didn't study very much at all for the exam but aside from that I hate exams that don't test knowledge of concepts but rather test how well I can regurgitate what researcher said what. That was what most of the exam was~stupid! In any event it is over and I am glad.
So Boy Anchor is dressing up as a silent film director, we made him a megaphone and everything and Girl Anchor is dressing up as a pirate, she looks so cute! The Husband has to work tonight which is a drag, he usually takes them trick or treating and I stay home and dispense candy, this year they will go with friends. Things are still kind of wierd since his little bout of insanity, we are working at it though, slowly and one day at a time.
Now the sad stuff, Half Dead Wonder Dog is All Dead now. We had her put down on Saturday. She had gone for 2 weeks without eating and had drank very little. She was not walking at all and her eyes had that look of "I'm done". Last week when I returned from the hospital and tried to spoon feed her and cleaned up a mess I realized I was doing all the same stuff to her that I was to the patients in the hospital. Palliative care for my dog! We are very sad. Boy Anchor is especially sad, he cries at the drop of a hat and over the funniest things, Sunday at dinner he broke down because her head wasn't on his lap begging. I cried last night when I vacuumed because I watched all the little white hairs get sucked up. Sunday morning I actually forgot and came downstairs in the morning to put her out and couldn't find her, I actually looked outside to see if someone else had put her out and forgotten to bring her back in. The vet cried buckets, she stayed with her for a very long time and held her head, she said to us that she had always hoped that we would never ask her to do that to the old lady, but in the end she was glad that she was the one and not some stranger, she had been the old girl's vet for 14 years. I honestly thought that I would never be the kind of dog owner to do it either, but man she had deteriorated so much, she was barely functioning and it was in the end the humane thing to do. We were also afraid of The Anchors coming downstairs in the night and finding her. The Husband and I stayed with her but in the end I think only I should have, Husband was a mess. My old girl was a constant companion for 16 years. She was with me during every life altering change and I will miss her terribly.