The long goodbye

Mommadog has stopped eating, and grows weaker. She is calm and peaceful, and we will soon need to summon the vet to our home before she is in real distress. Until then, we are trying to finish our goodbyes. The time is spent trying to comfort her and ourselves as we contemplate life without her. This is exceedingly difficult.

She has brought such joy into our lives, and a sense of continuity and security into the disarray that we have made of our lives, especially the last six of the nearly fourteen years she has been with us. She also is a link to a happier and more reliable time in California that I have often regretted abandoning.

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