It was strange to come home last night.
Working on Storm's video is cathartic, deeply painful, agonizingly poignant. In my head, I can see it from start to finish. I hope it is worthy of him.
Our golden continues to be oblivious. A client of mine once told me, I was like a golden retriever. How I wish I could be like that now. Oblivious.
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On my peds rotation they told us a good medical student was like a golden retriever. Always happy to do anything we're told to. Retrieving bits of information at the behest of the resident/attending. Wagging constantly....
I'm so sorry about Storm. I can't even imagine how devastated you must feel. He had a good life though, remember that.
TY, OMDG.
It was so unnecessary. He did not need to die Tuesday morning, nor was he ready.
In the span of 2 hours, he went from whirling dervish in my living room, to pink fluid.
Vet triaged him as too old... never gave him a chance by tubing him.
My anger is overwhelmed by the grief.
It is just all so entirely wrong; and my soul is just blown to bits.
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