Monday, January 28, 2008

I'm ready for my life to stop sucking!

The last 2 weeks have sucked.

And I'm ready for it to stop.

A couple of weeks ago, Jackie's car broke down for the last time. Then, my Cruiser spent a week in the shop getting worked on.

Finally, Saturday night/Sunday morning we had to make the tough decision to have our cat Spot put down. She was 11 years old. She had had a collapsed lung since I got her from the pound 8 years ago. In fact, I knew Spot before I knew Jackie and Spot had been a partner in ministry (literally... as the parade of kids through the years have come through our house and apartment) since 3 weeks after I began in 2000. But she had been struggling and the vet after taking an Xray thought it was best not to put her through all of that.

It's sucks. It's been hard. I've cried more in the last 48 hours than I remember crying ever.

It's been hard. I expect to get up from the couch and see her sleeping in front of the door into the kitchen (one of her favorite spots (no pun intended) because the furnace is right there and it's warm). I thought this morning that she would be laying there... which is where she always was in the mornings... or behind the blinds looking outside... when I got up and went for coffee. But she wasn't. I expected that when I pulled back the shower curtain that she would be laying on the hamper, which she usually was. But she wasn't. I expected her to jump up onto the bed and lay down on her blanket at the bottom (just like she's done for 8 years) and then just before I got to sleep, she'd jump down.

But the last 48 hours were tough for her. The vet seemed to think that her diaphragm had ruptured. So she was having a tough time breathing and wasn't eating. It was hard on us to have to make the decision. But when Jackie got home from Starbucks, we knew that it wasn't fair to her. So we made the decision to do what was hard... but best. And in the end, I think that if she could speak I think that she would say, "Thanks." Thanks for saving me from the pound. Thanks for gviing me a home and love for 8 years. And thanks for doing what was best for me.



  1. I know I've said it already... but I really am sorry!! I know she was a good friend. I shed some tears of my own this morning reading the blog. love ya bro! -steve

  2. I am so sorry to hear this. I know all too well the pain of having to put down a pet who has been part of your life for so long.

    Thanks for your transparency on the blog. It will help you heal, and it allows others to come alongside you.

    Hang in there...