I knew this was going to be a tough weekend with Lee’s surgery coming up on Wednesday, but it’s been much tougher than I originally thought it would be.
Lee’s heart surgery has changed – since the original surgeon transferred to a different hospital, the new surgeon feels that macro surgery isn’t as good as regular surgery. So, my husband is going to be opened up so they can repair the leaky valve. This is a much scarier proposition, and believe me – he’s showing it. And to boot, the poor guy had to have a couple of fillings put in his teeth on Thursday in preparation for his surgery, so even before the operation, he’s in pain.
We also had to have our cat, Buddy, put down today. We adopted him as a kitten 15 years ago, and he’s been through a lot with us – my entire pregnancy with Connor, he wouldn’t let me sleep by myself – he actually used to curl up with my belly every night. This pregnancy he looked like he was going to stick with me the entire time again until a few weeks ago. All of the sudden, the skin on his neck broke out in what looked like an allergic reaction, then he started not going up or down either set of stairs in the house (one of which leads to the litter box – so there have been accidents), and then he started ignoring me. We finally knew it was time when we’d find him sleeping in places he never would have before – as if he was looking for someplace comfy to just stay all day. It was by far the hardest decision we’ve had to make as a couple in the 20 years we’ve had together.
So, last night we gave him steak and tuna for dinner, then cuddled with him a bunch this morning, and Lee took him to the vet. He brought Buddy home in a white box, we selected a nice spot in the yard next to a false indigo that blossoms blue in the spring and gets dappled sunlight – a very pretty little spot to nap, and we laid him to rest.
Goodbye Buddy…we’ll miss you.