Sunday -- Crossing Bridges

Crossing the bridge to the mainland from the causeway at sunrise after Dee Dee's early morning walk.

 

She did well today. She pooped, took her meds this morning and this evening, ate some shreds of chicken and two small jars of baby food. She napped and enjoyed her walks.

 

We spent the entire day with her except for a quick trip to Publix to get more chicken and baby food.

 

Grief is interesting. It can make you delusional. Here's an example: When her doctor called with the bad news about Dee Dee's kidneys, he kept using the male pronoun "he" to refer to her. I didn't interrupt him to correct him because it wasn't important. When he finished talking, I asked a question and used "she" when I referred to Dee Dee. He picked up on it and switched to "she" in the rest of his comments. I considered it a mistake. And so did John, but he told me tonight that his first thought was that the doctor had the wrong test results and that he was talking about someone else's dog. When he told me this, my mood lightened as I considered the possibility, especially since she did so well today. Maybe the doctor did make a mistake?

But we know the facts don't support the delusion. 

So, we are glad that she was comfortable today and that we got to spend time with her.