8/15/2010
For those of you who assured me months ago the worst was yet to come. That I was still numb and that I would be worse before I got better. Well, I say as much with my eyes as I do with my mouth. With that said, I’m almost certain that without so many words I looked at those people after they said such things as if they were crazy. I just knew I was feeling every emotion back then.
I was wrong.
For that, I apologize.
From the moment I turned the calendar to August I’ve fallen way down hill. I knew what this month – what next month meant to David and me. Our birthdays, our anniversaries. The start of High School, the Bengals, and of course his beloved Ohio State football season. This was by far our best time of the year. So many great things to look forward to. So many great things going on. And then it was August 2010…
Then, Friday morning I received this email…
Amy
David Dearinger's (davidd86@fuse.net) birthday is on Friday August 20th. David will be 34 years old.
Click below to choose one of our specially recommended birthday greeting cards and we will send it on David'sbirthday...
http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/eCard/297317831a1b790370843c75695657?MID=1955
Kind Regards,
BirthdayAlarm.com
That was tough enough, but nothing compares to what happened at 2:00 AM Saturday. The numbness wore off the moment David’s little princess Libby (our 5 year old female dog) got sick. Not just sick – serious sick. It was that very moment I needed and missed David more than ever. I felt so helpless and yet I had to be there for Libb. I know she is “just a dog” but for those of us who truly know David and me – these two dogs are our children. They are spoiled, cared for and loved just as if our genetics brought them into this world. Here I was with a dog that was miserable, at the ER vet with all these decisions to make. David and I were a team and making such important decisions was a joint action. It wasn’t until I was that scared that the full aloneness set in. What an empty feeling. Just horrible!
The good news, Libby is on the road to recovery. She is still uncomfortable, is on three medications and needs follow-up vet visits, but she is gonna be okay. The irony to all this – when the vet came out to tell me Libby was waking up and that the procedure went well she looked at me and said, “either that dog has a huge pain tolerance, or she is one tough puppy.” Yep – she is her daddy’s doggie. That is for sure.
For those of you who assured me months ago the worst was yet to come. That I was still numb and that I would be worse before I got better. Well, I say as much with my eyes as I do with my mouth. With that said, I’m almost certain that without so many words I looked at those people after they said such things as if they were crazy. I just knew I was feeling every emotion back then.
I was wrong.
For that, I apologize.
From the moment I turned the calendar to August I’ve fallen way down hill. I knew what this month – what next month meant to David and me. Our birthdays, our anniversaries. The start of High School, the Bengals, and of course his beloved Ohio State football season. This was by far our best time of the year. So many great things to look forward to. So many great things going on. And then it was August 2010…
Then, Friday morning I received this email…
Amy
David Dearinger's (davidd86@fuse.net) birthday is on Friday August 20th. David will be 34 years old.
Click below to choose one of our specially recommended birthday greeting cards and we will send it on David'sbirthday...
http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/eCard/297317831a1b790370843c75695657?MID=1955
Kind Regards,
BirthdayAlarm.com
That was tough enough, but nothing compares to what happened at 2:00 AM Saturday. The numbness wore off the moment David’s little princess Libby (our 5 year old female dog) got sick. Not just sick – serious sick. It was that very moment I needed and missed David more than ever. I felt so helpless and yet I had to be there for Libb. I know she is “just a dog” but for those of us who truly know David and me – these two dogs are our children. They are spoiled, cared for and loved just as if our genetics brought them into this world. Here I was with a dog that was miserable, at the ER vet with all these decisions to make. David and I were a team and making such important decisions was a joint action. It wasn’t until I was that scared that the full aloneness set in. What an empty feeling. Just horrible!
The good news, Libby is on the road to recovery. She is still uncomfortable, is on three medications and needs follow-up vet visits, but she is gonna be okay. The irony to all this – when the vet came out to tell me Libby was waking up and that the procedure went well she looked at me and said, “either that dog has a huge pain tolerance, or she is one tough puppy.” Yep – she is her daddy’s doggie. That is for sure.
So, here I am. About to begin what I know will be a bittersweet week. You see, David should be turning 34 Friday, and the fact he isn’t is making me insanely mad. On the other hand, with the death of one amazing man comes the birth of a very special child. Baby Maci A. will be here sometime tomorrow (Monday), and I know her guardian angel “Uncle” David will be there to see that her grand entrance into this crazy world is as healthy and happy as possible. That I know and find comfort in.
Please say a prayer and think good thoughts for Kristi, Jeremy and Baby Maci tonight.
Have a great week all.
With love,
Amy
I'm sorry for all you are going through. There's really nothing I can say to try and make it better ... just know that I care. And I'm glad to hear that Libby is going to be okay!
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