Jubilee and Requiem
The Good News:
Yesterday my little sister got her driver’s licence, making her the youngest sibling in my family to obtain one (she just turned seventeen). If I recall correctly, I was nineteen and my other sister was eighteen. She accomplished this feat on her first try and with just four points off (if you get ten or more off then you fail). This makes her the only sibling in my family to have her licence during high school.
The Bad News:
Yesterday we had our dog (Sage) put down. I think most of the people who read this probably met her, but for those who didn’t she was a fourteen or fifteen year old (we were never sure) blue merle sheltie, fairly large for her breed, and she had a very sweet disposition.
She had cataracts and her hearing had been going for some time now. She also had an infected tooth that couldn’t be removed because putting her under an anaesthetic would have risked killing her, due to her old age. Several months ago she had a stroke that really affected her. She was left almost unable to bark, climb stairs, or even shake herself off. She slowly recovered most of her motor functions, but she suddenly seemed much older and we knew that she could have a terminal problem at any time.
I think it was Saturday that she got quite sick and starting vomiting. This stopped on Sunday so it seemed like she was getting better, but then on Monday she got diarrhoea and she started to smell putrid (my parents looked for a dead mouse in the house before realizing it was her). They took her to the vet and she was diagnosed with internal bleeding and the beginnings of organ failure. Knowing that she wouldn’t last much longer, they had her put down to spare her the pain.
This is definitely the hardest on my dad because he was always closest to Sage. It will be rough on my sisters as well, but we all knew this would come (since the stroke) so it’s not a big surprise. The truth is it doesn’t feel like a really big deal to me. I’m sure that I’ll miss Sage sometimes but the truth is I’ve been looking forward to not having to hear my mom complain about her (my mom hates having animals in the house).
The first half-hour after I got home last night was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster.
Yesterday my little sister got her driver’s licence, making her the youngest sibling in my family to obtain one (she just turned seventeen). If I recall correctly, I was nineteen and my other sister was eighteen. She accomplished this feat on her first try and with just four points off (if you get ten or more off then you fail). This makes her the only sibling in my family to have her licence during high school.
The Bad News:
Yesterday we had our dog (Sage) put down. I think most of the people who read this probably met her, but for those who didn’t she was a fourteen or fifteen year old (we were never sure) blue merle sheltie, fairly large for her breed, and she had a very sweet disposition.
She had cataracts and her hearing had been going for some time now. She also had an infected tooth that couldn’t be removed because putting her under an anaesthetic would have risked killing her, due to her old age. Several months ago she had a stroke that really affected her. She was left almost unable to bark, climb stairs, or even shake herself off. She slowly recovered most of her motor functions, but she suddenly seemed much older and we knew that she could have a terminal problem at any time.
I think it was Saturday that she got quite sick and starting vomiting. This stopped on Sunday so it seemed like she was getting better, but then on Monday she got diarrhoea and she started to smell putrid (my parents looked for a dead mouse in the house before realizing it was her). They took her to the vet and she was diagnosed with internal bleeding and the beginnings of organ failure. Knowing that she wouldn’t last much longer, they had her put down to spare her the pain.
This is definitely the hardest on my dad because he was always closest to Sage. It will be rough on my sisters as well, but we all knew this would come (since the stroke) so it’s not a big surprise. The truth is it doesn’t feel like a really big deal to me. I’m sure that I’ll miss Sage sometimes but the truth is I’ve been looking forward to not having to hear my mom complain about her (my mom hates having animals in the house).
The first half-hour after I got home last night was a bit of an emotional rollercoaster.
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