Decemberist

Decemberist

There has been quiet lately. We still miss our little dog so much it seems impossible to think of rattling on without her being present. Every day, Astra and I look for hours at the place where the girls slept in the sun, and the minutes drag as the light moves across that patch. Astra misses having her own personal guide dog far more than I had expected. We will all always miss Quee. This photo is one of the last I have of the girls taking their habitual nap together. They both looked melancholy in advance.

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My Girls Are In Trouble

My Girls Are In Trouble

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There hasn’t been any posting for a while, nor the promised Live Dog Cam, for a couple reasons. First Astra was very sick…she had to have 17 of her teeth pulled. Then Queequeg, not to be outdone, began experiencing the kidney failure that commonly, critically becomes an issue for dogs of her age.

Queequeg is at Coral Gables Animal Hospital tonight, on an IV. It is hard to know what to do. I swore I wouldn’t subject her to the horrible indignities Moshe had to go through before she died…and that’s the consideration; they are old, and they die anyway. I hope I can keep my promise to her, but it’s so hard to accept the tough little dog … not being around. It’s not like with Astra; Astra just doesn’t care, and she wants to live, dignity or none. Queequeg has quite the opposite personality. She would sign a DNR if she could.

I guess we will all try to sleep and see what tomorrow brings.

Yesterday was Astra’s fifteenth birthday, and I am happy now we spent it quietly, with just a little bit of celebrating, a few treats and lots of hugs and napping.