The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us.
That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love.
Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
Joseph B. Wirthlin
Hm. Where do I begin?
First off...Everything is OK.
It's a long story and if I suppose if we were face to face and we were chatting, I would be happy to tell you all the details.
But just the thought of putting everything down into words seems so fatiguing to me.
I am tired.
Long story short then.
Ginny, had been failing for about a month. We spoke of putting her down but SM felt that as long as we could help her then we should.
Her back legs needed support, which we were happy to give, but she had developed an on and off case of diarrhea that we fought for about 2 weeks.
We did the best we could but accidents happen and SM was cleaning up after her while I was at work one day.
He saw a toothpick on the floor.
He picked it up, dropped it and then stepped on it.
Right under his second toe.
He shrugged it off but after a few days the foot became infected.
Oral antibiotics and the Dr lanced it to drain it.
Still no improvement after a week and then during an urgent care visit on Memorial Day, the Dr looked at SM's foot and then looked at me and I said "ER?".
SM was hospitalized for an abscessed foot.
For 5 days.
IV antibiotics every 8 hours and talk of amputating his toe.
I spent the night at the hospital the night before his surgery because SM was CLEARLY upset about the thought of loosing his toe.
That morning as we got him ready for surgery, Debbie (my good friend and neighbor who watches our dogs for us when we are gone) called and said that Ginny had collapsed. Deb tried to get her up and even asked her husband to come over and help but it just wasn't happening.
I couldn't leave SM.
I couldn't let Ginny suffer.
So I called my Vet and they made a house-call to euthanize Ginny at about the same time that SM went in for surgery.
Talk about irony.
They both went to sleep at the same time.
Before SM went in for his procedure, the surgeon stopped in to talk and unwrapped his foot one last time to look at it.
Surprise! SM's foot looked so much better! We all felt that the IV antibiotics had done an incredible job with the infection.
So SM, the surgeon and I discussed the option of debridement first and if the surgeon didn't like what he saw when he got in there, to just go ahead and take the toe.
And SM woke up from his anesthesia with all his piggies still attached.
It's been 10 days since his surgery and we both feel we are heading in the right direction. SM is diabetic and we have been cautioned that the healing process is slow and can take up to a month.
Things can still go sideways, but we are optimistic.
I walked out to the garden this morning.
This weed filled, overgrown mess of a garden and stood there and watched the bees feasting on the pollen filled flowers.
Beauty is where you find it, my friends.
Even when it's a mess.