Today is November 30th. It is the end of NaBloPoMo.
This means that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will not have to think “I need to think about something to write about.” It’s the end of the month.
I feel very similar to how I felt at the end of the summer, when I left Camp, went home, and didn’t HAVE to blog anymore. The thing was, though, the habit had become so engrained after a little more than two months of blogging daily, that when I got home I felt like I was still looking for things to write about.
Today feels very much the same. I know that when I get up tomorrow morning, I won’t have to think about what I’m going to write about later in the day….. but my reality is that I will likely write something anyway. I just won’t be able to tag it “NaBloPoMo,” and I suspect greatly that my readership will take a bit of a nose-dive. I do want to throw out a HUGE thank you, though, to everyone who read with me over this past month while I rambled my heart out onto these ‘pages.’
Endings are something that I’m not totally comfortable with right now. Spoiler alert: If you cry easily about dog stories, you may not want to read further. My Mom has two dogs. She has for ten years. That means that I lived with both of them for a long time before I moved out of the house.
Jack and Keisha are brother and sister. They were born to Jena in our kitchen in Wainfleet. Jena was the first dog I ever really loved. Prior to Jena, I’d been more of a cat person. She broke down that wall in my heart that wouldn’t let slobbery dogs in, and she threw out all the pieces.
When I was in my first year of University, Jena got hit on the highway and was killed. I sobbed for days. Like… silent, gigantic tears running down my face the entire way through my first ever university exam, and I came home from it and collapsed in a heap on the floor and bawled… sure that I botched the exam because I couldn’t concentrate and even more sure that I would never get over missing Jena.
That wasn’t true, of course. I did get over it, as great of a pooch as she was. But we were left with her 2 month old baby girl — Keisha. We’d found homes for every other puppy in the litter Jena had, and that left poor baby Keisha with no Mommy. She’d go out in the yard and just cry, looking around… she did it for days. When Jena’s life ended, there was sadness that I’d never experienced before. I’ve never lost a close friend, a parent, or even a grandparent. So far, my deepest-felt losses in life have been pets. They really do become family.
A few months later, we got a phone call from one of the families we’d given a puppy to. Their work situation had changed, and they couldn’t keep Shadow. They wanted to know if in light of losing Jena, would we like to take Shadow back. We did. And we gave him his original name back — we welcomed Jack back into our lives.
It took Keisha a week or so to get over being a jerk to Jack, and they’ve been inseparable for the past 9.5 years.
But now… I have a heavy heart tonight, because Jack’s life is ending. And this ending SUCKS. I know he’s ten. I know he’s ‘just a dog.’ I know he’s been sick for a very long time, and it’s the end that he needs because he’s in so much pain…. he’s being put down on Monday.
And it sucks.
And every time I think about it, I get a little weepy again. It took a long time to make the decision. Mom wanted to be sure she’d done everything she could before making the decision, but he’s in so much pain and he hurts all over.
So on Monday morning, I will have to say goodbye to my buddy, Jack. And it will suck. It will be so hard. I don’t like this ending. This is not a happy ending. And it’s like Keisha knows. You see, they’re at my house right now because my parents are down… and Keisha follows him around all over, and snuggles right up beside him for what little sleep he does get.
I am going to miss my buddy….
And that’s how I feel about that ending.
And with that, here’s a picture tribute to my buddy, Jack.