Day of Rest

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Today has not been a restful one for me. Dexter has had a wonky belly for a few days and his nose has been bleeding more than usual. This morning, he refused to eat, wouldn’t even take his favorite treats, so I took him to the emergency vet. They have him now, giving him iv fluids, antibiotics, and anti-nausea medication. I just got back from a short visit with him, checking on the blood work results (high white cell blood count which indicates a bacterial infection), giving him some love, and dropping off his Little D to hang out with him. The vet said if he stays stable, can eat some dinner later and keep it down, we’ll be able to bring him home tonight. This is such good news, and for now we’ll concentrate on that.

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Everyone here is feeling tender.  Even Sam seems a little sad. We know Dexter will be back with us, but the fact that our time together overall is so limited lingers, and makes this time apart difficult. We are all bumping up against what it’s going to be like to be a family of three, and it hurts. And yet, our guiding intention remains that Dexter doesn’t suffer, that his death be easy–even if that means we get his belly feeling better only to need to make a bigger decision because of his nose. The good bad news is that how much we love them is equal to how much we hurt for them, how much we’ll miss them, how sad we are to be separated. It’s like Susan Piver said at our retreat last week, “no matter what, every relationship ends badly.”

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To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
~Mary Oliver

2 thoughts on “Day of Rest

  1. sherrybelul

    Oh, Jill. There is so much love and beauty in this post. And also, such poignancy. Your relationship with Dexter continues to be such a guiding-light story for so many of us who are following along the journey with you two. These words, this photo, that poem — touch me deeply. I think of the phrase, 10,0000 joys and 10,000 sorrows. Sending love your way.

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    1. jillsalahub Post author

      Thank you, Sherry. I had never heard that phrase–I love it. It’s so oddly comforting to me when I am hurting to remember that it is in equal measure to the love, that if I loved any less it wouldn’t be so painful, so the suffering is a good sign. ♥

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