I didn't blog yesterday because I didn't want to post a sad one while others were celebrating Valentine's Day. I spent some of the day in tears because late Monday night, our beloved black lab died. He was on my kitchen floor. He died happy, though, because he was inside knowing that those who loved him were nearby. He refused to stop fighting death until we left the room. The only comfort I feel right now is knowing that he is not in pain or frustrated because his back legs collapsed again and he couldn't get up.
Hubby couldn't bury Buddy because his right arm/hand has no strenth; sometimes not enough to pick up a cup of coffee. I couldn't do it because I physically was not strong enough to undertake digging a grave for him and the fibromyalgia is nearly unbearable right now. So, my son Greg and a friend of his took care of making Buddy's final resting place and putting him there. I will mark the site with one of my big rocks and a tree that blooms when I'm better.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, we have a blonde lab also. Murphy was Buddy's constant companion. You never saw one without the other very often. Murphy is sad too. She keeps looking for Buddy. We can't get used to the fact that he's not here either. Needless to say, Murphy is getting lots of love and attention. We want to make her grieving process as comfortable as we can. Somehow that helps us with our grief as well.
Hubby thinks we should get another companion for Murphy. I don't know what to do about that. Would you get another one? I know Buddy can never be replaced and I have mixed emotions about it.
That's it for now. I'm going to go grab another cup of coffee and try to get something accomplished today because I certainly didn't yesterday.
