Regular followers will be aware that my Queen of Spazmania, Colorado was diagnosed with cancer a few months back.
She went through a rough patch, that prompted me to ask people to stop reminding me that she was dying.
Today she is doing pretty well. She’s lost a lot of weight (she was too heavy in the first place), but she’s eating, drinking and is her normal self so I’m not worried about it.
But Monday morning, something weird happened.
If I linger in bed too long Colorado will eventually come up and remind me that she has to go out. She starts by sitting next to the bed and panting until I pet her.
Monday morning was no different, except as soon as I reached out to scratch her head I started to cry.
She was her normal self.
When I reached out I don’t think I was thinking of her eventual passing.
I thought that maybe I had felt it in her energy. I knew Shelby’s time was coming.
Through out the day I found myself getting tearful thinking of losing her.
I didn’t understand that. I had plenty of time to prepare. I am ready.
Yes, it will be hard,
When we take an animal into our lives we have a sacred duty to look after them.
The hard part of that is letting your faithful companion go when its time.
I did that for Shelby, even though I was not ready and it almost destroyed me.
When Colorado’s time comes, I will let her go. To keep her around when she’s sick and life has no joy for her would be cruel, and very unfair.
She is my friend, she even saved my life once when I my mood hit bottom and suicide seemed like a pretty good idea.
It will be hard…as I’ve said.
There’s a reason I mention the “it will be hard” thing twice.
All day Monday, I couldn’t understand why it was so difficult to not cry when thinking about Colorado’s final day.
When discussing it in the past I might get a bit tearful in the moment, but nothing like the crying jags I just couldn’t control.
It was on the drive home that the real reason hit me….
Arranging her final visit with the vet will be hard…very fucking hard.
And that’s what was getting to me…
It is another hard thing that I have to do, in what seems like a life of constant hard things.
Admittedly, when one suffers from mental health issues, especially depression, getting out of bed in the morning can be a hard thing.
That’s not really what I’m talking about.
I’ve never shied away from these hard things. In fact, I tend to be very good at doing hard things. So much so that I was often handed tasks that were hard.
I’m talking about the sorts of things that can have a negative impact on one’s spirit.
It was Dr. Nielsen who pointed out a few years ago that I have the ability to turn all that off. I didn’t realize that I was doing that until he pointed it out. To me it was just “buckling down” and “getting on with it”.
Thanks to therapy I’m losing that ability.
Of course, as one gets older the closets that one shoves the trauma of experiencing these hard things into has problems keeping shut. And I can tell you that some of the nightmares that come leaping out at you are worse than any movie, and its often accompanied by wondering just how in the hell you managed to completely forget about THAT!
A little bit ago, during a particularly rough patch, it seemed like nothing was going right for me. I remember spending a great deal of time lamenting that nothing would ever be easy for me.
That wasn’t my head space on Monday btw.
So in short, it was just another rock in the proverbial invisible basket.
I do have one very real fear when the time comes.
Colorado can read me.
No matter how well I’m hiding it, she knows my moods.
When one is saying good bye to their friend, being calm and relaxed is essential lest you friend fights to stay by your side.
I can hide my emotions well. I can be a full blown panic and no one will know it. But Colorado would….
That’s the big fear for me when her time comes. I don’t want her to go through that alone.
When Shelby passed I felt honoured to have attended his passing.
I hope I can do the same for my girl Colorado.
And now I’m crying again…fuck.