Last week, Traci gave me a whole slew of goals at our regular Wednesday meeting. That evening,¬† came home to discover my beloved dog, Winston, had lost the use of his back legs from what turned out to be ruptured discs. After a couple days of trial treatments, he got worse. The vet advised that he was not a good candidate for surgery due to his size and age, and we made the painful decision¬† to say goodbye on Friday. Needless to say, I met few if any of last week’s goals. But I did have one success throughout the dreadful, sorrowful week: I did not return to my usual way of dealing with stress and pain – by stuffing it down with junk food. It was a crappy week, but I’ve now walked through a pretty hot fire without melting down.
I’ll handle this week’s goals in a separate post and devote this one to Winston. And while now isn’t the time to describe my sweet friend to you – I can barely go an hour or two without crying just yet – I can say that he was the sweetest, most loving friend for eleven years. I don’t think anyone or anything will ever love me the way he did.
Rest In Peace, Sweet Winnie. I miss you.