Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Bruce stayed home today on account of the cold that I so generously shared with him. A thing that is unfortunate in itself can sometimes wind up being a blessing: because he was home sick instead of off at work, Bruce saw that Arlo would no longer eat and was in obvious pain. So he was able to make that judgement call that it was time for our faithful boy to be released from his poor, sick body before things got too bad. He called the vet and made an appointment to bring Arlo in later that morning. Murphy came along for moral support on the way there and comfort on the way back home.
Only in the late afternoon, as I was getting ready to come home, did I have a chance to read Bruce's sad text telling me that Arlo was gone. It all went easily -- Arlo was ready. I'm blessed to be married to a man who does what needs doing when the time is right.
Good bye, sweet Arlo.