Yesterday was our valley craft fair. It was organized by volunteers and was held in the same room as our property owners association meetings. I didn't count but I can't imagine there were more than a dozen booths. It rained and valley denizens came to shop. The room was stuffy and loud. I finally opened a couple of windows.
Getting ready this morning was a little complicated since we realized that our old dog had hit the wall with the pain from his cancer. We went through this before with our dog Sunny. Our vets told us to enjoy her and that she would let us know when it was time. This morning Eddie let us know it was time. So while scrambling to get Alexia packed and home before 9:30, we were trying to comfort Eddie and calm the other two dogs. They were both frantic from Eddie's discomfort.
I dropped Alexia off at home and called our vets from the car to tell them I was coming. They were amazing, ready for me and put us immediately in a treatment room. Eddie was miserable and pacing so I sat on the floor with him, stroked his face and told him how wonderful he was. Once the vet came in, it was over quickly and the pain and the life in his eyes went out.
I'm so lucky to have had him for ten years. Ironically, when we adopted him his name was Lucky. I said - good grief. That's like the joke about the three-legged dog with one eye named Lucky. I renamed Eddie after Edward Weston, the black and white photographer. In the end I realized that we were both lucky.