I have tried to do this several times but just wasn't ready I guess. Hard to type with leaky eyes, lol. Mine seemed more like a geyser lately. It has been a really tough week, also dealing with a dear chosen family member that is also getting ready to pass. My dad is 74 and this person has been his best friend since kindergarten. I don't know of a longer friendship, that is why he is chosen family.

I cannot even describe how sad I am inside. I feel like I lost this never ending battle to get our boy well. I know he was old, I know we will never know exactly how old he was but as a larger dog he had probably lived to about 12. My brain says I did my best, my heart says WTF? 

We are all (even Bo) subconsciously looking for Mitch. Bo had become a guardian whether Mitch wanted one or not. When Mitchell lost his footing and slid down on to the floor unable to get up on his own, Bo came and got us. Don't ask me how, he just found a relentless way to get our attention and bring us to Mitchell. Crazy weird but true. If Mitchell went outside to wander around, Bo was his voice to let us know he wanted to come back in. All he had to do was start walking to the door and Bo came to let us know. 

I want to thank each and every one of you that helped with Mitch, and every one of you that has posted here with so much compassion. The only way to describe it for me is to let you know that each post of caring kind words has felt like a hug. I just cannot tell you how much it is appreciated. I feel like this is one of the few places that people truly understand this part of the journey. I have to console my parents right now with what is going on, I just don't feel right adding to what they are already going through. Thank you for being there.

Hugs,

Jackie