Today has been hard. Tonight there will be fireworks, folks out there having a good time.
I have spent the day, alone, curled up on Bob's hospital bed, in tears.
I keep the phone by the bed, but rarely does it ring, anymore. I'm sure everyone is pretty tired of this weepy widow.
I have two sick puppies by my side. Boomer -- the usual end of life issues. Kona has developed an infection on her incision site (from the spay) and is vomiting. Took Kona back to the vet yesterday. She's got new meds and a prescribed "bland diet". Though the doctor thinks the vomiting might be "stress related". I can certainly relate to that, as I've been doing the same.
Tonight, I light a candle by Bob's ashes, his sunglasses, watch, a lamp that he restored, along with Zenith's ashes, her collar, seashells from our honeymoon. My little memorial table:
Some days, I just don't know how to deal with this....