The weather (both land and sea) are looking pretty good this week, so I started calling boat captains. I found someone who will take Jay and I out so we can "scatter" mom's ashes. It's not really scattering. I found a water soluble urn that I just place in the water and within a few minutes, it sinks to the bottom where it breaks down.
We tried to do it as a family a few weeks ago, but the weather did not cooperate. At all. We all know that mom was a "pick yourself up, dust yourself off and get on with life" kind of woman, so it was agreed that I would do it the first time the weather and the seas were good. So this is the weekend. We'll go out on Sunday morning.
But our dog also has not been well. And it seems to have gotten worse this week. So we took her to the vet and found out that she has a fairly substantial mass in her lower (towards her hind quarters) abdomen. Crap. We will schedule an ultrasound to find out what it is and what it's attached to and, hopefully, that tells us if it's operable. Then we start making decisions.
We adopted Zena 10 years ago. She's 13 now. I cannot express how integral she is to our family. This pound puppy who wasn't house broken has become so important to us. I can't loose both mom and her in the same year. That's just too much sadness. Right now, she's pretty miserable. She's not eating. She has major diarrhea. And she's struggling with her hind end in general -- steps are difficult.
I'm trying to not over-react and start wailing. She needs me, so I'll keep marching until a vet tells me it's time to stop. So we just help her and keep her comfortable until we get the ultrasound.
What a week.
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