Saying goodbye...
Feb. 25th, 2004 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heidiYesterday was a day of emotions - from top to bottom. I had a great lunch with an old friend, and we resolved to get together monthly from now on. And I had a great dinner with one of my best friends from high school, and he may join some of us for Assassins on June 3 - and if anyone else wants to go, let me know so I can see if it's worth trying to get a group ticket thing.
And Jon is taking steps. Two, then three, then four at a time, then he goes down. He's so cute. It's so different than it was with Harry. Harry, at seven months, stood up and walked halfway across the floor and pretty much never sat down again. Jon is more tentative about it, but he so clearly wants to do it. I've been videoing it a lot, and it's amazing in 10 days how he's improved. I'm not sure I can say he's *walking* yet, but oh is he coming up close.
Now, a note for all of you whose children are more than eight and a half months old and not yet walking - YOUR children are normal. PERFECTLY NORMAL. MY children are weird, weird, weird. Don't let it bother you, please.
And now, for the sad news. Last night, my parents had to put their dog, Ruger, to sleep. Ruger was 14 years old, and a very brave and wonderful German Sheppard, but he'd developed edema and was in a lot of pain. He was on horse-strength medication, and wasn't really moving, and wasn't eating at all these past few days.
Harry loved him very much. They became best friends when we lived with my parents last year while we renovated our house, and I know he's going to miss him a lot. He put Ruger on his Family Tree at school this morning, and we put up some pictures as well, so we remember him.
But Harry didn't want to go and say goodbye. We talked about it, and he's known for about a week that Ruger was very ill, but when it came down to going there yesterday, he cried a lot, and he didn't want to go. On Sunday, Harry stayed at my parents' and they watched the first Superman film. When Clark's father died, Harry asked what had happened, and my parents explained that he was very sick and he died. Harry replied, "If what happened to Superman's daddy happens to Ruger my heart will break."
My baby is so sensitive at times, it almost makes me wonder who the kid that jumps on my head in the mornings is.
So R.I.P. Ruger Brown Howard. We will miss you, and the way you used to jump in the pool to rescue people when they went under water to do handstands and stuff, and the way you wrestled with balls and stuffed animals, and how you looked when you looked at Harry. We will not miss the way you smelled, though, poor thing.
And when my sister comes to Miami next, we will bury your ashes in the yard, next to my Kira, and we will put down a stone for you. Today, Ruger is being welcomed by Kira into Doggy Heaven.
And Jon is taking steps. Two, then three, then four at a time, then he goes down. He's so cute. It's so different than it was with Harry. Harry, at seven months, stood up and walked halfway across the floor and pretty much never sat down again. Jon is more tentative about it, but he so clearly wants to do it. I've been videoing it a lot, and it's amazing in 10 days how he's improved. I'm not sure I can say he's *walking* yet, but oh is he coming up close.
Now, a note for all of you whose children are more than eight and a half months old and not yet walking - YOUR children are normal. PERFECTLY NORMAL. MY children are weird, weird, weird. Don't let it bother you, please.
And now, for the sad news. Last night, my parents had to put their dog, Ruger, to sleep. Ruger was 14 years old, and a very brave and wonderful German Sheppard, but he'd developed edema and was in a lot of pain. He was on horse-strength medication, and wasn't really moving, and wasn't eating at all these past few days.
Harry loved him very much. They became best friends when we lived with my parents last year while we renovated our house, and I know he's going to miss him a lot. He put Ruger on his Family Tree at school this morning, and we put up some pictures as well, so we remember him.
But Harry didn't want to go and say goodbye. We talked about it, and he's known for about a week that Ruger was very ill, but when it came down to going there yesterday, he cried a lot, and he didn't want to go. On Sunday, Harry stayed at my parents' and they watched the first Superman film. When Clark's father died, Harry asked what had happened, and my parents explained that he was very sick and he died. Harry replied, "If what happened to Superman's daddy happens to Ruger my heart will break."
My baby is so sensitive at times, it almost makes me wonder who the kid that jumps on my head in the mornings is.
So R.I.P. Ruger Brown Howard. We will miss you, and the way you used to jump in the pool to rescue people when they went under water to do handstands and stuff, and the way you wrestled with balls and stuffed animals, and how you looked when you looked at Harry. We will not miss the way you smelled, though, poor thing.
And when my sister comes to Miami next, we will bury your ashes in the yard, next to my Kira, and we will put down a stone for you. Today, Ruger is being welcomed by Kira into Doggy Heaven.
