August 7, 2007

August 7, 2007



Today was a very sad day. More so for your Mom and Dad than for you I know. We lost our precious Harley. He had been loosing weight, vomiting, and acting lethargic. Daddy took him to the vet in the morning and came home in tears, Harley has intestinal cancer and is basically starving to death. We kept him home and tried to love him up as best as we could. Then at 1:00, we took him in and had him put to sleep. Death is such a hard thing to understand, even for adults. You seemed to understand, you were there when he was put down, and when we buried him. But later when I was crying because I wanted to go check on him and then remembered I couldn't, you asked Why? I asked you "Why do you think, Sweetie?", but you just said, "I don't know."


I know you're too young, and you probably won't remember him when you get older, but he was very special to your Dad and I. We got him as a kitten after we'd only been dating less than 3 months. He was such a lovey, goofy, sweet boy. He was with us for so long, and we really thought we had a lot more time. You called him "The Lover" because of his sweet and loving personality. He seemed very protective of you, and would always rub on your feet during breakfast. Once when you were sick, he slept in your bed most of the time. I'm including a picture of that time, plus a bunch of others, so maybe you'll remember him. I'm glad he's not suffering anymore, but I am going to miss him so much.






August 6, 2007

August 6, 2007

Sometimes you just make me so proud! Today, you had your 4 year check up. We had to bring in your first mornings urine in a cup, and this had you completely mystified. "Why do they want my pee?" "What are they going to do with my pee?" "Will they put it in the potty?" On the drive in you said, "Remember when we took Shai to the doctor and they took her away and she had to spend the night." I said yes I remember, but you are not sick, and I won't let them take you away. First you were weighed and measured. You are 33 1/2 pounds and 40 inches tall. Then they took your blood pressure and checked your vision. 80/42 and 20/40. Dr. Vanzee said 20/40 is normal for a 4 year old, but with your family history it will be a miracle if you don't end up with glasses. Dr. VanZee checked your eyes, ears, and listened to your heart and lungs. Then he asked you to jump, stand on one foot, walk on your tip toes and your heels. You were so excited to show him that you could do it all. Then he was asking me some questions, and in the meantime you were doing a little improv demonstration of your dance and acrobatic moves. I'm sure he was quite impressed ;-)

Then it was time for shots.......... I had told you that you would be having some, and that they would hurt. I knew you were nervous, because on the way in you said that you had to hold Mini because she was scared. I asked you what Mini was scared of and you told me shots. But you had on such a brave face, and took the shots just like a brave girl and didn't make a peep. Then you got up and said, "That wasn't so bad! But it did hurt." On the way out of the office, you asked me if they had some more of those pee cups. Not sure what you had planned for that. We went out for ice cream to celebrate, and you said I couldn't take the bandaids off because that would "let the hurt out." You told Daddy that he "missed all the fun." I am so proud!