How are y’all doing? I’ve been quiet around these parts lately because I’ve been busy at work during the day time and at night, I’m trying to spend much of my time with Jeff and being present. The evenings are always so short and on a daily basis, I’m always wishing I had an extra couple of hours. Wouldn’t that be nice? Of course, I’m sure, an extra couple of hours a day would never be enough and I’m sure I’d always be wanting more. That or I need to figure out how to function on a couple of hours a sleep a night. So, life lately, huh? Let’s start off with late last week.
My mom’s eldest dog, Quincey, had been acting uncharacteristic for the last month or so, seemingly every other day being ‘off’, with little appetite, energy or much of anything. I had been hoping that it was just age, after all, he did just turn 13 earlier in March. But after my mom took Quincey to her holistic vet, they ran a full blood panel (which, nothing came up – some values were slightly off but nothing concerning) and after that, he recommended an ultrasound with a specialist to see if that yielded any answers. That was last Thursday. Almost immediately, they saw a tangerine-size mass on his spleen and further examinations showed a lesion on his liver. The prognosis was that he was too far along for an operation, and that treatment was not an option. Last Thursday was the day we found out that our Quincey has cancer and that his time with us will be limited. And my how this has been evident in the last week. His appetite has decreased, he moves around a lot like he’s restless…. the look in his eye, oh my gosh it could make anyone cry. Don’t get me wrong, when he’s having his good days, he’s so, so good and he’s happy, wagging his tail, woofing…. but I know those days are limited so I’m trying to soak it all up. I held it together at work when my mom told me the bad news, but as soon as I got home, I sobbed. Anyone that knows me or loves pets like I/we do, knows just how much this hurts and that it’s such a shitty thing.
I just had to go to the gym that day to release some emotions (above)
Last Thursday evening, we took our dogs over to my moms because we were heading up north first thing Friday morning and we wanted to get a good start on the Good Friday traffic. When I saw Quincey, I just gently pet him and cried into his fur. I just can’t believe that he’s sick and going to be gone soon…. And now, especially now, every additional day with him is special and a gift and we’re cherishing every second of it.
Alright, time to wipe my tears and talk about more uplifting things… it’s all about balance, right? See, that’s me trying to look at the brighter side.
Friday morning, Jeff and I rolled out of bed, sans fluff balls *cue the sad trombones* and not long afterwards, we were on our way up north. We ended up getting a bit of a late start but got up there by about 10:30 I think it was. Caught up with my father-in-law and then not long after, we decided to head out to the gun range as it was a beautifully sunny, spring day and we couldn’t forego the opportunity to shoot outdoors (since we had been shooting indoors, obviously, all winter). But first, FOOD. We took Jeff’s Dad for lunch just in town at a local dive.
We ended up playing around until about 4 p.m. and then afterwards, it was go time. We were getting all the props together and setting up the four stages for the match that was on Saturday and Sunday. By 7 ish, we were all hangry and irritated but Jeff’s dad wanted to shoot the match ahead of everyone else so we obliged and we were out of there by about 9 p.m. and didn’t get back to Jeff’s Dad’s until about 9:40 p.m. We ended up going to bed fairly early by our standards, but it was just a long day and I guess the fresh, spring air did us in.
Meanwhile, back at my mom’s, the boys made themselves comfortable. (sorry, it’s blurry…my aunt took it)
Saturday morning, we were up by 6:30 and out the door by 7:30 I think it was. Jeff’s Dad was staying behind so that he could make Easter dinner, his first big meal he was planning and cooking on his own since his wife died. He’s doing alright, but everything is an adjustment and he’s learning to do everything on his own now, which, he says, for his age, is just strange. But, I guess that’s what happens when your spouse of 44 years passes…. You try to pick up the pieces and make some semblance of life and everything that goes with it. We ran about 20 to 24 shooters on Saturday, with two squads in the morning and then two at 1 pm and we were done by about 3 or 3:30, which was nice. We then headed back to Jeff’s Dads where a lovely (and yummy) ham awaited us back home. Jeff’s brother and his kids had come up the previous night and were there for dinner, too. It was just enough to make me full but not feeling gross. There’s nothing more gross-feeling than eating too much and then feeling uncomfortably full like you’ve got to undo your pants. It’s funny, but it’s not, you know?!
Sunday was much of the same, only the start time for the morning two squads was 10 a.m. so we didn’t have to leave Jeff’s Dad’s house until about 8:30 a.m. Our day ended around 1 p.m. and then we cleaned up the range and stayed around to talk to some of the kind folk. Afterwards, we headed back to Jeff’s Dad to pack up, Jeff’s brother and his kids left for home and we stayed around until almost 7 talking to Jeff’s Dad. He’s so happy to be heading down to Florida today – he got the all clear that his health has been “good” for the last 7 days and that his insurance company is satisfied with that. So he can travel down to Florida for a month and then head back in May. He’s been bored and lonely since his wife died (understandably) and he’s just needed a change of scenery. I think it’ll do him a world of good and hopefully he’ll come back feeling refreshed and ready to hit the summer shooting months with a bang.
We drove home Sunday night and as much as we wanted to go fetch the dogs from my mom’s house, we decided not to, as we didn’t want to disrupt Quincey and cause too much excitement (as the boys do when we go to my mom’s to pick them up). We had a few drinks, relaxed the evening and enjoyed the night.
Monday, which I so intelligently booked off from work, didn’t start off as planned. I was planning on going to a yoga class that a friend of mine visiting from British Columbia was teaching, but my head had other plans. I was brewing a lovely migraine and my vision was all wonky, so I thought it best to stay home and have a lazy day until the time came around when we had to head over to my mom’s for an Easter dinner.