Roger is now at Rest

I believe this was the last picture I took of Roger, unless I just missed it in my phone. I did not want to wait til tomorrow to tell you all that after I blogged this morning, I fixed us all a little breakfast of sausage balls and boiled eggs, and during that time Roger was still having some issues – getting stuck in corners and under things and moaning and howling. George couldn’t console him, walked around in the yard with him, and came back in and said “it’s time to go to the vet”. I took a shower real quick. And we went down the street to the one that had taken care of his foot a few weeks ago.

I drove and George held him. He was finally asleep and he seemed lifeless. I pulled into the vet parking lot, tears streaming. George said “let’s sit here and hold him a while before we go in”. While he was in my arms, he seemed lifeless and like he weighed nothing. I told George I thought he was in the process of dying. We waited a few minutes more. I told George we needed to just go in.

I knew George would not be able to speak, so we went in and I told the front desk “we think he’s dying”. And they whisked us back to a room immediately and immediately got the vet. They did bloodwork. It took a while. We put him down and he woke up, wobbled, and went under our legs and under the bench we sat on, finally came out, put his nose into a corner under a ledge and sat down very slowly and went to sleep.

The vet came in and said he thought his kidneys were failing him but there was nothing significant going on in his blood. While he said he likely is not going to get better, he can’t cure his old age or his dementia but he could give him some anxiety meds or meds to suppress him some and make him comfortable and the vet said or you could decide he had lived a good life and choose to let him go but that is up to you. George strongly considered the meds. He asked my opinion. I told him I was worried about when we were not there and I was worried he would hurt himself in odd ways and I hate to put Mom in that position to be having to watch him and she won’t be able to bend over and get him out of his situations while we are at work. And that with George not getting sleep (up 7 or 8 times last night) and we can’t console his howling, no quality really of life with us anymore. It’s really only delaying things to wait. He asked the vet if he said we would let him go would he be saying “you made the right decision” b/c he knew the vet would not recommend we put him down. He said “yes in this case I think you would be making a right decision”. So George said “let’s go ahead then”. Of course it was hard, we cried.

They came in with a soft sedative at first and left the room while we spent the next 2 or 3 minutes as he closed his eyes. Then he came in with the final injection. Roger fought it a little. He took some quick deep breaths and lasted longer than he should have. But finally his breathing shallowed and eventually stopped. We held him a lot during those last few hours and talked with him and told him to tell Maisy and Tugie hello. We told him what a special dog he had been and a unique one. We told him he would be leaping and playing soon. We rubbed his head, his nose, his ears, held his paws, rubbed and pulled on his tail like we always would do. He even had his little tongue out and I ran my fingers over his mouth and touched his tongue. I just felt like I needed to, that tongue that always hung out!

They put him in a box and we brought him home. George dug the grave and we buried him. I texted Katy to tell her as she didn’t answer the phone. We told close friends and neighbors. Our neighbor David came over. It was good to have someone to talk to to make us laugh a bit and bring our spirits up. David and another neighbor came over when we buried Maisy too.

Afterward George had some errands to run – to pick up an amplifier and go to the grocery. I wanted to find some clothes so I went shopping. It wasn’t as joyful of course, but I did feel “free” such a moment of freedom to get to go and do my own thing. It has been sooooo long it seems. So I had some good finds – pants and blouses. I totally forgot to go to the shoe store! I can’t believe it. But I probably did enough damage in one day. So I’ll go to the shoe store on another day.

The crowds out there were very thick today and the lines to pay were as long as Christmas. Just crazy. Dressing rooms were open! I was so happy. I took a bit of video today. But not like I really wanted to. There was a lot of people. I am uncomfortable videoing others.

Anyway just a sad day. It’s harder for George. I loved him too and I’ve cried but there is going to be a hole in his heart for some time. The two bonded and loved each other so much. He had been aloof for a while though but until the last few days, always wanted his Daddy. But George had been unable to console him.

Sleeping after a long drive from Nashville to Hot Springs
Tongue out!
With his sister, in healthier days. Roger really went down after Maisy died.
At Don and Lisa’s – He got to go and we were all so happy of Lisa’s hospitality.
George and his little buddy watching an amazing sunset on the ranch in Breckenridge, TX.
He loved to sit in his Daddy’s lap.

He loved his monkeys! He would loved for George to throw it in his younger years. And he would go retrieve it. He was a special little man. I just loved how he took up with George so immediately. They were the two men of the house. They bonded so well. They hung out always. He loved to sleep with us. He loved Maisy. He went down after Maisy left us. He went down pretty immediately after that. He was never able to rest much, like he was always looking for her. He began his love affair with “water” about that time. He would panic if he could not be near his water. But we had many years with him. He traveled with us wherever we went. He went to Tybee and Savanah. Went to Texas and the ranch. He always got to go to his Nana’s. And Lisa let him hang out at their house. And Katy let him come to the ranch.

He was in diapers the last seven months or so. I guess in the last year or year and a half he got to where he couldn’t jump up to or from the sofa. Then in the last few months did NOT want to be on the sofa at all because he had to be near his water.

I am so tired right now that it’s hard to think straight. I’m trying to recall all the memories. I’m mainly remembering the travels and nights we all snuggled around watching TV. There was the time or two he snuck out the door and someone luckily noticed. He loved to bark at the deer. He did not like to be in cages (that’s how he lost his teeth we think before he came to us).

Little did we all know that when he went to visit Katy in the old college neighborhood, that when he came to them looking for food, and some attention, that he would be coming to live with us the rest of his life. He was not taken care of, no one was missing him, and Katy brought him home to take to the vet and get him checked out until we could find a home. She named him Pumpkin. He was only supposed to spend the weekend. We fell in love with him over that weekend and kept him. We tried to guess his real name one night and we all tossed out dog names then Bible names and then people names. Someone said “Roger” and his head popped up. “Roger” again and it popped up again. I kinda think that his name was really Dodger after baseball. But Roger sounded like it. We went with Roger. Such a cool dog name, huh? So…baseball games would come on and be loud and he would leave the room. I think something must have happened to make him nervous before he came to us as when sports would come on he would leave the room and sneak away. He also did not like the vacuum.

Anyway, we are going to miss our little buddy.

As for me tonight I need to try to do a few chores – laundry mainly. I will work more on the house tomorrow.

I am sad. Tired. But it’s George that will feel the biggest hurts. I loved him too, but he loved that dog more than just about any of us! And that’s a fact! It will be sad and lonely for a long while for both of us. We will come home and he won’t be there waiting.

Roger Dog’s Woes and Some Pictures that Make me Smile

Good morning! It’s Saturday here. Going to do a bit of shopping today and I am looking forward to it. I don’t really have a lot on my mind this morning except for shopping and Roger. I’m giving it a break. Live and let live. One can simply only do each day the best they can. But I know I’m thankful for the sleep from last night, even though it was broken with yelps and howling from Roger. And I know I’m thankful for the day before me.

Roger. He is in his last of days, I’m afraid. It’s just time. He is now in a miserable state. Being the beloved dog of George’s, he will have to make the final decision himself, and the final steps. I will not make this step for him. Both Mom and I know it’s time. It is just so hard to let go. He’s no longer enjoying life, is miserable, and now a hazard to himself. It’s no way to live.

Yesterday he shat in nearly every room and then laid in it and went to sleep. Mom was unable to deal with it, but did the best she could. He had gone under my bed, pooped, laid in it and slept. George had to move the bed, get him out, and deal with it the best he could. Somehow my phone charger got drug through all of this. I guess his legs got caught in it. The whole thing got drug through the poop. George said “uhhh just order another one”. I did and it will be here this morning before 8:00. They have 52 minutes. I was going to pay the $2.99 extra but since I ordered vitamins, it’ll get here by then for free – or we will at least see if it will. May already be on the porch but I don’t think so.

He has started howling and moaning off and on for two days, two nights. He’s not resting as much. We lose him and find him in weird places. He is wanting to hide. This morning I found him under the ironing board with the ironing board cord wrapped around his right front leg (iron was sitting on the ironing board). Had he moved, the iron would have come down on him. He seems to have a relationship with cords and bags. He gets all hung up in both. Yet he seems to seek them out.

He is having a hard time drinking his water. He can’t find it. He can find the bowl and go up to it but he can not find the water itself and drinks the air. Then he steps in it and knocks it over, or falls asleep with his ear in it. We are afraid he will drown.

So, keep us in your prayers. It’s a sad day already watching this. It’s almost agonizing to continue watching it. I’ve gently asked George if he was thinking it was time. He said “it’s crossed my mind”. I thought he might decide today, but he has not mentioned it again. So I will go on about my day then shopping. And we’ll see what the week brings. I hate that Mom has to be here all day to listen to the moaning/groaning. It has to be nerve wracking for her.

So to just lighten the load today I’m going to share some pics that I’ve taken in my room recently, just to make me smile. You have seen some of these before. I have tried to make this a good homey and relaxing space – my office and bedroom.

Upcoming Book to read!
God, Grace, Grattitude, and where I take off my jewelry every night! LOL
An “everyday mess” but a “beautiful and inviting mess”
My home office and where I love to be.
The soft and cozy bed that gives me comfort and rest each night, and the cute little friend I pretend is my “dog”. I miss having a dog sleep at my feet. This one is easy to care for. His name is “snugie” short for “snuggle with Tugie”. Tugie is my former poodle of 17 years. This is a sloth but he looks like Tugie. He makes me smile. Sometimes I’ve called him “slugie” b/c it’s a cross b/w sloth and Tugie, but I like Snugie better.
This is for the trolls. You know who you are. But I choose to love your spying ways anyway. So we’ll make the most of it. Thanks for making my daily blog visiter count go up. Now there’s looking at the bright side of things. 😉
Yesterday’s calendar. Yeah seems appropriate. Why am I still here? lol. This dream seems so far away now. I’m strapped and capped and getting old. Other than realizing that, it made me smile.
Yesterday’s salad a coworker brought back from Publix for me. It was so good. It was filling and made me smile. Made me smile someone offered to bring back lunch for me too.
Guess who is too big for his car seat?
Bean soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Made those while George was mowing. Soup already made by George was leftovers. Yes each side had butter slathered on. Just call me “Paula Deen” and move on. Yes it was good. I’l try to be better today.

I did something weird while cooking dinner. I had Alexa play frog noises. I totally listened to frogs until after we cleaned up the kitchen dishes. It was relaxing and felt like we were away from the world, in a log cabin, by a stream. It was little touch of nature. Strange and weird but it was very relaxing! I needed it. I also sipped the last of the Coppola Red we had left over from Tuesday night. Did a bottle of wine last that long? Apparently so. That is how busy we have been.

After cleaning and scrubbing carpets in my bedroom (both George and I), I finally just moved my bed back into place. And slept. Only to be woken up a few times b/w 2 and 5 as I forgot to turn on my sound machine.

The coffee pot made an entire pot this morning without going all over the counter. I sat and watched it for 5 minutes or so to make sure. So many weird things keep happening.

All Mom’s flowers had no water in them. Same morning we got up to water all over the floor. Not sure. We thought it was Roger’s water bowl, but then where did the water go in the flowers? Did someone knock it over? Did the flowers soak it all up in one day? So I put more in it.

Somedays you wake up and go “huh? what happened overnight?” It’s like having an invisible elf on the shelf!

A souvenir from Florida many years back to play Sol (Solitaire). I brought them upstairs to play – soon! I love dolphins. I should have been playing all along. Real cards are more fun than the iPhone version.

So I’m going to go start my day, shower and get on my way to shopping. I’m truly looking forward to it. We’ll see how it goes. Pray for our situation with Roger and George. George is going to need your prayers, if Roger’s behavior continues as is. George – and none of us – will want to continue watching him suffer. I’ll keep you posted.