posted on Jun, 1 2011 @ 07:52 PM
I like to think we are all connected in one way or another.
A way in which I can visualise it in my head to give it some merit is to imagine a bowl of bean soup.
In this bowl there are beans, these beans represent you, me, all living life. Then there is the liquid, this represent the air that we breath, the
ground that we feel, pretty much everything that is between and around us.
Now if you heat just one bean in this soup that warmth (energy) will radiate out into the liquid, where just enough of this warmth might just make it
to another bean and warm it up a little too.
I could do with some positive thoughts, prayers aimed in my direction and that of my four legged family member Mulder (no joke).
Six days ago he fell ill, I nursed him at home for the first few days untill he got to the stage of vomiting, not eating and not being able to get
himself up and messing himself. I took him to the weekend emergency vet who wanted to put him to sleep even before placing a hand on him just because
his an old guy (14 years old). I convince the vet to give him fighting chance so he drugged him up and told me to bring him back in a few days. He
showed no signs of improvement during this time, if anything his condition worsened. His body was weak and limp and his eyes told me he had given up.
It came time to bring him back in and I had the children and wife say their tearful goodbyes as I was sure he would be put to sleep on arrival. I
don't really remember the conversation with the vet but he ended up taking him in so he could get some fluids into him and do some blood
tests.Through out that night I prayed for a little miracle or if not, mercy and that he go peacefully in his sleep and that I don't have to witness
his death. The phone rang and the vet asks me to come in as she (different vet) thought it was now time to send him on his way.
My teen aged children and wife again came with me to say good bye. Walking down the hill from the car park towards the vet in silence my chest felt
like it was being crushed, my throat knotted with smothered grief at the thought of the next half hours task. In my mind I didn't want to be there or
witness his sorry state and his end but I owed it to him, his as old as my children, he is one of my children.
We waited and our name was finally called, bracing myself as my children and wife started to cry I follow them into the room. There was Mulder, in his
little pound head up staring at us, a where the hell have you lot been look on his face!. He looked weak but his face full of life, alert to everyone
around him. He was happy to see the kids, licking their faces, this was the best I had seen him in days.
The vet said she would give us a few minutes alone with him to which my children pleaded with me not to do it as he looked a lot better. The vet
explained he was suffering from renal failure (treatable if he was to eat and get back on his legs) and said that he had had a good innings and the
kindest thing to do would be to put him to sleep. We didn't.
I asked for another day to see if they (vet) could get him to eat which she has agreed too much to her annoyance.
So here I am eight hours away from now asking for another little miracle, your thoughts, your energy, your prays anything to give Mulder the strength
to carry on or me the strength to make the decision.
Purpleman, I thank you for posting this thread. Not just because of your kind offer of help, but because you have given people a place to share the
fears and thoughts that are playing on their minds. At the end of the day even though we are all adults (sorry if we have a younger audience) we would
all love someone to put an arm round our shoulder and tell us that everything will be okay and mean it.