Early evening at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.
Riley isn’t doing well at all. I thought we might lose him today. He’s hanging in there, however. He’s such a sweet, gentle boy. I hope he lives for years, but I find that I am preparing myself. I cried on the phone with my sister, cried while talking to the Vet Tech on the phone and then cried in front of the Vet. He’s home with us now and I’m praying he turns a corner.
Mom has been moved to a rehabilitation center. She’s been there before. And she’s not happy. More and more often lately, she says she wants to die.
Dad has become increasingly hard to handle. Without going into details, I will just say that he’s exhibiting some of the same behavior that made growing up very difficult for all of us.
My parents have become the children. I know so many of you have dealt with this and understand it completely.
Patience. Compassion. Understanding. Tolerance. Each of them needed every day. Some days they are readily available and easily embraced. Others? Not so easy.
How about some photos to make you (and me) smile? Miss Scout, at the end of the day, waiting for me by the side door, exasperated because I’m taking pictures.