It has been ten days since I said goodbye to my furry companion, Tiger. I am still reeling from the swiftness that he declined and the finality of farewell. I am comforted by the knowledge that he was not fully here and was likely in pain and so I know it was the right thing to do. But the emptiness I feel and the loss of routine has been crippling. I can’t seem to get out of bed or stay focused on anything. I don’t feel like eating or doing much of anything. My friends and family have been great keeping me busy and filling my time but when I come home; and I eventually must come home, the apartment seems lifeless and stale. I have removed many of his things like the crate and beds and toys but the hole in my heart is so real.
I get overwhelmed by loss; coping with the loss of my program at work, loss of my son; an unending lament, the loss of friends, the loss of ritual and routine. Summer is sometimes the cruelest time for me. I work all year with the thought that all will be wonderful when summer arrives-if I can just make it until summer. But this summer reminds me that loss is year round and the days are long but the years go by so quickly.
It is with great sadness and a heart full of gratitude that I share the passing of Tiger Henderson.
Tiger Henderson (Age 15) May 1, 2001-July 15, 2016
Tiger left this planet via the Rainbow Bridge quietly and comfortably after a short illness. Tiger was a Cairn Terrier and demonstrated all the characteristics of a terrier; fierce yet docile, protective yet friendly, small yet mighty. He had a bark that was bigger than him and enjoyed belly rubs and treats.
His favorite toy as a puppy was a red Elmo but recently he favored a chewy bone stuffed with biscuits. Although Tiger was very friendly to humans and particularly young ones that wanted to pet him; he was a bit hesitant to make friends with his own kind. Having survived two serious incidents of dog on dog violence perhaps he was merely cautious. When he was younger Tiger would spar with suitcases, balloons, brooms, and of course his nemesis-squirrels!
In his later years Tiger enjoyed sleeping by the fire, walks in the early morning coolness and late night moonlit walkies. A wonderful companion; Tiger listened without judgment and his advice to go outside, enjoy nature and get some exercise was often the perfect solution for his human’s woes.
Tiger is survived by Cooper and Bella, his beloved human, Patti, Katy, Gregory and Eddy. He will be missed by many other friends including Spartacus, Winston, Henry, Eric, Marjie and Karen and Eric. Just last month Tiger enjoyed a day poolside at Camp Cohen and acted like he was lord of the manor. He will be forever in our hearts.
The family wishes to thank Dr. Croen and Courtney and all of the doctors and staff at The Veterinary Clinic for their kind and compassionate care during this very difficult time.
This summer started out inauspiciously with a cracked crown and mushy brakes. Within hours of clearing my school I had an emergency dental appointment; diagnosis broken crown and later that evening dropped my car off for much needed new brakes and oil change. Can you say Bam! a thousand dollars gone! And much to many folks surprise; no, teachers do not get paid in the summer. Most of us squirrel away money for the pleasure of a summer filled with classes, repairing burned-out brains and much neglected family time. BUT no paychecks!
Then to add to the fun my wonderful boyfriend’s parents begin a hare-brained attempt to drive 1400 miles north, three days after his mom was discharged from a nursing home/rehab. To say it did not go well is a huge understatement. Cue the ambulance call from a no-tell cheap motel (more about his father’s legendary cheapness later) and the rush to a nearby hospital in Georgia. Which hospital? Funny you ask because his father had turned off his phone so the only contact was with a brother 1400 miles away. Who called my boyfriend on Saturday-two days later!!!! Yes, that was me googling hospitals and plotting how far they may have gotten to locate them. His mom was in isolation with an infection and there was no way this sweet lady was going to make it in a car to northern Vermont. Hell, no!
Next comes flights, rental cars, arguing with his father, picking up yet another brother at the airport, tag teaming their father until he finally realized that perhaps flying was a better idea. Of course this was contingent on getting her out of the hospital. So a great plan is hatched to return to the winter home (4 hours away) and wait for a flight on Saturday. Then the boys drive the rental car and the parents car back to airport (4 hours away) and drive north, dropping off the brother at his place in Delaware. Exhausted boyfriend continues to drive to my mother’s house in New York where I am awaiting orders. He sleeps and the next morning we head in separate cars to far northern Vermont (how far north you ask-the signs are bilingual English/French!).
So we arrive. His mom is mobility impaired and incontinent and his father is just plain bull-headed! What level of relationship includes seeing you boyfriend’s mother’s fanny? ’cause I’m there! This is my vacation? Luckily his mom is adorable and sweet and given the circumstances we had a good time. With five of us in the house we could take turns helping his mom, his brother turns out to be a good cook and more plans for home health care support are made.
We snuck away for a quick visit to Ben and Jerry’s for the factory tour, a winery/cidery and on the day before we left we went to Montreal. Mostly to get my pristine passport stamped and to step out of the country. We ate in a little cafe, I had a Croque Monsieur and he had the veggie bagette. I was just happy to be surrounded by people speaking French and feeling like I had gotten away.
And I am happy to report after a 12 hour ride home in pouring rain, sleeping in an upstairs, non air conditioned bedroom and seeing him with his trousers around his ankles demonstrating how to put on a Depends adult diaper without removing shoes and pants; that we are totally and completely crazy in love. Stronger than ever. Wow!
I just got off the phone with a long time friend-long time as in from about fourth grade on. His mother died this evening down in Florida of dementia and old age except she was early 80’s. Hardly old. She had been slipping away for many years but the end is still a shock. He is an orphan now, newly retired, separated from his wife and I am worried for his mental health. Too many shocks, too many big life changing events in a short period of time. He sounds adrift and doesn’t even know where to begin to get his footing back. I want to help but am too far away and too far removed from the drama that has been encircling him for years.
So all I could do was cry with him and miss my father and cry for my father and and his mother and our memories and try to pull him closer to me. I want to make a blanket fort and hide in it. I am so tired of adulting this week.
Yesterday was my sweetheart HAS’ birthday. He had spent the early part of the day driving home from North Carolina where he had spent the night at his brother’s on the way north from Florida. My darling had had a long week being with his parents and working to find out what exactly had landed his mother in rehab after a fall. The harsh reality that his parents were aging and needed more help than he or his brothers had imagined was putting him in a rough place. I had done all I could over the phone but we needed some time together to process and deal with the new reality.
My many years of working in an allied health field plus my knowledge of nursing homes, care plans, care giving and general compassion for aging parents helped him immensely. Plus, my mother has over three decades of working in a nursing home and was a great resource for both of us. We did what we could.
My love for him grows daily, the being apart only strengthened my devotion and his willingness to share and open his heart about his fears broke the tiny walls inside my heart. With love all things can be borne. His burdens shall be mine.
There is no escaping Mother’s Day. The flowers the cards, the commercials, the push from every retailer imaginable to buy something for mom. And each year it is harder and harder for me to cope with the emptiness I feel in the weeks leading up to Mother’s Day and the actual weekend of it.
My daughter and I are not communicating well and had a series of missteps that left her annoyed with me and me frustrated with her. She has been unable to meet my boyfriend of a year and reacts negatively each time she thinks I going to mention him or something we did. I have to keep this huge happy part of life from her because she can’t stand the thought of me dating. Or something like that. She and her husband went away this weekend making plans to see Dave Matthews in concert apparently without realizing it was Mother’s Day weekend. I was fine and told her we would make other plans. Then she called and said ‘oh we will come back early on Sunday and can stop by your place…….”on the way to her mother-in-law’s.” (that last part was unspoken but I am pretty sure plus her MIL posts everything on Facebook.) I smelled BBQ and their house and balked. I want a full day with her not a fly by…….
And my son remains estranged from me at his choice. I last saw him in November after I blackmailed him into dinner to continue paying for his health care. And that is all I got. One sullen dinner with him. He will be 25 next month and is trapped in his father’s madness and is doing nothing. Not working, not in school, not planning a future just sitting in a darkened room playing video games and keeping an eye on his unstable father.
To the emotional rescue came my boyfriend. He and I spent the weekend at his place and and he kept me entertained and happy. Sunday morning he surprised me with a lovely breakfast and a card and a balloon and I was overcome by his thoughtfulness. He hit every note perfectly. I am so blessed to have him in my life. God is so good to me.