I became more exhausted in one day than I thought was physically possible. Within 24 hours my nephew was born and our old bulldog Toby died causing mixed emotions of incredible joy and grief and sorrow.
My new nephew was born around 10 PM and both he and his mom were fine with no medical complications. My sister and brother-in-law came to our house on Sunday to watch conference. They couldn't stream it and my sister was having minor contractions all day and thought it would be best to be at our house in case they needed to head over to the hospital 5 minutes away.
Meanwhile our old Bulldog Toby had reached the good old age of 13 and for a while I thought he was going to make it to 16 because he just kept going! In the past two weeks he started going more downhill, slowly but surely. There wasn't much anyone could do for him. We had him medicated to help the pain and inflammation and I even got out the heated sleeping pad for his arthritis. It wasn't until Sunday when he stopped eating all of his food that I was convinced that he'd reached his time. We decided to take him to the vet to ease his suffering Monday afternoon once Christian and Dad came home. He beat us too it, while we were at the hospital visiting my sister we came home expecting to next visit the vet only to find Toby had gone to the happy hunting grounds in our absence.
It's pretty easy to say that the day was an emotional rollercoaster, and the shock of losing Toby felt greater in many ways than the good news of welcoming Jack. The next day after we all got home from work we all seemed to be in a weird funk still. Dad was especially kind of down, and it took Mom to remind us we had a new baby to be very happy about. I know that Toby's death is for the best, and I know we'll adjust. Even my dog Freddie has been extra needy and I think he misses his friend.
Meanwhile, this new nephew is adorable and looks just like the Rausch side of the family. He's so little with very light blonde hair and dark eyes. You can tell his eyes don't quite have a color yet, but Lizzie is voting for brown eyes like his dad. I think he might have blue eyes still, just a different shade than his sister's. I also didn't believe Lizzie until I saw him when she said he had blonde hair! (Both his parents are very brunette.)
I'm grateful that while one poor old pup passed on to the rainbow bridge, that we have a new baby to hold and love.
My new nephew was born around 10 PM and both he and his mom were fine with no medical complications. My sister and brother-in-law came to our house on Sunday to watch conference. They couldn't stream it and my sister was having minor contractions all day and thought it would be best to be at our house in case they needed to head over to the hospital 5 minutes away.
Meanwhile our old Bulldog Toby had reached the good old age of 13 and for a while I thought he was going to make it to 16 because he just kept going! In the past two weeks he started going more downhill, slowly but surely. There wasn't much anyone could do for him. We had him medicated to help the pain and inflammation and I even got out the heated sleeping pad for his arthritis. It wasn't until Sunday when he stopped eating all of his food that I was convinced that he'd reached his time. We decided to take him to the vet to ease his suffering Monday afternoon once Christian and Dad came home. He beat us too it, while we were at the hospital visiting my sister we came home expecting to next visit the vet only to find Toby had gone to the happy hunting grounds in our absence.
It's pretty easy to say that the day was an emotional rollercoaster, and the shock of losing Toby felt greater in many ways than the good news of welcoming Jack. The next day after we all got home from work we all seemed to be in a weird funk still. Dad was especially kind of down, and it took Mom to remind us we had a new baby to be very happy about. I know that Toby's death is for the best, and I know we'll adjust. Even my dog Freddie has been extra needy and I think he misses his friend.
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| Toby 3 years prior |
I'm grateful that while one poor old pup passed on to the rainbow bridge, that we have a new baby to hold and love.
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