He was my baby, even though he was 15 y.o. He's been going downhill, with very limited vision and absolutely no hearing left. I'm pretty sure yesterday was the worst day of my life so far. You see, I backed over Ranger as I was leaving to take Bryn to soccer practice. It was horrific. He appeared fine initially but we rushed him to the vet anyway. As time progressed we realized he could hardly stand on his own. The vet thought I 'just bumped him' which triggered a neurological response that's been a long time coming. He said his condition was like a ticking time bomb and it could have been anything that triggered it. The vet was very kind in not pointing his finger at me as the cause. We decided to bring him back home for the night so we could process everything but he had a major seizure in my arms as we were leaving. We made a quick turnaround and went back to the vet. It appears our decision had been made for us.
I debated sharing this information, but in some odd way I felt I needed to so I could heal. I'm the type of person that feels better after I spew out my problems. I said earlier this was the worst day of my life so far and that's true. But, looking at that statement with my rose-colored glasses shows me how extremely blessed I am. I'm not dealing with the loss of a child, mine are all healthy. Relatively speaking, my hurts are minor. Yet, hurt is hurt and broken hearts take time to heal. We'll miss our sweet Ranger beyond belief.
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