Well, we got home rather late last night (after 10:30, I think). Amanda, bless her heart, was still here waiting for us. She’d gone to Cottonwood to bring Chewy home before we got here, which was wonderful. Of course, we were exhausted, but it was great — GREAT! — to see all the kids (and, of course, Amanda ).
Chewy is so old in appearance now. He’s lost a ton of weight and his ribs are so prominent, his hair is so straggly and thin, and he has difficulty standing (even sitting) for more than a few seconds. But he was soooooooo happy to see us. He really perked up. He’s been lying here in the office by my desk just about all day as I’ve been on teleconferences and working on a large backlog of day-job stuff.
Barbara and I haven’t talked much about it since we got home, so maybe I’m completely off base here, but my gut impression is that Chewy doesn’t have much time left at all. He really isn’t eating much (as you know from the last three weeks of information from Amanda) and we know that he has many medical issues going on now. I leave on Thursday, 11 June, for two weeks in Korea at a business meeting, and I don’t want Chewy to die while I’m gone — I want to be with him, and I don’t want Barbara to have to handle it by herself. So I’m torn: Should we let him go before I leave even if he might have a few days left in him? Or has his quality of life already deteriorated enough that it’s the Right Thing To Do anyway?
All the other kids were doing great, too, and were very happy to see us, as we were to see them. Star and Abby acted like they were going to turn inside out from joy, which was really nice (especially since they’re our own adopted kids).
Unfortunately, my day job is so far behind that I’m still sitting here working at 8:30 PM after starting at about 8:30 this morning. Tomorrow won’t be any better, except that Abby and I get to go to Agility class in the late afternoon! Hooray!