Binks

Tonight, Binks started having the same breathing trouble that Mr. Bond had the day he died.  Ann and I wrapped him in a towel and drove to the emergency vet with him.  Binks survived the trip, thankfully, unlike Mr. Bond.  The vet took chest X-rays and diagnosed congestive heart failure.  Considering his age (12 years) and the fact that his brother died of the same symptoms, I decided to put him to rest rather than attempt to maintain him. There just wasn't enough of a chance that he would be able to have a good life, even if he made it through the next 24 hours.

So, he is now laid to rest almost head to head with Mr. Bond, out in the woods beyond the barn.  I've still never painted Mr. Bond's head stone, so now I guess I'll paint both sides of it - one for each brother.

I am thankful that this time, at least, I was able to be there with my baby when he went to the other side of the veil.  I was able to hold him and pet him while he went to sleep, and gave him a kiss good night.

I would like very much if now things can stop being taken away from me.  Whatever I am being prepared for, enough is enough already.  Let me breathe, please!