Mugsy, Annie, Mickey, In Loving Memory Options

[LoveMyMickey]

Mugsy Princess (Bassett)
Aug.10,1979 - Mar.24,1990


Annie (Maltipoo)
1989 - Mar.23,2001


Mickey (Maltese/Pekingese)
Sept.20,1996 - Feb.22,2011


"IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY SWEET FURBABIES"

[Gretta's Mom]

Hello Love My Mickey

Thank you ever so much for the beautiful "I Love Gretta" heart! It's a very difficult time right now. Bobbie is, as usual, doing much better than anyone expected. After only two months of some very gentle chemo, her lung tumors have shrunk, some by a whole centimeter. The tumors in her liver have stopped growing and have even shrunk a little. The general canter marker in the blood has gone down from 160 when I first got here to 60. (The rest of us who think we don't hve cancer have values of about 1 or 2, since there are always some tiny cancers in our bodies that our immune systems successfully fight off.) She has gained 8 pounds - although I think some of that may be the change from summer to winter chlothes. And she's giving some signals that it is time for me to go and let her and Stan live their lives together as they always have.

My father is now living in a Veteran's Home in Minnesota (he's a private pay until his assets reach a certain level so he's not affected by this stupid government shut-down / dept ceiling rain dance in Washington). Our middle sister, whom someone recently described as severely psychotic, is hovering over him and has decided to move into his empty house with him paying all the bills. I'm in charge of dad's money (financial POA) so every time I have to ask her for some information all she does is curse me out at the top of her voice using words that in my church they call "everything but a child of God."

Oh, how I miss dogs. Bobbie's got two cocker spaniels who are getting to be friends with me, but I don't feel at all comfortable crying here in here house so I don't cuddle up to them and just cry into their fur like I did with my own dogs. The same friend who told me that Miss Middle was severely psychotic also reminded me that I was grieving all the changes that are going on in my family - and that everyone expected me to be their miracle worker. Geez, if I could work miracles I'd bring back all the animals here on LS and give their moms and dads eternal life - NOW! Not in the cards, though.

Thank you for being a true, true friend to us, LMM. There's a song on a cassette I'm listening to as I write (by my favorite group, the Holmes Brothers) where the lead singer decribes his feelings when he had bladder cancer a few years ago (and was treated at Johns Hopkins, same as Bobbie) called "Fairweather Friend". It is THE saddest song, but there is a line in it that says, "True friends always stil until the end" - and that I how I feel about your and our Three Musketeers."

Tonight I have asked that Gretta and Rufus lie down together while it's night here and just send me down some "we love you, Mommie" rays. I know they will. Then I will ask for a love hum for YOU this weekend.

Arf! Arf! ("Doggie" for I love you)

Gretta and Rufus's mom