Good morning, Team Fencepost!
As of late my posting has been sparse, which is unusual for me. Circumstances out of control contribute to my absense.
Sad news, medical emergencies, not to mention the everyday activities that must take place and being on the go is a constant.
And the building of a doggie deck. Which is what I was doing when my family was trying to let me know about my cousin.
As some of you know, I have a doggie door in my laundry room that leads to a fenced in area for my canine critters. They have plenty of room to run, play, sun themself…..
But the steps leading from the doggie door were too short for my looooong weinie dog to maneuver.
This is what happens when he tries to go down the steps. He gets stuck. He can’t turn around and go back up and he refuses to go down. He just stands there and yelps. And the human people have to rescue him.
So we had to restructure, in order for him to have access to his outdoor sniffing range and bathroom. I just don’t have time to keep taking him out on the leash. I sometimes wish I lived further out in the country so I could just open the door and let them run. I have lost one dog too many to the heavily traveled two-lane highway that runs near my home.
So we had to add a ramp and longer steps.
And then had to add a step up from the ground, as the bottom step was too high for him to hop up onto.
Stretch dog, that’s what I call him, just like Hunni girl, Nanook dog and Casper dog.
(say that “Casper dog” kinda drug out, think “Wonnnderrrrr Dooooggggg”)
Anyway, Stretch dog is not as agile as the others, nor does he have the confidence the others have. He’s more timid. So the less timid, less agilility and short legs are the reason for this doggie deck revamp.
They had a smaller deck before, we just extended it and made it more accessible for the less agile dog.
Kind of a handicap accessible entrance to the laundry room/dog house.
I still have not told my brother of my cousins untimely death. He should know, yes. But he, himself, is still in the hospital. He should be moved to a rehabilitation facility within the next few days. I’ll tell him then.
The last time I had to deliver sad news, such as this, is when my Father died. I, along with my husband and brother had to deliver the news to my Mother who was in a rehabilitation hospital due to a broken leg.
You know, I’m just not good at these things.
I’m one of those people who don’t like to beat around the bush. I get straight to the point, most of the time. And things like this are not a straight to the point conversation. So I must to have time to think of the best way to break it to them.
My cousin and I were not close. Not that I didn’t love him just as much. I love all my family and wish I could see them more.
We were far apart in age and miles. I’ve only seen him a handfull of times. He was closer in age to my brother. And, well…… they just knew eachother. They had lost contact over the years, but had recently spoken to eachother, I’m not sure who called who, but it doesn’t really matter.
It will be the last time my brother ever speaks to him.
How do you tell someone that the long lost cousin, they had just recently reunited with (if only by phone), is gone?
It’s just not gonna be easy.