Today was heartbreaking. Beyond heartbreaking. I am writing this through tears. My eyes are sore. Our hearts are shattered.
Today was heartbreaking. Beyond heartbreaking. I am writing this through tears. My eyes are sore. Our hearts are shattered.
Today, we had to make one of the worst decisions. To make that call. To Coco's doctor. That. It was time. He has been letting us know. In his own way. This decision did not come easy. And. It came after lots and lots of teary conversations.
Lisa's work schedule is the first shift. Tuesday through Saturday. She gets out early enough to tackle a few things when she gets home. And, because she's not working a bazillion hours a week, second shift, at a beyond-stressful job, Lisa is able to enjoy her 2 days off.
At this time last year, Lisa was working for a company she had been with for over 20 years. Manager. Second shift. I use the term "second shift" loosely because she would be gone most nights for 10-12 hours. Sometimes more.
This is love. Right here. My wife KNOWS how much I hate taking the safety seal off of peanut butter containers. She knew our peanut butter jar was running low and I needed to open another one today. I had both jars on the counter when she was getting ready for work.