Fred has stopped eating, except for a treat now and then. I think he knows that was the sign I needed to let go. He has no control of eliminations but it is mostly liquid now. Thank goodness for pee pads.
As I contemplated what to do, a friend suggested I talk with Fred about it. It is so simple. Talk to Fred. So, we talked. Ethel and I talked, too. After all, we’re in this together. That’s when Fred stopped eating. He still sleeps peacefully most of the time but he is wasting away, so skinny.
I called Doctor Jason from Lap of Love. He is amazingly understanding and compassionate as I deliberate over when to help Fred pass. What else would one expect from hospice, a hospice for pets. How cool is that?
Music has kept me company the past couple weeks. As we move into this coming week, I want to share words from a song by Sara Bareilles that will be comforting me and giving me the courage to let go:
So, here we go, Bluebird. Gather your strength and rise up. Oh, let him go, Bluebird. Ready to fly, you and I. Here we go…
Yes, stop eating … it is a sign of letting go.
Shaun Phoenix, one of our drumming leaders wrote this “song of travail” as her mantra when her mother was dying … I share with you
This is my letting go
This is my surrender
This is my letting go
This is my surrender
I am only spirit
I am only light
All else is illusion
I return, I return, I return
My heart breaks with you and shares the joy Fred has brought to you.
Mama
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Oh Mama, you have a gift for sharing the right words and feeling as deeply as I do. I love you.
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