Friday the thirteenth

Exactly five years ago on 13 March 2015 at three thirty in the morning I gave my wife her last dose of morphine administered every three hours over the past day.  It was the last time I saw her alive.  Exhausted, I fell asleep right beside her just as I had done for the previous 58 years 8 months and 6 days.  After a long and brave fight with Alzheimer's she was finally free of that terrible disease.

You would have had to know Audrey to understand the loss that this family experienced.  She loved her family, loved to laugh, loved her friends.  She could melt you with a smile or bring you down with a stare.  She was never profane, didn't have to be, she had a vocabulary and used it.  She left the most valuable thing ever, good memories.  We miss her.

Yesterday, I had to put Spike down.  My best bud for the last fourteen years.  Mark and Terri took him to the Vet.  I couldn't do it.  It's the wimp in me.  

Value your significant others and your pets while you have them.