In the later part of mid February my mother in-law called me a little after 9 AM. She told me that our doctor called her to get to the hospital and that she needed a blood transfusion. I had about 2 1/2 hours sleep that night because pain and hadn't gone to bed until 6 AM and didn't have nearly enough caffeine in my system. I gulped down a cup of coffee and was rushing to my room to get dressed. I hear my father in-law tell me to slow down, she'll be fine. If I could charge a spirit rent, my mortgage would be paid off. It seems like he's here all the time. I woke my kids to let them know, then I called my husband to tell him he might want to come home and why.
I get my mother in-law to the ER. The nurse calls her up and asks her why she is there, when my mother in-law said she needed a blood transfusion. The nurse was a bit snotty and said that THEY will decide that. I know that nurses have a hard job but there was no reason for her to be like that.
When they called her into the exam area they started going over what she told them in the waiting room, I told my mother in-law I was going out for a cigarette. Just as I was walking out past the nursing station I felt like I walked through something thick. As I was walking out the ER doors I mumbled to myself, "Great. I walked through a spirit I didn't see or sense because I am so tired." As I finished my cigarette I see my husband walking towards the entrance to the ER so we walk in together.
When we get to her stretcher she tells us to go home and come back later. They had her in the hospital from Thursday until Tuesday and never found a definitive answer about what was wrong with her.
In the meantime my dog D was having more trouble with his arthritis. At 13 1/2 he also had fatty tumors and one was growing under his front leg. He was pretty old for a big dog and my heart was sinking. I waited until after my youngest son's birthday to tell my husband it was D's time. He told me to give it a few days. I thought here we go again because he kept telling me to wait with Jethro. I told him by the end of the week because D could barely walk. By this time he wouldn't go out without being led out on a leash.
My son Eric is off on Mondays and Thursdays. Monday night was cold so my husband started a fire in the wood stove. Awhile after he went to bed. My son and I both jumped because the arm to the top damper went down as if someone mad had opened it. My son looks at me and I said my grandfather was mad. I said to my youngest son that Thursday we had to take D because he was barely getting up by then. My son told me he wanted to be in the room with D when it was time. I asked if he was sure and he said yes.
Thursday came around and I made an appointment. When we brought him to the vet they took him to put a catheter in his leg and they told us what room to go in. They brought him to us and he laid down, I craddled his head in my lap, the vet gave him the injection, I stroked his head and told him what a great dog he was and kissed him. After he was gone my son and I stayed with him for awhile, crying and petting him. At one point I felt warmth on my back as if someone was comforting me. I knew it was my grandfather and he had come to take him over the Rainbow Bridge.
I don't remember the event you are talking about but thank you for the apology and for saying you like to read my stories.
Regards
Red