Parker and MeThursday Parker and I celebrated birthdays. Yes, I share my birthday with our dog. I turned 51 and he turned 12. Two years ago, the day after the heart transplant, Barbie asked what I wanted for my birthday. "I already got it," I said referring to my new heart. Last year again she asked and without skipping a beat I asked for only one thing, another birthday. I had to wait a whole year for the present. It arrived on Thursday morning at 12:00:01 A.M. (I was awake as it was my Decadron day). It may be boring, but I just can't imagine a better gift than to be present for another year. Even so, it was a bittersweet day. Barbie and I enjoyed the day together. We went to the temple in the morning, took a hike to Hidden Falls in the afternoon and had friends over for cake and ice cream that night. However, Parker could not get up all day. This was the third day that he could not walk. He would cry to go outside and we would need to carry him over the threshold. Labradors tend to have hip problems and he has be slowing down for over a year. They are stoic, but it was clear he was suffering. Barbie and I talked it over with Caitlin and we knew it was time. It is a really hard decision to say goodbye to a pet that has been with the family for 12 years. Parker's sole desire was to be near us all of the time.
Friday morning, as I left for work, Parker was on the kitchen floor. When he saw me he lifted his head and began wagging his tail. I leaned down and patted his head as I said Goodbye. It was a really hard day at work. I had eight cases and felt physically and emotionally drained. I couldn't talk about it. It just hurt too much. Barbie and Caitlin took him to the vet. He reassured them that we were doing the right thing.
Today the house just feels different. Even though you knew this day would eventually come; nothing can quite prepare you for it. He will be missed.