The last two weeks have been hard. Hard is an understatement, actually. They’ve been grueling. I’ve felt beyond capacity and empty.
They have been the hardest weeks of the past few years of my life.
A few months ago, my ever-present seven year old red heeler mix companion and side-kick, Lina, started limping.
We rescued Lina from a shelter 6 years ago. I wasn’t sure that I was ready for a dog, but Stacia knew this was the one. She couldn’t have been more right.
Lina has been with us through thick and thin. She’s road tripped across most of the US multiple times, moved three times, and always helps us remember to stay in the moment, to get outside, and (of course) to play more.
The limp wouldn’t go away, so we took her to the vet. That appointment turned into a series of appointments and eventually a biopsy.