Hey~
So, it's been a LOOOOONG time. I just haven't felt much like posting anything for a while. Roman's death hurt us all a bit more than we thought it would. I still have days where I miss him so much it hurts. Maggie is getting better. She wouldn't come out of Lizz's bedroom for almost 2 weeks. We had to bribe her to get her to eat. She actually moped around crying. Made it very hard for us, too, to see her like that. I see now how an animal (or human, for that matter) could die of a broken heart. We really loaded her up with love and atention, hoping to bring her out of it. She's actually wanting to play now, something she didn't do for weeks.
The day of his appointment, my dad came over early and helped Todd dig a hole in the yard. They figured it would be easier to do it before than after when they were upset. Our neighbor Ray came over to help . . . I think he just wanted to be there to say good bye. Ray and Marty were so great during that week. We are so blessed to have them as neighbors. The hardest part was when we went to leave. I asked Roman if he wanted to go for a ride and he got all excited. The 7 minute ride to the vet took forever, but it went by way too fast. Roman loved the ride - he hadn't been on one in a long time. He was happy and looking everywhere, tail going a mile a minute. At that time, I was hit with a sudden feeling of regret - and changing my mind. I knew, though, that it was time. When we got there, there was an older couple coming in at the same time. I felt bad, we made the lady cry. Taking him in the office was the hardest thing I've ever done, because I knew it was almost over. We were lucky enough to have Nick there to make the time easier for Roman, and us. Nick is a very special vet tech. He and Roman had a good relationship, and Nick was awesome with him. He cried, too.
I got to hold Roman's head while Dr. Reynolds gave him the shot. He was on the table, and I knelt in front of him with my arms around his neck while he left. He licked my face and stuck his nose right in my neck. Right before he was gone, he started to cry - almost like he realized he didn't want to go. That sucked. It just made everyone worse. But I got to tell him how much we loved him and what a great dog he was while he died. I lost a piece of my heart when Dr. Reynolds said *He's gone*. He cried, too. Roman was a special dog, that's for sure. He was so gentle, loving, smart, funny . . .
It's been 7 weeks and I still can't get through this without crying. Thank you for all your support, prayers, food, and cards. You'll never know just how much those little things meant to us. We lost a member of our family, and we're so grateful for the people who showed us they felt the same.
We buried Roman in the backyard, were we can see him all the time. We realized how appropriate the spot is last weekend while we were buring leaves. Roman would always follow us around and lay in the yard while we were raking and burning. One of the spots where we burn is right by Roman's grave - it was just right to have him *there* with us. But sad . . . I miss him so much . . .