Update on Gussy, who I posted about below:
11/27/2017
Gus’s family said goodbye to him last night.
The family had asked me at the last minute to care for him over Thanksgiving but I couldn’t because not only was I booked up but Gus had diabetes and sometimes wouldn’t eat which meant our visits required double—and sometimes even triple— the amount of time I had to give. Naturally, I never told his human how difficult it was to sit for him and always found a way to make it happen regardless; but not this time. I just didn’t have the wiggle room. There’s part of me that wishes I could have said yes just because I would have wanted him to see his end with the same sitter who--unfortunate timing as it was--dragged him around to vets during Christmas holiday 2015 to get him diagnosed with his diabetes in the first place but when she sent me this text last night when I was buying Christmas items at Target at 9 PM, I thought: you’ve already made a difference; you’ve done what you needed to do, and now you even have this text to prove it.
Love you, Gus. (AKA: Gussy, GussyGoo, Gustard, and Chitosan Man, since he always had to have a chitosan pill before eating and getting his shot). Run and be happy, Gus, and thank you for making us better people for having known you.
11/27/2017
Gus’s family said goodbye to him last night.
The family had asked me at the last minute to care for him over Thanksgiving but I couldn’t because not only was I booked up but Gus had diabetes and sometimes wouldn’t eat which meant our visits required double—and sometimes even triple— the amount of time I had to give. Naturally, I never told his human how difficult it was to sit for him and always found a way to make it happen regardless; but not this time. I just didn’t have the wiggle room. There’s part of me that wishes I could have said yes just because I would have wanted him to see his end with the same sitter who--unfortunate timing as it was--dragged him around to vets during Christmas holiday 2015 to get him diagnosed with his diabetes in the first place but when she sent me this text last night when I was buying Christmas items at Target at 9 PM, I thought: you’ve already made a difference; you’ve done what you needed to do, and now you even have this text to prove it.
Love you, Gus. (AKA: Gussy, GussyGoo, Gustard, and Chitosan Man, since he always had to have a chitosan pill before eating and getting his shot). Run and be happy, Gus, and thank you for making us better people for having known you.