Saturday morning was the appointment that came after the awful decision I had to make last week. I spent as much time as possible with The Weasely One who was clearly dying. Hubby was out of town working so luckily a girlfriend came with me. I suppose I don’t need to go into how painful it was. The vet staff was awesome though. They were very compassionate and I noticed during the final moments that both the vet and his assistant were in tears too. What gives me some peace is knowing that she lived a long life, longer than most ferrets I have known, and also that when things were going awry health-wise that I always seem to come up with the means to provide her with the medical care she needed. She was a blessing in my life and when the rawness of her loss wears off, I’m sure to be left with wonderful memories. And not to mention pictures. She was probably the most photographed pet I’ve ever had. When I’m ready I will post a slide show of her throughout her life.
So Saturday afternoon I headed down to Southern AZ with the same friend that had accompanied me to the vets. I wasn’t sure if I’d still go or participate in the race but she convinced me to go anyway, otherwise I’d be sitting in the house alone all weekend. The race was held in this beautiful area of Tucson. It was a 7.4 mile loop altogether with a gradual incline leading to the top where once reached you traveled back down. It was a sunset run and the area was peaceful and gorgeous. No cars are allowed on the paved road and there is nothing but miles of mountains and desert scenery. I ran for only 2 miles of it and walked the rest. After the 2 mile run, it felt like my hips and thighs had been struck by lightning. I’ve never experienced so much pain while running. I came close to falling down. It was frustrating and I actually broke down and cried. Not a lot because I felt ridiculous being the only runner in tears. I think a week of not eating, drinking or sleeping was taking its toll. I surprised myself that I was even able to run that far.
Towards the end, after the sun had set, I happen to look up and see a spectacular almost full moon rising above the saguaro lined mountains. It was beautiful but seem cruel at the same time considering what I had to do that morning.
Sunday my friend treated me to a pedicure for my birthday this week. It is amazing what just a simple pedicure can do for one’s spirits. We headed back to Phoenix later on in the afternoon. Hubby got called out to yet another job site so it was a bit difficult arriving home by myself. Truth be told, I was dreading it. It’s like pulling a band-aid off your heart. You just have to deal with it. I’ve had a ferret in my life every day for the past 15 years. Yesterday was the first day. I suppose each day will get better.