There is no one else I can vent to about this except all of you wonderful girls.
Yesterday my precious girl, my shepherd, lost her battle with cancer. She was 14 1/2 years old and she's been with us since she was 8 weeks old. Actually I held her the day she was born and brought her to my home when she was weaned. To say I am devastated doesn't even come close. I always called her my "soul dog". In fact, when my first ivf failed and I got the dreaded call, she was up in my lap licking my face before one tear even fell. She just knew the call was bad news. That's how close we were.
Today we brought her body to the cemetery where she'll be laid to rest. We then went to the in-laws to share our bad news with them. Then out of the blue, my MIL prefaces what she's about to say with, " I don't want to upset you, but...." She wanted to know if we still wanted the used cradle and stroller she's been stashing for the last few years. Geez, of all days she asks me this now? I was just sobbing in front of them because I lost "my baby" and she wants to know if I want baby items fully aware of our struggles with that dept.
So I told her to ask her son, I couldn't think about that right now. He thinks I threw him under the bus. Too bad buddy. Deal with it. I had to.