Friday after school, I had an important date. Rose was scheduled to get her first Covid Vaccine, after officially turning five earlier in the week. And after a few teary moments in Walgreens, Rose and I were waiting in line to buy a small toy, a reward for her bravery. I had been texting Arnauld, to keep him updated on our status, so he could get dinner ready for when we got home.
As Rose and I waited in line, Arnauld texted again. He was sorry to tell me that Moose, one of our 12.5 year old dogs wasn’t doing well. Over a year ago now, Moose had a seizure, and at that point, we thought it was the end of his road. You can read more about that here. But somehow, he rallied. Was this going to be it for real? The rest of Walgreens and the ride home was a blur. I was anxious to get home and see Moose for myself.
Needless to say, the mood of the weekend took a dramatic turn as Arnauld and I whispered about what we should do about our poor pup. These conversations are never easy. As Moose lay resting pretty peacefully, we took the girls for a walk in the neighborhood.
As we neared the end of our road, we saw a neighbor and her son, out delivering invitations to our upcoming neighborhood block party. We took a stack and went to work stuffing mailboxes. The girls had so much fun and when the stack ran out, they wished we had more.
When we returned home, spirits were high again. I sent the girls upstairs to clean up and get their pajamas on. Adi returned a few minutes later, complaining that her throat felt itchy. I coaxed her into taking some allergy medicine and didn’t think much more about it…until the girls were getting ready for bed. Adi appeared with a handful of tissues, all of a sudden really stuffy. I went to the hallway closet and pulled a box of Covid tests from our stash.
Adi had Covid.
Two years living in a pandemic and Covid got us, despite all of our best efforts. I had a few of my own teary moments, feeling like I had failed.
I’m not usually superstitious, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that the date was the 13th and it was Friday…
A small update. By the end of the weekend 3/5 of our family has tested positive for Covid. Just today, my husband tested positive. That leaves Wren still standing. After a really rough Saturday of not eating and not even getting up, Moose perked up for pancakes on Sunday and once again appears to be rallying. He’s not ready to leave us just yet! Thanks to Covid, we have lots of extra time to spend with him right now.