For the last couple of months I have been back to work part-time.

Here is the reason I am part-time.

I found one of the schools whose hours allows us for continual, with maybe a 10 minute tops absence, from Zush. I get to go in the morning until 1:45PM, which is the end of the school day, and then Jim’s hours leave me watching my Zusher, with help from Kasia, until he gets home.

There are three other schools that send me requests if I’d be available for work. They just don’t coincide with Zush care. There you have it.They say God works in mysterious ways and if this is how I get to make sure my girl is ok, then so be it.

I am blessed that I am in a position to be able to do this, because the Zusher deserves no less. Dementia, be it human or canine, is a mean disease. Taking care of my girl, as I did my Mom, is the right thing to do.


Wrapping my Head Around Hospice

Zosia and I are a lot alike. 

As we get older, we get good days and bad.  I talk with Jim about our girl being in hospice, and we both know and acknowledge what is coming. We both know our hearts are very heavy at the thought.

We have been down to the bay, albeit slowly, and with the exception of yesterday, I have had them out walking daily,  regardless of the weather. My friend Ginny posted on my Facebook page about the intelligence in talking to our pets. I would talk to them regardless, as kids will be kids, be they two or four legged.

Kasia knows what’s coming down the pike, but I am still thankful daily when I hear all eight paws of my girls hit the hardwood floor. I know I have another day to talk to them, and for them to look at me.  Zush, with her canine dementia, does actually talk back to me. It brings me back to my Mom and her sundowning: you relish what they say, even what sounds they make. You know one day you’ll long to hear them again.

I savor every moment!