Just one more thing to the pile

So, we're leaving on Wednesday--and as everyone knows I'm freaking out. Why?? Who knows??? Sometimes my thoughts just aren't logical. Anyyways, I'm with a patient and all of the sudden a nurse collegue pops her head in the door and says I'm needed on the phone, it's an emergency. Ted is there and all I can hear is kids screaming and crying in the background. Our dog died. When Ted and I got married, we decided we wanted a dog--since we are definitely animal people. Before the wedding we picked out this cute little Norwegian Elkhound pup. At the time we didn't know it, but she had something called renal glucosuria--basically sugar leaked in her urine--a breeding ground for infection. So, we've dealt with chonic bladder infection after bladder infection. But she was still our baby. With the last infection, we were told we probably wouldn't be able to treat her any further--the bacteria was becoming super bacteria. Today, Ted went outside to get her--she loved to be outside in the cold--after all she was an elkhound--and found her dead, with her tongue hanging out and it was black. I think she fell asleep and her electrolytes were wacked and she had a seizure or heart attack. Just one thing after another. So now I have to deal with the idea of leaving my children for so long and now I'm leaving them right after our dog dies. Why???? Well, 2007 was a sucky year--might as well finish this way. Of course, there are no vets open on New Years' Eve or New Years Day, so Callie is wrapped in a sheet in the garage right now. Lovely. I honestly am starting to wonder if travelling now is such a good idea.