Now and then, Piglet can feel quite anx­ious. It’s hard to be brave when you’re a very small ani­mal but some­times being small makes him very use­ful – and when one’s use­ful, one for­gets to be frightened.

I had a won­der­ful Thanks­giv­ing week­end. Hubby & I spent it with both sides of our fam­ily in Detroit; lunch with my side and din­ner with his side.

We played a lit­tle Wii Rock Band with Hubby’s cousin on Thanks­giv­ing. We went to see HP7 (for the sec­ond time) with my cousins on Fri­day. And Sat­ur­day started off with a much-​​needed, looong–over­due couple’s mas­sage fol­lowed by Christ­mas shop­ping and another trip to the movie the­ater in the evening for a movie date.

But then we came back to Chicago on Sun­day. And as we opened our side door, we noticed our poor Rain sleep­ing with her head next to her water bowl. That was the first bad sign. The sec­ond one was that she wasn’t able to stand for more than a few sec­onds with­out wob­bling and even­tu­ally tum­bling onto her side.

So as soon as we could, we took her to the local Pet ER which con­firmed what we already knew. And that was that our 20 year-​​old cat was actively dying. And hence, the rea­son for my pre­vi­ous post.

Then came Mon­day morn­ing. I was already set­tling into griev­ing for the loss of our beloved furbaby and was find­ing it dif­fi­cult to get up out of bed. I had planned for a day of read­ing up and “study­ing” for my next pre­sen­ta­tion for work.

Even­tu­ally I man­aged to drag myself into the shower when I heard our phone ring. In the midst of sham­poo­ing my hair, Hubby told me that my Mom had tried call­ing my cell phone. And later, when I called her back, she had told me that my Dad had fallen some­time in the mid­dle of the night.

After much coer­cion from all ends of the spec­trum, we had finally con­vinced my Dad to go to the ER to get checked out. After all, he’s been on blood-​​thinners since his heart surgery close to three years ago.

Amongst other things that hap­pened since yes­ter­day morn­ing, I now find myself back in Detroit (as of yes­ter­day evening), spend­ing my time in the ICU keep­ing my Dad company.

I’ll be hon­est and say that I’m quite pet­ri­fied; espe­cially since my Dad hasn’t “woken” up since being brought to the ER. The prog­no­sis is not good and I’m try­ing to brace myself for what might be the worse sce­nario. And on top of that, I’m try­ing des­per­ately to be both real­is­tic and brave … things that peo­ple have told me I am when it comes down to the wire.

Except I may look and act that way on the out­side; but inter­nally … I’m more emo­tional than real­is­tic. And I’m def­i­nitely more scared than I am brave.

Please … please keep my Dad in your thoughts and prayers today. And please … please help me find the strength to get me through these days.

After all, I’ve already gone through one loss this week … I don’t know how I would sur­vive another.

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