A little over a year ago, we lost my grandpa to colon cancer. My grandma, who we call Mema, isn't really done dealing with that. Plus, her friend from work, Becky, was just diagnosed with colon cancer. So now she's really stressed out and worried about losing her friend the same way she lost her husband.
Then yesterday, she had to put her 2 year old puppy down. The dog, Tiny, had congestive heart failure, pneumonia, AND heart worms. It all sprung up out of nowhere and by the time she got to the vet, it was too late. Mema has one other dog, but he's not a big dog like Tiny was. She felt safer with Tiny around because she lives alone and Tiny was like her guard dog. We're thinking about giving her our dog, who she adores, but we're not sure yet. When she took care of him while we went on vacation, he looked for us the whole time we were gone. So I guess if we can't give him to her, then we'll find her another big dog.
It's so frustrating to know that she's going through all these crazy things, and feel like I can't help her.