It’s Ufi’s Last Day

The day we didn’t want to come but we know is needed is here. Today, we will be saying goodbye to Ufi.

Last night, we had a barbecue for Ufi. While he loved the food, especially the steak, it was obvious to Mom, Aunt Barb, and I that he is really slowing. Ufi spent hours in the same spot. He once was nearly perpetual motion.

Watching him feel most comfortable resting, we all knew the time to help him rest in peace had truly come.

I’m glad for the last few days. I have spent lots of time petting Ufi and telling him how much I love him. We have already started sharing our fondest memories of Ufi. While there is plenty of reason to be sad, remembering some of the times we have shared with him can always bring about a smile.

For the last couple of days, I have been trying hard to keep from getting too upset. I know Ufi reacts to my emotions. I want him comfortable. I don’t want him worrying about me.

As I write this, I’m listening to him sleep. That tells me I’m doing pretty well. Sure, I will be crushed when he’s gone, but I hope I can do everything I can to make his last hours with us as comfortable and peaceful as possible.

The plan is for Ufi to pass in the side yard. That’s where we used to put his pool. It’s where we have lately been playing ring. It’s the spot in the yard Ufi enjoyed the most.

Sometime between 4:30 and 6:30 we will have to let our beloved Ufi go. Our hearts will break. Our lives will never quite be the same. But I can truly say I will have no regrets. That’s not to say every decision has been perfect. But for the first time I’m saying goodbye with the knowledge I planned it to the best of my ability. For once, I will be saying goodbye before my loved one truly needs me to say goodbye to stop the suffering.

The weekend will be emotional and difficult. The rainy weather will make it worse. But there will be some peace of mind brought about by the knowledge that Ufi’s difficulties are behind him.

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