Fraggle Friday: Hearing the Words

About two weeks ago my family came to visit me from New York. I love when they come to visit. Being thousands of miles away from each other, the time we do get to spend together is really special.

Plus, my Dad is an animal lover like me. He taught me about horses and horse care, and in return I have taught him about the love of a bearded dog. He now has three of them. All rescues I “procured” for him, lol.

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Sassy- the first of his bearded dogs

My Dad and I have always been on the same page about our pets. They’re family and we love them even if they aren’t perfect. So, when Stella herniated a disc in her back, he was who I called. I remember sitting in the emergency vet’s office, crying, and talking to him on the phone. Explaining how scared I was for her to have surgery. How expensive it would be, and what if it was all for nothing? What if she couldn’t walk again?
And, instead of supporting me, and telling me it would be ok, my Dad asked “Do you think it’s time to let her go?”

And I think I stopped breathing for a moment. There were people who didn’t agree with having Stella go through surgery. But I never expected one of them to be my Dad. He went on the tell me that, essentially, he thought I was not thinking clearly, and that I should not do surgery. He wasn’t mean or cruel about it, he just felt 14 years was a good long life. And now it was time to say goodbye.

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I’ll never be ready to say goodbye to this face, but really wasn’t ready to last April

I obviously disagreed. And went forward with surgery. But, a little part of me worried he was right. That if Stella couldn’t walk again, I had made a horrible mistake and should have listened to my Dad. I’m a Daddy’s girl, and it felt like this was the first time I was defying him. It was an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling.

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I still get slightly nauseous thinking about the days post surgery where she couldn’t walk yet and the future was so uncertain

As Stella recovered I would send updates, but we didn’t speak about her much. When I cancelled a trip home so I could be with her, he was completely understanding. But I couldn’t help think he was rolling his eyes when he sent an email saying “Of course- I understand.”

So, when my family arrived at the local airport earlier this month, Stella and I walked into Arrivals to greet them. She was a hit as people waited for their bags. Many asking how old she was, but most just commenting on how cute she looked in her coat. We walked out and to my car, Stella hung out in the backseat while we had lunch, and then we all went for a short walk before I headed back to work and they went to the hotel.

The next day, we went to the barn and Stella bombed around so excited to show us the way to June’s pen. She sniffed around while we put June’s blanket on and then we all headed back to the car. As we were walking together, Stella in front of us, my Dad said, “I was wrong. You made the right decision. She definitely wasn’t ready to go.”

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Not ready. Much trot hopping yet to do

For maybe the second time in my life, I was speechless. Hearing those words meant more to me than I could have imagined. Hearing him say them, not because I asked, or because I was talking about how well Stella was doing, but because he honestly believed them, meant so much to me.

And so, my family got to see Stella for perhaps the last time. But the fact that they did, and that they saw how happy she is, is something I will never forget and am so incredibly thankful for.

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15 thoughts on “Fraggle Friday: Hearing the Words

  1. KateRose says:

    That made me tear up! You definitely made the right decision.

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  2. Crying at work…

    I, too, rely on my Dad’s advice for a lot of things. As I’ve grown up, and especially during those “is it time?” phone calls about my elderly Shepherd, my Dad never once insinuated “Yes, I agree it’s time”. He simply offered his support and told me that I have known this dog for 13 years, and I will know exactly when it’s time.

    A week later, I called him and told him Ty was ready. My Dad flew up to be with him one last time.

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  3. Oh, so sweet. It’s a gift to have a great Dad. 😍

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  4. Emma says:

    aw ❤ ❤ ❤ i'm so happy this is the outcome you got!!

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  5. martidoll123 says:

    hey the fact your dad admitted it!! WOW. my dad would never admit he was wrong. I am so glad they got to see Stella again and who knows next year she may still be bouncing around!! My friends just finally lost thier 18 (EIGHTEEN) year old beagle mix! Crazy!!

    I am so happy that all went well on your visit with your family but even happier that your dad was the bigger man and came out and said!!
    hugs to Stella!

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  6. Liz says:

    Aw man. So many feels! I’m so freaking happy she’s still doing so well and that you got to hear your dad say what he did. I can’t fathom how special it must have been to have your family around to see Stella being Stella. ❤️

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  7. L. Williams says:

    I think I have something in my eye *cries over how sweet this post is*

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  8. draftmare says:

    Dang it, why you gotta be making me cry at work?!

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