Rest in Peace, Sweet Bounce

Bounce (left) & Miki (right)

 Bounce died tonight.

 I took her in earlier today because she had not eaten in  three days, left her at the clinic and waited nervously all day for the doctor to call me with a diagnosis.

 At about six o'clock tonight she called to tell me they had found a large tumor in her belly and the black in her stool was no doubt blood from that tumor. The doctor didn't hold back. I went in on her advice, called Taku on Facetime so we could both sit with Bounce for an hour, and be together, the three of us, when the doctor came in and put her to sleep. The reason for the speed was the possibility that pain and discomfort of hemorrhaging could come at any moment. I wanted her to die at home but decided not to risk it.

I thought the news of Trump's election was the worst news I could imagine. Today's event pushes that horror down to Number Two. I'm writing this still in shock and agony.

My heart goes out to Taku. Last time he went to Japan to visit his mother, a year and a half ago, Miki died. This time it was Bounce. I wish the gods had the decency not to play with irony like that. Their cruelty can be unspeakable. 

Taku and his mother were on the Shinkansen on their way to Kyoto but we were able to connect via Facetime, so he and I could spend some time with Bounce before she went and participate in the procedure of sedating her to sleep before stopping her heart. It was a time of silent screaming for both of us.

The gods would no doubt argue we should not forget that they gave us fourteen years with these creatures, who seemed to be put on earth for the purpose of drawing out every ounce of love we had in us to give. I've remarked before that I didn't know I had so much affection in me.

I can't put into words what these two little girls meant to me. I don't even want to try; any attempt would be at best a not-even-close approximation. At least we got to shower Bounce with affection for a year and a half of bonus time. And shower we did. Spoiled her rotten. Got up in the night to let her out, picked up after her accidents without a hint of complaint. Taku cooked her chicken and rice meals that we might have served at the table, but went to Bounce once she turned her nose up at canned dog food. Kibble has long been completely out of the question.

I used to ask myself all the time how is it possible to love a little four-legged creature this much.  And what on earth did we do in a previous life to deserve not just one, but two such objects of affection?

That was back in the day when I expected the world to make sense.

Now I simply celebrate the fact that life can be so good to me.