Yesterday was an odd day. My children had been SO wound up the past several days, and after talking to all the parents on Wednesday, Thursday was marginally better. I also finished my dumb checkpoint stuff, so I was doing better. Then I got the text that Sam and Rachel had to put their dog down due to some very aggressive cancer. Chapin, their dog, was literally the best dog I’ve ever met. In fact, we knew this day was coming for a while, so I started to write a sea shanty for him. (I’m weirdly into sea shanties.)
I've known a few dogs in my time, But Chapin - he was the best! You'll never know one quite as fine, 'cause Chapin - he was the best!
It goes on and on. After work I ran home because I wanted to get some sympathy gin & tonics ready to deliver to the Sommerers……. and Lloyd told me that Professor “Dad” Martens died that afternoon.
Dang.
That is so tough. He was 93 and completely ready to go Home, but Lloyd went to see him every Tuesday afternoon and now …. he won’t. The funeral will be sometime next week and I’m sure lots of former choir members will be there, so that is a joy indeed, but … still.
In other news, Deborah’s Dad is in the hospital, so some prayers for him would be welcome. I pray that YOU have a good Friday, ok?
Deborah says
Thank you, Lauren.
Brad says
Yikes! I didn’t know about Chapin. Yes, he was a good dog.
Dad Martens must be loving the music in heaven. And I’m sure the funeral will be a wonderful celebration with so many musical people there.
Praying here too, Deborah!
Kristi says
{sigh} DAD Martens join the heavenly choir, and we will be there eventually.
Prayers for your Dad, Deborah.
Deborah says
Thank you, everyone. Dad was discharged and is now home. Please pray for continued improvement.