Farewell for Now, Magical Friends

The dogs were lying next to me in Sid's room as I wrapped up Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows yesterday morning while Bevan was in Berkeley buying produce. Below are the words that I'd like to remember most from the last book and perhaps the whole series. They're what was going through Harry's head as he made his way into the Forbidden Forest to die.

It was not, after all, so easy to die. Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.

I really loved visiting these books again after so much time. Even though my life is wildly different than it was almost decade ago when I last read them, they still felt exactly the same as they always have—like home.

More Dog Blog, This Time With Blood

Patches gnawed off a stitch this morning and got blood on our comforter and when I speed-dialed the on-call vet to ask in an incredibly calm and collected manner if we should immediately run every red light on our way to the dog emergency room she breezily told me that Patches was probably gonna fine as long as there wasn't green or yellow puss oozing from her wound hole. She was right, Patches is fine. Us not so much.

How Is Every Human Parent Ever Not Dead From a Heart Attack

I am absolutely not gonna share the number of times that I called our vet's emergency help line in the wee hours of this morning on behalf of Patches, but below is how the first call, which took place just before 1:00am, went.

Me (losing my shit): I need your help! My dog's been panting!

On-Call Vet: Panting?

Me: Yes! She had surgery today and she's been panting, like, a lot.

On-Call Vet: Dogs often pant, sir. It's how they...

Me: I know, but my dog is panting panting and I'm really worried.

On-Call Vet: She probably just has to go to the bathroom, sir. After a procedure like hers it's very com...

Me: I really don't think that's it. I mean, she's extra-special-panting. Like Power Panting™. PUH-ANTING. Something is definitely wrong.

On-Call Vet: Can you please just try the bathroom thing, sir?

Me: Okay fine, but I'm almost positive it's not tha…

On-Call Vet: Hello?

Me: Okay yeah it was that.

An Update on Our Patches Girl

A couple weeks ago our dog doctor found a growth in Patches' back left leg and was like, "Fuck dudes, this ain't cool." and ordered a CT scan which happened today and afterwards, while Patches was still under anesthesia, the surgeon called B and I and said, "I might be able to scoop some of the mass out and save her limb." and then attempted to do that but phoned us back a little while later and said, "Okay, just kidding. The mass isn't coming out cuz it's all up in her muscles 'n shit, but if we cut off her whole entire leg we'll be in the clear." to which B and I were like "Maybe go try harder, please?" and she was like "Whatever, it's your money, bitches." and then she went and tried harder and returned to us with "This could actually be a different kind of tumor than we originally thought and there's a chance it'll respond to radiation which is expensive AF but Patches would get to stay the sassiest betch on four legs." and obvi that sounded good to us so they took some samples of the mass, closed her up, put her on hella drugs and gave her back to us and she can't really walk on her own and she's in a lot of pain and she's been crying a bunch and it's been a somewhat emotional time but she's home and she's alive and we'll figure out the rest later.