I was her Eeyore.

Dancing with my Beauty.

Took this picture when we last visited Disneyland. I couldn't help but think, this is how I feel I must look to her, yet, she sees me as her "Handsome Brute". She always saw more in me than I ever did. 

I was always calling her Miss Pollyanna. She was always looking for the good, while I was always looking for the other shoe to drop. What a pair we were. She was Christopher Robins and I was her Eeyore. 

Look at us now, because of the training I received under her toolege, I now have the tools to take care of that precious gift that was given to me so many years ago. 

Friday

It is something different that is planned for this morning. We have a funeral to attend. It seems strange that I'm not worried how this funeral will affect Sweetie. Will she understand? Will she get over run with emotions? Only time will tell. 

I didn't get her overnight pad on last night, and the results were as I thought they would be. She soaked through. No big thing, just take care of it. 

After breakfast, dressed and away we go. I was worried that we'd be late for the service. Right on time, we were. 

After the service, John was happy we made it. Thanked me for my text when he texted me about her passing. All was good. 

Was planning to go to the mall for our walk about after the service. When I noticed Sweetie was nodding off. She was tired and needed to rest. 

Got her home, and on to her nest she went. She was down for about two hours when I felt she needed to be among the living, plus I was lonely. 

Got up, headed for the mall and our walk about. She was a trooper, and when we finished our first lap, she was head down, trudging along, and I felt she was out of steam. So, only one lap today. Try for some more tomorrow. 

Home again. What to fix for dinner had been bouncing in my head. Came up with, macaroni, tuna salad, using mayonnaise as a dressing. Came out well, and she ate it. Followed with jello for dessert.

After dinner, she was getting cranky, so this time, I put Stress Relief lotion on her hands, and by the time we headed out for our meeting, she was relaxed and a joy to be with. 

After the meeting, we sat like old lovers do, on the couch, watching TV, and waiting for bed time. 

A good day on this, the Road to Dementia Town day. With some chance of rough road ahead, we drove with confidence that this too will pass. By the the end of the day, it had, for we pressed on Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.  Arthur.