Bingston 1999 - 2011

Bingston 1999

In 1999 we bought a 9-week old puppy home, after a couple of days I named him Bingston.  Little did we know how important this guy would become to our family.  Smart as a whip and determined that everyone should love him he was pure joy to our home.

Yesterday, November 3, 2011 Bingston died.  Suffering from congestive heart failure -- his poor little body could no longer do what it needed to.  We held him tightly those last minutes he was with us.  I stayed with him to the end.  Without attempting to sound melodramatic I know that a part of my heart went with him - I will forever be changed by his life and his death.  As he slipped away I whispered to him that I KNOW we will all be together again someday and then he was gone.  Seeing that spark of life disappear into a stone stare will be with me forever, I actually shudder when I remember that moment.

Soon I know that I will begin to remember Bingston the puppy and will not define him by his death.  But for this time when I close my eyes that lost spark moment is what I carry.  Today when Jase and I were leaving the house we put the dogs in their kennels and the sight of Bingston's empty kennel was cruel.

Bingston 2000

Well, updates.

Well ... anytime someone starts with "Well" you know it's not going to be good.  Last week I saw a challenge on Splitcoast Stampers entitled "The Man in my Life."  So me being me I thought I could whip this one out in a day or so ... I mean I have the best partner in the world and all.  Then life reared her big old ugly bleached head and everything just crashed to a halt.

David is in the midst of a heavy grieving period for his mother (6th month anniversary of her passing.) His sister Eileen's leukemia is back and the bone marrow doctor (pardon my ignorance of his true medical title) is saying there is nothing to be done.  So it would appear that poor David has starting his grieving process for Eileen now.  The children got a phone call that I mistakenly thought would make them happy and I'm learning otherwise with regression issues and anger.  It's a shambles around here.  One of the cats is ill, we suspect one of the dogs is ill and two others are just christening everything for the fun of it.  It's bad folks.

So I don't have anything to show you.  The layout I mentioned earlier lays incomplete of journaling and of all things a title.  Creating is a bit forced at the moment, organic thought and action don't seem to be connecting.  Hopefully, everything will become copacetic again.  For now, thank you for stopping by, reading my ramblings and looking at my creations ... your support and kind words means more to me than I can express.