My sweet Nana is a peace

My sweet Nana was laid to rest yesterday. Neither Pocket or I were able to attend the ceremonies. Pocket because she is a doofus, me because of some people's prejudices to dogs.

It seems half the town poured through the doors of Silva Funeral Home to see her off. It made a very long day for Mommy and Daddy Tuesday but Mommy told me she was proud to be by his side. (I would have been too. I think I would have made a wonderful pall bearer, or at least pall sitter. I could have been like Snoopy on his house of Slim Pickens at the end of Dr. Strangelove.)

Mommy and Daddy can fill you in on some of the particulars on their human book page. But Pocket and I would like to state how proud we are of our Brigade Members who were very well represented at the funeral.

First Hobo's parents Bruny and Walter. The three of them sent a beautiful bouquet of flowers that touched my parents down to the very bottom of their souls. Plus, in the center of the pictures, was Miss Connie's wonderful portrait of my parents, which brought tears to Nana's eyes when she saw it on her last Christmas Day.

And our friends who signed the on line condolence book! We were both so touched. It was even better when my Aunt Doesn't Like Pets brushed off the people who wrote saying: "They were all your people." More like all your pups.

This was a very hard time for Mommy and Daddy and you were all there for them and for that we love you. Right now I'm on the couch typing and Pocket is glued to Daddy's leg on the recliner giving off the healing love of a warm puppy.

I knew when we began to Brigade that we were warriors, fighting for the freedom to bark, but I learned it is also about the freedom to comfort, love, ease pain, and make laugh without being worried about being embarrassed.

If we need peace, love, and understanding, it's just a few keyboard strokes away. Thank you for being our friends, little boy pups and wise men dogs, tiny girl pups and golden lollipops. And thank you humans, you may not be as perfect as pups, but you do try hard, and that's all that counts.

We would be lost without you.

Foley's blog on Nana's song ending and a bad night

Hi friends. Another tough night for us. Mommy and Daddy went out around bed time and didn't come back until almost sun rise. I told Pocket it was because Nana's song was ending. But Nana stabilized over night and Daddy made the decision to end the vigil and let everyone try to get a few hours sleep. Nana's doctor called this morning to say she was still stable and not in pain. They have done everything they can medically do, except for an operation where they would remove her colon and Nana told the surgeon yesterday "To what end?" The C-diff infection she has been fighting since March finally got the upper hand and began to eat a holes through her intestines. When Mommy and Daddy got home last night Pocket and I were very worked up because they had been out so late and were giving off bad aura. They finally fell asleep, helped by my generous licks, even though they didn't seem to think so. Then, at 5:20, Mommy fell right out of bed. She hit her jaw on the end table and scraped her arm. This got us all worked up again. Then at 8:00 the mother of all thunderstorms rolled through. There was about ten minutes of straight thunder and lightning strikes that shook the ground. I think some frogs fell from the sky too.The lights when out too. Well that was it for Pocket and me. She was trembling, I was licking, and Mommy and Daddy weren't sleeping. So Friday was a day of very high highs and sky low lows. Mommy and Daddy are a little zombified this morning. We are lined up on the recliner on Mommy's left. We hope they don't need to go out again tonight but probably will. If you want to offer prayers just ask that she stay comfortable and she crosses to the bridge when she is summoned. Thank you all

Epilogue: Nana passed to the bridge at 2:15 EST. She was my favorite Nana. I will miss her