I'm usually on a pretty even-keel when it comes to my emotions. I don't cry very often. My tear ducts remain dormant, for the most part, with the exception of the times I happen to view certain movies.
However, during the last year I've probably shed more tears than I have in the last ten combined. Many involve airport goodbyes before Megan moved here. Yesterday I was a blubbering, snot-dripping mess. My mom made the excruciating decision to put down our family dog, Bubba. Bubba was our only dog (sorry I don't have a pic) and had been with us for the last 15 years. Like anyone's dog, he was the best - loyal, playful, and unconditionally loving. In his later years he developed arthritis and lost much of his sight and hearing, yet still maintained a vitality that precluded any consideration of euthanasia. Ultimately, though, his quality of life declined to the point where the only humane thing was to end his suffering. It will be tough to think about going back to my mom's and not seeing him and how excited he'd get when we'd come home.
I'll miss you, Bub-meister!