This morning I received another one of those unbelievably timely messages from The Universe. After my writing yesterday where I found myself searching for greatness and when what and if there would be more greatness in my life here is the message I found in my in-box:

"Hey, David... It's OK. Everything is fine. You've always been guided. Even now you are watched, and held, and adored. You've made great stuff happen, and you will make more great stuff happen. You've changed lives. You've changed your own. You've moved mountains and done the impossible. You've been scared and you overcame. You've been knocked down and you rose back up. And you've been lost, or so you thought, only to discover it was just the calm before another storm of creativity, love, and fun."

Once again, kind of freaky!

In June of 2007, Loki came into our lives. He was a birthday present for Becca. At that time our home had been with out a dog for 4 months. This was the first time since I was 5 years old that I lived in a home without a dog.Susan was about to undergo surgery. The Halloween industry was bracing for a Monday Halloween (they are usually not spectacular) .

Life was presenting us with challenges once again.

Nothing new. We had been here before.This wasn't the first time stressful situations had come to our doorstep and certainly wouldn't be the last. 

Any how, this tri-colored ball of fluff entered our lives and in a very short while I knew that my life would never be the same. 

I remember saying to my friend John that Summer as we embarked on another Halloween season that this dog was going to be the one that breaks my heart. 

From the moment he came into our home, even though he was Becca's dog, even though he was Susan's therapy and companion after her surgery and even though everyone wanted to play with him, he and I formed a special bond.

He was like another son to me. 

My kids even had the rear window, a stationary window, of my pick up replaced with a sliding window so that Loki could stick his head out.

Of course, he had other ideas as he proceeded to climb out the window onto the bed of my pick up as I was doing 60 miles an hour on the Southern State Parkway.

Loki.

Do you know where the name comes from?

Loki was the son of the Norse god Odin. 

Loki was the god of mischief.

As a pup, he could not have been more appropriately named.

Today is the day I rued appearing over 10 years ago. 

Loki has not been well for a while. We had a rough go of things back in Late February and early March.

After some tests, a new harness to help him up and a change of meds, Loki healed and had a pretty good run. 

The last few weeks, have not been as good to him. 

Last night was particularly rough.

He has not eaten in a few days.

The little he did get down yesterday came back up a few hours later. 

He can barely stand, certainly not without us lifting him.

He laps at his water dish incessantly.

It is feeling like toda will be that day when he in fact does break my heart.

I have been up with him since around 3 this morning. 

I have to leave for my bus run shortly after 7. 

It's 6:30 now.

I texted Becca and asked her to call me once she is up and about. 

She will of course have to make the final decision. 

I texted my brother as well since I may need his help getting our big boy into the car.

I am sad.

This isn't easy. 

The vet opens at 9 and hopefully they can see us at 11.

This isn't fun.

And yes I was correct in my assessment 10 years ago.

My heart is breaking.