He told me to go...

...and be with IA.  I was going to wait until the weekend.  I'm glad I listened to my husband. 

I got to see IA on Wednesday night.  He wasn't feeling great, had lost lots of weight and wasn't eating or moving much.  BUT...he did wag his tail when he saw me.  He did sit up for me and let me pet and cuddle with him for a few hours.  He ate ice cubes, lots of them, from my hands...he even had a sip of mom's wine.

...and before I left that night, he had moved out onto the porch.  This was a huge endeavour for him, but he made it.  And as he sat on the porch I got to take his head into my hands again, put my forehead to his, and whisper into his ear. 

I told him I loved him very much, and that I hoped this wasn't the last time I got to tell him that...but that if it was, he should always remember it.  I also assured him he would be in excellent company when the time did come.  His brother Dillenger I'm sure was waiting...and my puppy love from growing up, Odie.  I'm sure they are all running through the fields, digging up cow bones, and rolling in manure to their heart's content. 

One day, we'll meet again.  Until then...I'll miss you IA.