📅 Daily Check-in - May 25, 2026
💭 Reflection:
"After I woke up, I walked into the hallway and saw my wife's dog just laying there, which is not his normal place to be. And when I walked up, he didn't roll onto his back like he usually does for a belly rub. He was breathing, but he didn’t seem to be doing too well. I went and got my wife and had her come out to get him. She picked him up. He’s half chihuahua and half terrier (don’t remember kind). His name is Oslo. He’s about 18 pounds. We named him after one of the cities we visited years ago in Norway, and it sounds similar to a character named Onslow (sp) from one of our favorite British sitcoms. Back to my wife. She was just about to wake up. She was concerned, obviously. I feel bad because it might be my fault. We had a ham steak, and the piece I had, had the bone and the marrow in it. I asked my wife if it was okay if I gave it to him, because he hadn't eaten anything at all yesterday. And my wife said, sure. And he went and he grabbed that thing out of his bowl, and went to town on that thing. He didn't eat or swallow all the bone, but it looks like some of the bone was swallowed. So I don't know if, actually, I know that is what's causing the issues. So I feel pretty awful right now. He’s on medicine for congestive heart failure (CHF). He seems to have been getting worse the last week or two. I may have provided the catalyst. I’m laying next to him now. My wife had to take her brother on an errand that he came down from Georgia (state) for. If we see Oslo get worse, we know what our next step is. If we bring him to vet, and they say he needs surgery, we won’t/can’t do it. Not because we don’t love him, but because he’s 11 years old and may not survive it with his CHF and he’s had a heart murmur from when a puppy. He’s on medication for the CHF, and has been for about 8-10 months or so now. He was his puppy like state yesterday and annoying because if my wife is out of his site, he has horrible separation anxiety and barks and scratches the door, even if it isb1 rook over. His 11 year adoption anniversary was this past Saturday. My wife asked if she should come home or go grocery shopping as she planned after dropping her brother off. We live in a rural area, so going to Walmart is a little over 30 minutes away with most of that drive on the freeway at 70+MPH. So, I went from a pretty good morning until I walked out of the bedroom. So right now, I feel like crap. My youngest is now with him. He’s breathing, just very lethargic. 😢
He keeps saying Oslo will be fine. I think that’s what my wife is trying to tell herself. And I hope they both are right, I’m not optimistic. So a very quick mood change for me. I didn’t want her to come home immediately and go right to sitting in a chair holding him, if we can do it for her. He didn’t want to be held anymore. I’m not keeping her from him. I don’t want her to be in a helpless state. I do a pretty good job of that anyways. 🙃
📊 Wellbeing Scores:
😊 Happiness: 2/10
⚡ Energy: 2/10
😌 Calmness: 2/10
🔥 Motivation: 2/10
⭐ Average: 2/10
✅ Activities from yesterday:
🙏 Prayer
📵 No Social Media
🌄 No Screentime in Morning
🤝 Helped Someone