We will be packing up the Peugeot (I insisted NOT the MGB, The Husband bravely did not meep) later today in readiness for a return to Hertfordshire and a visit to a dear Uni friend who has settled in Surrey.
Sadly, her husband won't be there as he has to be in Scotland where his father has just underdone surgery to remove a malignancy, so it'll be just the three of us for the weekend. Three of us humans and two dogs, ours and theirs. Theirs is still a puppy, they've only had him about six weeks. He's a miniature Schnauzer, a divine-looking breed in my view. I love the Prussian general face fuzz they have, a tremendous moustache of Edwardian grandeur and a very neat beard. He has yet to acquire his full set, I guess, as he is only fourteen weeks old, but once he is an adult he will be a very distinguished-looking gentleman.
So we humans will need to be on the qui vive to supervise how the two canines get along. The Dog is an elderly fellow now, at gone eleven, and the young whippersnapper may annoy him or tire him if he wants to play too much. And it's The Puppy's home turf, so there may be some resentment there as well. I am expecting some growling, and some reprimanding. They will need to get their two-man pack in a pecking order, then they should be fine.
On the Sunday afternoon we will be heading to Herts to visit Our Ma, who is again in hospital on an acute admissions ward. She has been there for a while now, since developing oral thrush and refusing to eat, drink, or take her medication. Her mouth and throat must have been really sore. She has been re-hydrated on a drip, and had the medication administered in liquid form to try to clear up the thrush, but she still will not take her medication for other conditions.
As she is 95 years old we believe she is signalling to the rest of the world in the only way she can that she has Had Enough. The ward says she is eating and drinking, but I imagine it will be minuscule amounts under some protest, if I know Our Ma. As tiny and frail as she is now, she is still a stalwart force to be reckoned with and will NOT be bullied. If she wants to go, we wish they NHS would just let her, and will say as much when we go to the hospital. The Husband's sister agrees, so it's just a matter of finding out if the doctors are of a similar opinion, and she will be given palliative care only from now on, with no more interference and interventions.
She is a brave lady, one of that outstanding war generation, and (however much the dementia has reduced her) she deserves to have her wishes respected. If you are of a praying disposition, please remember her and others in her situation, and ask that they are allowed to go in peace and enjoy that final rest they deserve at the end of their remarkable lives.