I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Joe and I make a great team.
He has the ideas and I have the follow-through. He has optimism to match my pessimism. He forces me forward when I feel as though I can’t move.
And in a crisis he is big picture and I am details.
It’s funny, you’d think the way I react to small problems sometimes that I wouldn’t be very dependable when big ones come up. Actually, I tend to stay quite calm and focussed. When my grandmother died I did the driving. When my grandfather passed out I related information to the 911 operator. When we had to take the baby to the children’s hospital when she was only two days old I fell completely apart, but hey I was two days postpartum.
Now our puppy, someone we both love very much, is in trouble. We’re both running on little sleep, neither of us can bring ourself to eat, and we have to keep Henry comfortable and still make sure the baby is taken care of. Joe made the decision that we would drive to Montreal to see a specialist, I packed just in case we end up there overnight.
The problem is that in this case I’m seeing the big picture too. I’ve been down this road before and I’m afraid that we’re going to go through all this expense and stress and end up losing our Henry anyway. I don’t know how to prepare any of us for that. He’s been our family for almost five years. We dote on him and he dotes on us and I can’t picture us without him. Even when he stayed at the clinic overnight it was just a little too quiet and the bed was just a little too cold.
But we can be worried as a team, and we can talk about things openly and make decisions together, and that’s made all the difference.