JULY 5TH PART SIX: A Brief But Necessary Update
Hi! Im sorry its been so long since my last update. I planned to put my writing skills to use on this one to compose a heartfelt tribute to my furriest friend with pictures and memories, but it, as Im sure youve noticed, hasnt worked out. After several attempts, Ive come to the conclusion that there is no way to accurately put what eleven years of unconditional love and friendship means to me into words.
Ive been through a lot in life. Ive dealt with severe anxiety and depression for as long as I can remember. Sure, medication and therapy have helped, but all of the meds and doctors in the world couldnt make me feel as whole as Riley did. I can honestly say that welcoming him into my life was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I dont know where I would be without him. Since his passing in July, Ive spiraled into quite the depression. Im not entirely sure what to do with myself or where I want to go in life. Its rough. I dont feel like me anymore. Just getting out of bed in the morning is difficult. Frankly, the only thing keeping me sane is the planning and preparation for my July trip. Thank god I have something to look forward to.
Anyway, as I mentioned in my last installment, I left the rest of the family at the pool and headed back to the room to take a nap.
I havent mentioned this yet, but my aunt had been texting us all day to say that Riley was behaving strangely. He didnt eat his breakfast, he wasnt moving much, and she had a hard time getting him to go outside. We werent too worried. It wasn't
normal behavior, obviously, but we figured he was just sick. We told her to call if things got worse.
When I woke up from my nap, Mom was on the phone with my aunt.
I completely freaked out. We had late reservations for my birthday dinner at Ohana, but the last thing I wanted to do was dress up and go out. Of course, when I told the rest of the family that I was going to stay back at CSR, WWIII broke out. There was yelling. There was door slamming. There were tears. It was ugly.
I needed to get away from everyone, so I grabbed the wristlet with my cell phone and room key inside and went for a walk. I had no destination in mind, but by fate (or the circular layout of the resort) I found myself in a hammock on the beach outside of the Cabanas section of CSR. Im of the belief that hammocks are the greatest form of seating because they hug you when you lay down, so it was perfect. I really needed a hammock hug.
As I lay there, a million different thoughts ran through my mind. The most commonly occurring thought was, Rileys 11. I shouldve been prepared for this. Crap.
After a while, my parents came over to discuss what we should do. My mom called my aunt and put her on speakerphone so I could ask questions. Trying to diagnose a dog from 1,000 miles away is quite difficult. My aunt was adamant that this wasnt normal behavior, so we decided to put Dad on the next flight home. It wasnt until the next morning, but it had to do. We didnt have a computer with us, so my aunt booked everything from home and Mom later went to the front desk to print his boarding pass and schedule Magical Express pick up so we wouldnt have to pay for a cab.
Once my aunt hung up, I started crying hysterically. I felt like the worst dog owner in the world. Riley was ALWAYS there for me and, when he needed me the most, I wasnt there for him. It broke my heart. Even though everyone kept telling me to stay positive, I had a gut feeling that this was it which made me cry even more. I mean, Im glad I didnt have to see him suffer and that my last memory of him was a good one, but there is a part of me that will always wonder if things would have been different had I been there. My aunt told me the next day that she grabbed a t-shirt from my bedroom and gave it to Riley to sleep with, so I was there with him in smell and in spirit. I hope that managed to comfort him a bit.
After I finished crying in the hammock, I headed back to the room to cry some more. Mom went to Café Rix and picked up some sandwiches for us since we missed dinner. I ate a few bites of one as we watched something on TV. I dont remember what it was, but I know it wasnt Stacey because Dad was sick of her at that point. I know, right? I dont know how were related either. After that, I went to sleep. Well, I curled up in bed and sat there for a few hours before falling asleep. Worst. Birthday. Ever.
Before I end this, here are a few pictures Dad took while we were talking to my aunt:
And because I dont want this to be the most depressing update to a TR ever, heres a song I wrote the other night about how much I miss Ohana set to Part of Your World. Its my favorite restaurant in all of WDW and I hate that we had to miss it. I was all excited about having my first Lapu Lapu and stuffing my face with deliciousness. SIIIIIGH. Ill see you in July, deliciousness.
I wanna be where
my people are,
I wanna see, wanna see em eating
Chomping away on those - what do you call em?
Oh-wings!
Other restaurants dont serve meat on a skewer
Multiple entrees are required for chicken, beef,
And copious amounts of whats that word again?
POOOOOOOOORK
Up where they eat, up where they dine
Up where they give you pot stickers and theyre all miiiiiiiine.
Stuffing my face, at my favorite place
Oooooooohanaaaaaaaaaaa
UP NEXT: We manage to have a little bit of fun at Hollywood Studios aka THANK GOD FOR TOY STORY MANIA