Low: My parents’ new puppy, Copper, got very sick over the weekend and died Sunday night. It was frustrating and sad because we did everything we could to take care of her, including antibiotics from the vet. I spent most of Sunday evening sitting on the floor with her in my lap, coaxing her to eat and drink and using a turkey baster to dribble liquids into her mouth. They had her less than two weeks.
High: On Saturday, my boyfriend and I went to visit my grandparents and have lunch so he could meet them. (It was all his idea because he had scheduling conflicts and could not come to any of my family gatherings this summer. The next family event is in October but he did not want to wait that long to meet the grandparents.) They live on the family farm where Grandpa was born, less than two hours away from where I live. During the chatting and telling stories over deli sandwiches and homemade desserts, we made a fun discovery: We knew we each have a grandma named Ruth but had not connected the dots to realize they have the same birthday (one year apart)!