Dear Tyler,

Hi my sweet son. I hope you are doing well on this Wednesday afternoon. Mom is sorry for not writing to you yesterday but the last 37 hours have been a shit show here. My letters to you in the next several days will be short and I apologize to you but its either that or I won't be able to write to you and I don't want that at all. I know you understand why but let me explain.
 Yesterday it started at 8:30 am when the gentleman came to start the roof work. Him and his coworker were prepping everything and Omar...the guy we deal with and hired, got on the roof and he feel 12 feet. He busted his ankle. Mom had to call 911 and there was paramedics, ambulances, fire trucks, etc here to stabilize him. They left at 9:30 am and off to the hospital to have him have surgery. We got word that he had the surgery yesterday morning but he has to have another one in a few days. He will be laid up for several months and will have to have rehab, PT etc..  Ty, it was horrible. Mom did the best she could. It brought back so much to me. I had a hard time all day. I sat by the pool and then went swimming for a couple hours to clear my head. It worked. I felt better after but that shattered about 30 minutes later. Mom was prepping dinner, Mark went to his office and we are not sure where the pups were but when Ozzy made his way to the kitchen he was shaking and scared. He appeared to have hurt his back leg. He wouldn't use the stairs, jump up, etc.   He wasn't relaxing or laying down at all. We stayed up with him all night and every hour he progressively got worse. 3 am Mom called the vets and they said to bring him in. Mark took him while I stayed with Princess. Because of the Covid 19 Mark had to stay in the vehicle the whole time. The news was not what we expected or was ready for. He is in more pain then we knew. He has suppressed disc's in his back. They wanted to do surgery but it was going to be 10,000.00. With Mark out if work, we can't afford that at all. We are trying pain management for 1 week and then we will have to see whether he is getting any better, staying the same or worse. He is on 3 medications and has to be watched 24 hrs a day. Mark and I are working together on this and Meme is helping too. This situation is just like what Meme just went through with Skittles 6 months ago. Mom is broken, Tyler. I am not ready to loose, Ozzy. He is just 5.5 years old. Mom is praying hard that the way we are treating this will work as he is healthy otherwise and young. Please do everything in your power to make this work. Ozzy has been by my side every day since we got him when he was 9 weeks old. He is my little furbaby boy. I can't loose him right now. I just can't. I am not ready to say goodbye to him or Princess. Mom will be busy daily watching him so closely. I won't be able to do much. Mark will have to watch him as I get ready in the morning but after that he has to be looking for a job as the one he was hoping for fell through. They selected someone else. Its like a gray cloud is over us again. Too much, pumpkin. Please don't say you want Ozzy with you and the rest of the pups. Please Tyler, I am begging you. Thank you my sweet precious son. I miss you so much and I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the world. You are my hero and the wind beneath my wings. You are forever in my heart, mind, body and soul. Mom will light a candle for you tonight and I will whisper to you later. Smile for me and I will try to smile back. I will write daily, I promise unless it's a bad day for Ozzy. Mom has to go right now. Ozzy is restless andcits almost time for dinner for us all. Mom don't feel like eatingvbutcI have to stay strong for everyone. Until tomorrow comes...good night and sweet dreams. 
 Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah ❤