Showing posts with label dog. Show all posts
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Monday, January 6, 2014

What 2013 Took From Us

John and I both have said that 2013 was the worst year we have ever had. There were certainly seasons before that were difficult and almost broke us apart, but this season lasted the entire year. I'm somewhat amazed that we are still standing in one piece! Looking back at it, it seems quite certain that we were under attack on many fronts. I hope it grew our faith like battles are supposed to do, but we are still coming out of the muck of it all, so we will have to wait and see.

In October of 2012 we were told that our foster son, Cameron, would possibly be moved. We fought so hard to keep him with us, but on Valentine's Day his court hearing went against us. The judge was visibly upset by having to remove him, but obviously felt that she could make no other ruling. With John's grandmother very sick and time constraints for Cameron's (new) family we felt it best to move him sooner rather than later. He left us at the beginning of March. That was the worst week of the whole year. Our only consolation is that his aunt and uncle (now mom and dad) are amazing people and have let us FaceTime with him as often as we need. He is doing so well and has adjusted as we hoped he would. We still miss him everyday.

In April, John's grandmother, Rita, passed away. We were so glad to have had the opportunity to visit her in March in Sacramento. She was the last surviving grandparent that John knew as a child. It's strange how those events feel like a major jump in our own aging process.


Shortly after we returned from California, our cat, Ichabod, died suddenly. We have no idea what happened. He ate a normal dinner and was tearing around the house before bed as usual. When I went in to see him in the morning, he was gone. He was 11 years old. We got him the month after we got married and he went through everything with us. It is strange that he is gone and sometimes I think I see him in a dark shadow or when a black jacket is left in a heap somewhere.

We decided to try IVF in the late spring. It was a hard decision and one that we made uncertainly. We figured that since we were already emotionally drained, if it didn't work we couldn't be too upset. The process was rough, with lots of shots and invasive doctor visits. We did one round and it was determined that our chances of it ever working were low enough to not bother pursuing it again. That was actually easier to take than it sounds, since we had been trying for almost 10 years. It gave us the final permission to move on with adoption and put it all behind us for good.

In July we took a long vacation to Montana. I spent two weeks with my family in Billings and then John flew over to meet us all at Glacier Park. We had a nice, relaxing time reconnecting and making decisions about what to do next.

In August we were given two days' notice that we would be given a newborn boy. We brought him home at five days old. Four weeks later we were asked to take an 18 month old boy and decided to give it a try. We had the older one for three months when we finally realized (or admitted) that his medical care was just too much for us and we had to have him moved. That was another hard decision since he was legally free and we could have adopted him. It taught me to pay more attention to details, ask more questions, and stop making emotional decisions about live changing events. (Still working on that one...)



Then on November 17 I had to make the awful decision to have Daisy put down. She somehow injured her spine and over the course of two days went from limping slightly to complete loss of her back legs and bowels. Losing her was another one of those "end of an era" events. She and Ichabod were with us in the beginning of our marriage and for the first 10 years were our furry children. I hate that she is gone and I miss her all the time. However, I know she is in Heaven with Velvet, playing with bunnies and running like crazy over open grassy fields. I also know she is waiting for me.

In December John changed jobs. It was a difficult but necessary move and has turned out to be the right decision. Then we went to Republic to spend Christmas with his family. It was a great time of relaxing and being away from cell phones.

Our pastor sort of jokingly said that we ought to take a stress test but we thought it would only stress us out more to know how stressed we are. So we are glad to see the back of 2013 and good riddance! Here's hoping that 2014 is our Year of Jubilee!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Injustice!

I've been seething about this all weekend, so I thought I'd share it with everyone in the hopes that writing it out will help me get over it.

I was walking the dogs Saturday morning, as usual. And, as usual, they did their doggy business. As Tony was doing his I realized that the bag I carry on our walks to hold the business bags was empty, meaning that I didn't have anything with me to clean up after them. I felt really bad about it because it is so rare that we forget to bring a bag. Apparently John had used the last one the night before and I didn't check to make sure there were any. Anyway, I decided that I would come back after our walk and pick it up. About a block later, Daisy had to do her business. Just as she was finishing, a cop drove by. He saw that I was not picking up after her, so he backed up, rolled his window down, and said:

C: "Ma'am, are you cleaning up after your dog?"
Me: "No, I just realized that I left the bags at home. Do you have something I could use?"
C: "Ma'am it's not my responsibility to carry pick-up bags for your dog."
Me: "I realize that, I just thought that you might have something I could use. I will come back and clean up after them."
C: (Rolling eyes with sarcasm) "I'm sure."
Me: "I WILL!"
C: "Yeah, I'm sure." (same rolling of eyes, more sarcasm)
Cop drives away.

Oh, I'm so mad about this! The one time in a year that I forget a bag and a cop treats me like a liar! I wanted to say: Excuse me, but I am a responsible person and I'm a Christian and I don't say I will do something that I don't intend to do. Of course I thought of this afterward. Later, when I did go back and pick up both piles, I hoped he would drive by again so I could throw the bag at his car! But I would probably be arrested or fined or something. Stupid small town cops! Don't you have anything better to do?!?!?!?!?!!!

P.S.
I had to sing a Tommy Walker song for the rest of my walk to calm myself down. It sort of helped, but at least I can think now that his sarcasm came from dealing with people being stupid and irresponsible. I choose to forgive.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Vet Visit

Yesterday we took all our furry children to the doctor for their annual checkups. As soon as I got home we loaded the dogs in the car and drove to the vet, as we were pulling in we realized that we forgot the kitty! I drove back home and got him, fortunately the vet is only about 5 minutes from the house. The poor kitty wasn't very happy about being shoved hastily into a dirty carrier that's been sitting in the nasty basement for months, but we were in a hurry.
Ichy is just fine, no issues. He lost 2 pounds this year, which is great for a cat, and now he is in the healthy range. He had his booster shots and sat quietly in the scale while the vet checked him out. Then he went willingly back into his carrier. Who cares if it's dirty?
Daisy is just fine, too. Her weight is good, 32.1 pounds. She had her booster shots, heartworm test, and fecal test. All are normal and fine. The knee she has injured a few times is pre-arthritic, apparently my baby is getting old.

Tony has pink eye. Poor doggy! He was so good as the vet put a glowing green liquid into his eye to check for ulcers. (There weren't any.) He got antibiotics for his eyes, booster shots, and more than his fair share of treats. He is down to 49 pounds, but they want him to lose a bit more.

That's the update on our "kids". (I know, it's kinda sad.)
I was shocked at the bill details line that said "Senior Visit" for each of them! How did that happen?!? I'm going into voluntary denial about that.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Daisy

This is Daisy a few weeks after we brought her home.
She was 16 weeks old when we adopted her.
It is said that we do not choose our dogs, they choose us. In Daisy's case this is absolutely true; she was waiting for us.

She's my helper:

My hinderer:

My buddy:
And my guard-dog:

Now that she's almost 6, she's starting to get a little gray.
But she's still our Pretty Princess.