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Sunday, March 7, 2010

It's no good

This is a hard place to be. I don't like to complain, yeah I do, I just thought I'd say that so I didn't sound like the bitch and moan artist I really am.

Let's do the good new first and then that way if you want to quit reading, at least you got the good stuff. I'm alive. I can still get myself around, most of the time. I have my family close by. I have just about everything I could possibly want.....well that's a bit much, but I have most of what I need. There ya go. I am grateful for being who I am, where I am, how I am and how I can love other people. I am grateful that most of the time my sense of humor and smart aleck nature get me by.

The grandkids and daughter are making progress in their counseling. The flip side of counseling....if you haven't ever been good to yourself and gone....is that sometimes like a rubber band, if you stretch one way (growth, positive) then you snap back (processing and acting out, negative). Well our rubber bands are popping like mad. Good/Bad. Uncomforable sometimes but well worth the effort. Yeah our team.

Sweet Man has had a lot of interviews for jobs. Keep you fingers crossed, hell cross your eyes, legs whatever you can.

I got some of my captured mermaids listed on Etsy. http://omalinda.etsy.com/ Got some stuff listed for Ebay which will begin on Wednesday.

All good stuff.

Willow started another series or clusters of seizures. These are different. She now walks "dumb footed". That means she hits the top of her front feet on the ground before she flips it and hits the pads. Her personality is changing with everyone of these gawd awful things. It is taking longer for her to recognize us. These are all indicators of a brain disorder.

The answer may be closer than I want it to be. I clean up oceans of pee every morning from the tile floor, have cleaned the carpet in the computer room too many times to be good for the carpet, me or the wood floor underneath. She is huge, I can't move her or comfort her by getting down on the floor anymore. And she demanding (you should hear her talk to me all growly and vocal and addicted to her meds). Honest, she can tell time now and let's you know when it is time for her next dose. But she is still my baby dog and I love my furry baby with all my heart.

I had to put down a perfectly healthy male St. Bernard less than 2 years ago because he was aggresive to a nut case who screamed when she saw him and he bit her out of protection for me and fright on his part. He and Willow were like fric and frac. I still can't look at pictures of my Murphy because I feel so incredibly guilty and sad. And now???? Again???? Really?????

I don't have any right to bitch when there are those of you out there who have lost parents, friends, mobility, jobs, housing but I am so not able to make the decision I know is coming and just had to vent. Forgive my self centered rant. Grant me just a bit of slack in the rope I need to hang myself.


  1. I am so sorry to hear about Willow. I've had to face the same mortality of my beloved cat this weekend. She will be 18 in July...and she is beginning to show signs of renal failure. I cried most of the day yesterday after speaking with the vet. There is no medication to stop the progression, so I just have to love her and watch for signs that she is beginning to suffer.

  2. I am so sorry to hear about Willow. Go ahead and rant that's what we are here for to listen and help one another. Keeping everything crossed for the interviews.


  3. I am so very sorry for your situation with Willow...will keep you in my thoughts...So sorry...

    Losing a loved pet is no easier than losing a loved person...losing is losing...and anyone says different has never loved a pet...

    Tell Sweet Man not to appear desperate...something will turn up...

  4. I'm so sorry to hear that Willow (and you) are hurting. Making the decision to put a beloved family member to rest is never easy. Be well and take care of yourself as well as Willow.


  5. Oh Linda, so sorry to hear about Willow, My Kula is getting old and worries me too. When you love them so much it is hard to know what to do, I hope everything becomes better. I am crossing my fingers for your husband, mine has an interview at noon today. If he gets it it will be so much closer than the one at his current position. All the best, I hope you have some good news. Be well. Hugs to you.

  6. So sorry Linda, rant all you want it helps to get out the feelings. We love our fur babies and it hurts when they are not well or are in pain.

  7. I'm so sorry about Willow. I've lost 3 boxers to cancer (they are cancer machines) and lost my familiar Dempsey the day after my birthday. It was horrible watching them deteriorate. One of them (Joe Boxer) had a brain tumor and turned into a very different dog in the end, actually went senile. On a more practical note, have you tried diapers? I use Depends just because they're bigger (and cheaper) than doggie diapers.

    Hang in there....there is always light causing the shadow.

  8. Everyone of us who love animals and own pets know exactly how it feels to face such a sad situation like this, sweetie. These lovely creatures are friends, comapnies, family, and I can't imagine how painful it must be to take this decision. Be strong, we'll be here for you sending you positive vibes, strenght and courage.

    I'm crossing fingers and toes for your hubby! :o)

    Kisses and love from us.


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