It's Thursday, January 10th and the year has yet to start off with happiness. My one twin Vero left December 31 to go to work and then didnt return til a week later. Not one call, not one text, she simply didnt come home. She has decided that being with a loser boyfriend was more important than her dignity and pride. She's been home once acted like nothing was wrong or her actions needed to be addressed. Of course my husband wasn't going to say anything, he's "drama free" why bother being a supportive husband let alone a pissed off father at his child's attitude/actions. The other twin, Sandy, well she hasn't spoken to me since my last post of our falling out, whatever. They are young and they are set in their triffling ways. Thinking of them, thinking of all this just makes me sad. What else is new! I did however weigh myself and I am at 166.
Some more sad news. My dog Smokey had to be put down lastnight. He's 12 was going to be 13 in March. He was walking slower the pass 6 months. Even Lilly and Frankie would go by him as in to "check on him". His breathing was more and more difficult and going up and down the stairs was just too hard for him to do anymore and always needed assistance. His appetite wasn't even there anymore. His appetite actually seemed to decrease for the past 2 weeks. His eyes were sunken in, the sparkle not there anymore. I knew he was tired, I knew he didnt feel good. A pet lover, a real pet lover just knows when something is wrong. Yesterday morning I had such a hard time getting him to even get up to go outside for his morning pee break. After 20 minutes of getting him outside, to even get him up the stairs to sit on the porch was difficult. Had it been nicer outside, I would've just let him sit or lay outside but since it was brisk, I felt more comfortable knowing that at least he was on the porch. He loved the cold weather, his coat was thick but knowing he was sick, I didnt want him to be colder if he felt cold. If it were up to him, he would've wanted to be left alone outside. I feel like it was like that scene in the movie "Marely and Me". He knew, he knew his time was coming. The decision to take him to the vet came when Chewy came home and he seen Smokey laying on the porch with no emotion when he got home from work. Since Smokey was on the porch already, I went to him and told him to take one final walk with me and after much effort to get him down the stairs, our walk to my car was so sad. I felt like I was in the "green mile" movie with him. Typing this is bringing tears to my eyes. I managed to get him in the car and when we got there, Chewy helped me bring him down. Smokey walked into the facility and just laid down. We could not get him to stand up anymore and a cart was brought out and assistant's carried him onto the cart. Chewy said he could'nt stay in the room to watch all this. I didn't want to stay in the room either BUT I wasn't going to leave Smokey in a room with strangers and his last view is of a stranger. They put the catheter in his back paw as veins in his front paws were not easily accesible. The first injection was to sedate him, his focused on my eyes and my voice. His eyes got droopy but he was getting relaxed. The next injection was to end it. He was focused on me still, on my voice and his breathing started to slow. He was gone in less than a minute but his last breath, his last view was of me. He didn't go alone, he left with me. One more piece of me sent to heaven. I told him to go run around, roll in the grass and keep "grandpa, my dad" company. I woke up around 2 this morning, to go to the bathroom and found myself "stepping over" where he would've been laying down at. What's even more weird was when I parked the car, my cat Bootsie looked out the window, as if to look and wonder where Smokey was. Around 9, Bootsie let out 2 loud meow's. It's like he knew Smokey was gone forever. I swear and Im convinced my pets knew about Smokey and his destination before I did.
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