Boy, I’ve spent five days in a bad place. Felt nearly normal on Saturday then had a maudlin Sunday and yesterday went into a banging rage over nothing. I was absolutely not ready for human company and no fun at all during the Monday morning water run.
But dealing with my feelings was never my best thing, so it’s time to get some work done. Yesterday I did remember to bring home a sack of concrete, so this morning while it was still somewhat cool I poured Laddie’s headstone pedestal…
…which in the fullness of time will wear one of those cool marble markers Landlady gets for all good dead pets.
I have been somewhat busy throughout, at least sporadically: I haven’t let things go to hell while I was wallowing in self-pity. Borrowed a vacuum cleaner and can honestly report that the Lair hasn’t been this free of dog hair since it was constructed. Sad but true: Shedding was Laddie’s one confirmed superpower. I swear that dog shed his weight in hair daily and I’d be lying if I claimed I’m going to miss that. My quilt even looks like a camo quilt again and not a hair blanket. Still getting used to having the bed to myself, though.
I just made a small donation towards Laddie’s marker.
Thanks, Charlotte. Got it.
You can call them pets, but they are more than that.
I should have said “We call them pets”
It’s good to see you Joel.
Also bumped the jar.
Wallowing in self-pity is good, for a day or three, but you got to get over it.
I lost the best dog I ever had at the worst time she could have expired. My wife had Stent implants on schedule on a Friday. I got up and the Dog was sick. Hurling all over the floor and whatnot. I wanted to do something, but when the Dog is sick and the wife has Heart surgery, what’cha gonna do?
I got home in time to take her to the Vet on Friday afternoon because they didn’t put Stents in. She was blocked up enough that she had a double bypass the next Monday Morning. The fine Dog passed away at the Vet on Sunday afternoon before the Surgery was scheduled. The wife did fine, but my Puppy was still gone.
I was twitchy as all get out for about three weeks thereafter.
But you got to get over it. It took me two years, but we have a new Dog. She’s a complete idiot, and a failure as a “devoted dog”, but she’s a rescue, and she’s the dog I now have.
Life goes on.
RIP Torso Boy. You were loved by humans that never had the pleasure of meeting you personally…..
How much do you need for the marker?
Let me know, Email me and I will send you a check.
I offered, BTW, in the other post comments, but you might have missed it at the time
B: I honestly don’t know how much they cost, maybe Landlady will see this and tell us. It’s kind of her thing. I can tell you we have $125 currently in the kitty and I’m guessing that won’t do it.
Joel, I can help with your deficit. Email me. Some things are important. God has been good to me, let me share some of that with you for a marker.