As usual, it has been a while since my last post so, I figured I would touch bases with you all and let you know what has been going on with yours truly.
Well, as you know, we said good-bye to our beloved sweet dog Frizbee in October and, we still miss him. I have moments where I feel my heart shatter again, just a little, at the thought of him no longer wandering this globe and sniffing his favorite spots in our yard and on walks around the neighborhood. My worst shatter comes when I remember his last night with us. Sometime in the late day, early evening, he started begging to go outside. Not because he had to go to the bathroom but, because he was ready to leave us and he wanted to do that under our dogwood tree in our backyard. I don't know why he chose that spot other than what I have been told. I have learned that pack animals, like Frizbee, will leave the pack when they are dying, and they will chose a spot a good distance from the pack to die alone. So, it is our understanding that that was the spot that he wanted to breath his last breathes. It was cold that day, really windy and a little miserable and, I didn't want him to die alone there. I had to wait until my husband got home to get him back into the house because he literally wouldn't walk anymore. The hubby picked him up and carried him back into the house. Sometime later, Frizbee did it again, the hubby brought him back in again and, this continued throughout the night. We chose to sleep downstairs with Frizbee on his last night and, sometime around 2 AM, he started whining to go out again. I mistakenly let him out and, I couldn't get him back in. The hubby tried to reason with me and get me to understand that Frizbee wanted to go his way and his way was outside under the dogwood. But, I just couldn't handle that thought. However, I had actually resolved myself to giving into what Frizbee wanted. I knew it was what was best for him, even though I hated the idea of going outside in the morning to find him deceased back there. I didn't want to have to look at that spot every time I went in my backyard, and start mourning our loss all over again. I didn't want that spot to become something hard for me to look at. But, I was giving in when the hubby decided to go get him back in here anyway. So, it was a tough night. Frizbee whined all night long and no one got much sleep. We got up and took him to the vet first thing. We couldn't stay in the room with him when they sent him to Heaven so, someone came out to our car and carried him away and we left. I swear that that was one of the hardest trips we have ever had to make. It flat out sucked. That afternoon, we took a walk on our local Greenway and reminisced. It was tough and we both almost broke down a few times throughout that walk but, it was cathartic and we both felt a little better after the walk. We know we did the right thing by Frizbee. We only wish that we knew a month sooner, when we found out that he had cancer, just how bad it was going to get for him exactly one month later. His decline was steady literally minute by minute in the last 2 weeks of his life. If we had known what we learned only one month later, we would have sent him to Heaven within that week. It was hard to watch our sweet happy boy become so sad and so obviously ready to let go of his life. We will always miss him but, it has gotten easier.
Next up...my sister. She is cancer free. It was only a tiny little cell of it on a giant mass and she was fortunate that she found it as early as she did because it was a very aggressive cancer that could very quickly and very easily have become something potentially deadly. She has to go every 6 months for Mammograms and will always have to be mindful that it can come back but, for now, she is healthy. Whew!
I told you all about a friend of mine that was in Afghanistan. I am pretty certain he is home now but, I haven't heard from him for a very long time so, I am worried about him and, I really hope to hear from him again soon. I think he was due back in the states in October but, I haven't heard from him since the end of July. Sheesh! Please keep your fingers crossed that he is well and that maybe I'll hear from him again.
I have been busy with my greeting cards and my Stamp Club. I am up to somewhere around 20 customers now. They aren't all regular but, I have about 14 girls that come on a fairly regular basis to our monthly clubs. And, over the past 2 months, I grew my customer base by 3 ladies. How great is that? I truly love my "job". I feel like I was born to do it. I am usually a pretty shy girl so, for me to feel as comfortable as I do teaching my ladies how to make cards and gift boxes, you just know it is the perfect fit for me.
Well, at least for now, that is about all I have to tell you. Until next time... :)
