Tough Week
From Waddle to Swaddle Blog
by Kimber Jean
Wednesday September 7, 2005
Tough Week
This week has been rough! Starting Friday, the dogs got into a fight so bad that the little one got hurt and I got in the middle of it. I ended up with a deep scratch on my leg about 12" long, bite marks on my hands and someone's tooth went through my knee. Not to mention the mammoth asthma attack I had afterwards. I had to keep them separated until Jason got home from the deer lease Saturday night which completely wore me down. I finally ended up calling Stephanie Sunday night, panicked, begging her to take the little dog, Missy, so that I didn't have to live in fear that she would be dead one day when I walked in the door. She happily agreed seeing as Missy lived with us together for three years and thinks of her as her "other mother" as I call her.
Convincing Jason was another story. He refused to let me "give my dog away". Not seeing the big picture. This wasn't for me. This wasn't for my own comfort. This was for HER. And I've been thinking, since we dropped her off, what if she can finally relax? I mean, finally sit back, with a sigh of relief and live her almost cat like life. Curled up next to Stephanie on her favorite couch in the WHOLE WORLD and be catered to every single second of the day? Not to mention having a rambunctious 10 year old to play with whom she loves dearly.
Now, if only I can get Jason off the "she's coming home in three weeks" bandwagon.
So, after we dropped her off Monday night, I broke down. Not only am I going to miss her tiny face and her sweet self, but I just let the feelings of depression that I had been feeling for about a week, overtake me. I lost it. I cried and couldn't stop. It wasn't losing Missy because I know she's fine and happy and I can see her when I want, it was just everything. The stress of the fight, the asthma attack, the two baby showers coming up in which someone from each one is driving me insane, the fact that I can't do what I need to do anymore cause I am so tired all the time, my house is a mess, and yes -- I lost my dog. The bestest friend in the whole world who I have had for eight years.
I'll get over it. My first baby shower is Saturday and I peeked at my registry. The food will be excellent, my mom is coming in town and we are serving champagne and Mimosas, which I WILL partake in, slightly. Jason made me a fabulous dinner last night of T-bone steaks, shrimp, corn on the cob, baked potato with a salad and stuffed portobello mushrooms for appetizer. I had a small glass of wine and he took care of me. Going so far as to cancel plans with friends for dinner because he knew that I had had a bad week. He mowed the lawn and cleaned out the garage, too.
But, I still miss her little face.
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