That would be a good skill to learn. *pause* The gift of sight?
In case anyone was wondering, watching 4 hours of training videos alone inside of a refrigerator is worth it if you get to take home chocolate covered strawberries and bananas. The light at the end of a 13 hour workday tunnel was gooey and delicious.
However, my confectionery ecstacy was shattered by some sad news this morning. My family's dog developed an enormous cyst a while ago, which she chewed open two days ago, causing her to bleed profusely. The vet said that he couldn't do anything, because she would eventually do it again even if he bandaged the wound. She was just in terrible pain, which my family never noticed, because dogs don't show weakness for fear of being preyed on by other animals. So the put her to sleep and told me today.
I think she was the only family member everyone loved. I'll miss that fluffball. I think everyone else is way more upset than I am though. I just haven't been around. It reminds me how detached I am from them. They're missing something that has brought them joy nearly every day for a long time, but I have almost no part in that everyday routine. It might have been several months before I figured it out that she was gone. Like when my grandparents put my cat down and I found out a year later. They even told me periodically that she was doing fine. Come to think of it, it was pretty much the same thing with the doves, the rabbits, and the humongous goldfish. And the kitten Mj tried save when it got squished. I'm always the last to know.
I just remembered how ten years ago, shelby (the one that just died) attacked a squirrel, which greatly upset the ten year old me. I wrestled it from her grip, and tried to nurse it back to health by bundling it up and putting it in one of my doll houses. This undoubtedly prolonged its suffering, which didn't occur to me at the time. I should have let nature run its course. Anyways, it died after about a day, and when we buried it my mom tried to make me feel better about death, that maybe it wasn't so dismal and final. She told me that maybe it would be re-incarnated as a dog, so that it would understand what it was like to enjoy hunting things. And maybe one day , when shelby died, she would become a squirrel and understand that way of life. I thought about this strange idea so intently that I stopped being sad. In spite of it all, this still makes me laugh.
So on a closing note, be kind to squirrels.
However, my confectionery ecstacy was shattered by some sad news this morning. My family's dog developed an enormous cyst a while ago, which she chewed open two days ago, causing her to bleed profusely. The vet said that he couldn't do anything, because she would eventually do it again even if he bandaged the wound. She was just in terrible pain, which my family never noticed, because dogs don't show weakness for fear of being preyed on by other animals. So the put her to sleep and told me today.
I think she was the only family member everyone loved. I'll miss that fluffball. I think everyone else is way more upset than I am though. I just haven't been around. It reminds me how detached I am from them. They're missing something that has brought them joy nearly every day for a long time, but I have almost no part in that everyday routine. It might have been several months before I figured it out that she was gone. Like when my grandparents put my cat down and I found out a year later. They even told me periodically that she was doing fine. Come to think of it, it was pretty much the same thing with the doves, the rabbits, and the humongous goldfish. And the kitten Mj tried save when it got squished. I'm always the last to know.
I just remembered how ten years ago, shelby (the one that just died) attacked a squirrel, which greatly upset the ten year old me. I wrestled it from her grip, and tried to nurse it back to health by bundling it up and putting it in one of my doll houses. This undoubtedly prolonged its suffering, which didn't occur to me at the time. I should have let nature run its course. Anyways, it died after about a day, and when we buried it my mom tried to make me feel better about death, that maybe it wasn't so dismal and final. She told me that maybe it would be re-incarnated as a dog, so that it would understand what it was like to enjoy hunting things. And maybe one day , when shelby died, she would become a squirrel and understand that way of life. I thought about this strange idea so intently that I stopped being sad. In spite of it all, this still makes me laugh.
So on a closing note, be kind to squirrels.