Heh.
I've been totally weepy for the past 24 hours. I just ate a fortune cookie with the following fortune:
Your sensitivity is an asset.
Heh.
And I guess, now that I'm feeling a little bit less vulnerable, I'm ready to talk about this a little bit. The past couple of days have been really rough.
I found out that my aunt has uterine cancer on Wednesday. She's having surgery on Monday. Everyone seems fairly positive about it, but it's hard to be so given the subject matter. She has three children (ages 18, 19, & 21) & I'm particularly worried about them. On the other hand, I'm extremely grateful that they have such a strong support system built right into our family - with our cousins & aunts & uncles.
Also, my dog died yesterday. I knew it was going to hurt but it's hit me a lot harder than I expected. I keep thinking things like how he was alone when he died and how he was trying to get to my parents' bedroom but couldn't and collapsed halfway. Or how I didn't get to say goodbye and how it took all of my strength last night not to drive over to my parents' house and curl up next to his fly-ridden body. It's breaking my heart.
So are the good memories though - like wrapping up a bone and a tub of Snausages every Christmas and taking them outside to the backyard for him on Christmas morning. The bone would get immediately buried but I'd give him a few Snausages every time I came over to visit. I did this for him every single year - it was our thing. He was given his last two when I saw him last.
My neighbor buried him in my parents' backyard this morning.
I miss him so much already.
Your sensitivity is an asset.
Heh.
And I guess, now that I'm feeling a little bit less vulnerable, I'm ready to talk about this a little bit. The past couple of days have been really rough.
I found out that my aunt has uterine cancer on Wednesday. She's having surgery on Monday. Everyone seems fairly positive about it, but it's hard to be so given the subject matter. She has three children (ages 18, 19, & 21) & I'm particularly worried about them. On the other hand, I'm extremely grateful that they have such a strong support system built right into our family - with our cousins & aunts & uncles.
Also, my dog died yesterday. I knew it was going to hurt but it's hit me a lot harder than I expected. I keep thinking things like how he was alone when he died and how he was trying to get to my parents' bedroom but couldn't and collapsed halfway. Or how I didn't get to say goodbye and how it took all of my strength last night not to drive over to my parents' house and curl up next to his fly-ridden body. It's breaking my heart.
So are the good memories though - like wrapping up a bone and a tub of Snausages every Christmas and taking them outside to the backyard for him on Christmas morning. The bone would get immediately buried but I'd give him a few Snausages every time I came over to visit. I did this for him every single year - it was our thing. He was given his last two when I saw him last.
My neighbor buried him in my parents' backyard this morning.
I miss him so much already.