Can you be an old cat lady if you have a boyfriend?
Bah. I hate going this long in between entries because then I always have so much I want to write about AND THEN I get overwhelmed AND THEN I just end up writing about nothing because, goddamnit, it's just all too much work. I also really regret not writing about Blizzcon directly after because it's not as fresh as it was and I'm sure I'll forget a lot of fun little details. I'm still not gonna write about it today but it really was a blast, even better than the first, and maybe I'll even post pictures. That will so not happen.
The biggest thing I am absolutely going to skimp over because it still upsets me and I don't want to dwell on it, but something REALLY good came from it so I'll be brief - a few days after Christmas, we lost Simba. I'm not going to go into details because it still makes me cry when I think too much on it but JESUS CHRIST, I didn't expect it to hit me so hard or take so long before I felt not awful about it. Shaun was just ... my rock throughout the whole experience. He was so patient and loving and soothing. He spent, like, every waking moment with me because he knew I'd just dissolve into a little puddle of sadness and depression if left to my own devices. He never once got frustrated at the countless times I broke into tears and was just there for me. And I know I made the experience like a billion times worse for him because I totally just LOST it at the vet's office and I could see how much harder it was making the whole thing to process for him.
Shaun, knowing me oh-so-well, took me that day (like directly from the tragedy) to the city pound where we played with like six different cats and ended up with the beautiful, wonderful, adorable Miss Phoebe. I went in there dead set on getting a male, a tabby, as close to a Simba clone as I could find - and we walked out with a little tortoiseshell girl. The exact opposite of what I wanted because she was just IT from the moment we watched her walk up to the glass to try and get our attention. It was really a better decision than I could have anticipated. She's quite young and I've never really had a young kitty before so it's just a whole new experience. She plays CONSTANTLY, she cuddles, she makes the most adorable trilling sound everytime she does, like, anything, and she's iiiiiiiiitty bitty. Just a tiny little girl. And Shaun was absolutely right here; though it took me a ridiculously long time to feel normal again after we lost Simba, Phoebe's shining little presence in our lives helped immensely and gave me somewhere to pour all the love and sadness I would have had filling me to the brim and driving me nuts. She's just so wonderful and, while no cat could ever replace the perfection that was Simba, she's creating even more space in my heart for animal love.
And then there's my poor little Mangerdoodle whose skin condition has flared back up. Seems likely to be something we'll have to deal with endlessly and, with the issues he has growing back his hair, that really sucks. The skin stuff creates these huge holes in his fur and this is in ADDITION to the patch of fur he's missing from when he was attacked, that never grew back. Poor little guy. It's amazing though, people still ooh and ahh at him when we go out and walk him, even though he's missing like HALF his body's fur. Pretty good testament to him being pretty much the cutest dog that exists on this planet.
Okay, well, I didn't mean to babble on for ten hours about my animals but Shaun's making us do a 25-man for boss clean up tonight (ugggggh, 25-man whyyyyy), so I've gotta skedaddle and help Shaun finish dinner so I can get a few things done before raid. This third night of raid is kiiiiiiiiiilling me but, to be fair, it takes like an hour to clear what we don't do on heroic so it's not actually THAT bad and it's supposed to only be temporary to get some bench players a bit of gear in preparation for WoD. Which is fair. But God, three nights a week of raiding, even if one of those is pretty quick and only normals .... my body is not ready. Stupid helping other people out. *grumble*
*I've also been trying lots of fun new stuff with make-up. I need to remember to write about that, since Danielle and I bouncing ideas off of each other has been fun (though we're both horribly inept at the whole thing)!
The biggest thing I am absolutely going to skimp over because it still upsets me and I don't want to dwell on it, but something REALLY good came from it so I'll be brief - a few days after Christmas, we lost Simba. I'm not going to go into details because it still makes me cry when I think too much on it but JESUS CHRIST, I didn't expect it to hit me so hard or take so long before I felt not awful about it. Shaun was just ... my rock throughout the whole experience. He was so patient and loving and soothing. He spent, like, every waking moment with me because he knew I'd just dissolve into a little puddle of sadness and depression if left to my own devices. He never once got frustrated at the countless times I broke into tears and was just there for me. And I know I made the experience like a billion times worse for him because I totally just LOST it at the vet's office and I could see how much harder it was making the whole thing to process for him.
Shaun, knowing me oh-so-well, took me that day (like directly from the tragedy) to the city pound where we played with like six different cats and ended up with the beautiful, wonderful, adorable Miss Phoebe. I went in there dead set on getting a male, a tabby, as close to a Simba clone as I could find - and we walked out with a little tortoiseshell girl. The exact opposite of what I wanted because she was just IT from the moment we watched her walk up to the glass to try and get our attention. It was really a better decision than I could have anticipated. She's quite young and I've never really had a young kitty before so it's just a whole new experience. She plays CONSTANTLY, she cuddles, she makes the most adorable trilling sound everytime she does, like, anything, and she's iiiiiiiiitty bitty. Just a tiny little girl. And Shaun was absolutely right here; though it took me a ridiculously long time to feel normal again after we lost Simba, Phoebe's shining little presence in our lives helped immensely and gave me somewhere to pour all the love and sadness I would have had filling me to the brim and driving me nuts. She's just so wonderful and, while no cat could ever replace the perfection that was Simba, she's creating even more space in my heart for animal love.
And then there's my poor little Mangerdoodle whose skin condition has flared back up. Seems likely to be something we'll have to deal with endlessly and, with the issues he has growing back his hair, that really sucks. The skin stuff creates these huge holes in his fur and this is in ADDITION to the patch of fur he's missing from when he was attacked, that never grew back. Poor little guy. It's amazing though, people still ooh and ahh at him when we go out and walk him, even though he's missing like HALF his body's fur. Pretty good testament to him being pretty much the cutest dog that exists on this planet.
Okay, well, I didn't mean to babble on for ten hours about my animals but Shaun's making us do a 25-man for boss clean up tonight (ugggggh, 25-man whyyyyy), so I've gotta skedaddle and help Shaun finish dinner so I can get a few things done before raid. This third night of raid is kiiiiiiiiiilling me but, to be fair, it takes like an hour to clear what we don't do on heroic so it's not actually THAT bad and it's supposed to only be temporary to get some bench players a bit of gear in preparation for WoD. Which is fair. But God, three nights a week of raiding, even if one of those is pretty quick and only normals .... my body is not ready. Stupid helping other people out. *grumble*
*I've also been trying lots of fun new stuff with make-up. I need to remember to write about that, since Danielle and I bouncing ideas off of each other has been fun (though we're both horribly inept at the whole thing)!