Tasha
Well, it has been a monumentally shitty 24hrs. Had to take my car in to be MOTed and foolishly took it to Renault because they gave us an offer of £19 for the MOT and also a free service. Too good to be true, right? Yup, they failed my car on three things and wanted £600 excluding VAT, which would probably add an extra £120 on to the price. Suffice to say, I do not have that kind of money just lying around, so I've taken the car to my uncle who is going to fix it and re-MOT it for me. ARGH! When did Risa turn in to such a money pit?! All these years she's been fine but now, just when I need to be saving up she gives me crap *sigh* Anyway, it's got to be done, so I'm trying to just live with it. Luckily, my uncle says the work can be done for around £300 (I was originally told £100, but apparently my dad needs to work on the art of communication *sigh* Makes me feel even worse now) but that shows how much they add on the price for labour...bastards...
Anyway, I then had to rush off after work to judge an Open show with mum, my first. I was very excited. I like judging, but I'm kind of scared by it at the same time. Especially this time as I was doing breeds I've not got much experience with. I always feel that the people outside of the ring are judging me, which they are. I just haven't got the confidence yet to ignore what other people are thinking I guess, but I'm trying to stick to mum's advice of "As long as you can justify your decision then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because that was your call." (I may have paraphrased :-P) She didn't agree with my BOB Dalmation thought I should have given it to the puppy, but my choices won the Utility group and Puppy so I can be happy about that :-D
*sigh* Anyway, we got back home at about 11:15pm to hear Tasha screaming down in the kennels. Mum said she could hear her from down the road. So we run down there to see what's happening and find her laid on the concrete floor in a puddle of water from their bowl that's been knocked over having some kind of fit from the looks of it. She was tense as a board, flailing occasionally and alternating between screaming and whimpering. So we bring her into the house wrapped in a warm blanket in a dog bed while mum makes the call to the vet. I just sat with her and it was the worst feeling of my life to be sat next to her, hearing her cry out and not being able to help her, to know what's wrong and do something . It was made worse by knowing that she didn't know we were there, didn't know where she was or that we were there to help her. Anyway, with the vet called, mum and dad set out for the surgery, mum and I sharing a look of: you know what's coming don't you. *sigh* So they drove off with Tash after I'd said a good bye and mum told me to take my pills and head to bed coz I needed to be up early for work in the morning and I had to drive a strange car (since mine was off the road). So I sat and I cried, put a few sad posts on fb, took my pills and started to get ready for bed. When I was just about to turn out the lights my parents arrive home (this is about midnight). Dad took Tash round back, all wrapped up and peaceful and mum and I hugged and I said "we thought this would be Tasha's year". The vet had apparently said that she had some kind of brain problem since it wasn't the usual type of fit/seizure you would expect as she never came out of it.
So, that was my yesterday.
RIP Claran Tasha Yar, my beautiful Japanese Shiba Inu of 14 years. I will post a picture tomorrow, when I have slept.
But for now, before anything else goes wrong with life I will abandon the waking world.
Good night all, I hope you are doing better :-)
luv
K
P.S. I chose the icon because I felt the need for some shippy goodness to try and make me feel better :-)
Anyway, I then had to rush off after work to judge an Open show with mum, my first. I was very excited. I like judging, but I'm kind of scared by it at the same time. Especially this time as I was doing breeds I've not got much experience with. I always feel that the people outside of the ring are judging me, which they are. I just haven't got the confidence yet to ignore what other people are thinking I guess, but I'm trying to stick to mum's advice of "As long as you can justify your decision then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because that was your call." (I may have paraphrased :-P) She didn't agree with my BOB Dalmation thought I should have given it to the puppy, but my choices won the Utility group and Puppy so I can be happy about that :-D
*sigh* Anyway, we got back home at about 11:15pm to hear Tasha screaming down in the kennels. Mum said she could hear her from down the road. So we run down there to see what's happening and find her laid on the concrete floor in a puddle of water from their bowl that's been knocked over having some kind of fit from the looks of it. She was tense as a board, flailing occasionally and alternating between screaming and whimpering. So we bring her into the house wrapped in a warm blanket in a dog bed while mum makes the call to the vet. I just sat with her and it was the worst feeling of my life to be sat next to her, hearing her cry out and not being able to help her, to know what's wrong and do something . It was made worse by knowing that she didn't know we were there, didn't know where she was or that we were there to help her. Anyway, with the vet called, mum and dad set out for the surgery, mum and I sharing a look of: you know what's coming don't you. *sigh* So they drove off with Tash after I'd said a good bye and mum told me to take my pills and head to bed coz I needed to be up early for work in the morning and I had to drive a strange car (since mine was off the road). So I sat and I cried, put a few sad posts on fb, took my pills and started to get ready for bed. When I was just about to turn out the lights my parents arrive home (this is about midnight). Dad took Tash round back, all wrapped up and peaceful and mum and I hugged and I said "we thought this would be Tasha's year". The vet had apparently said that she had some kind of brain problem since it wasn't the usual type of fit/seizure you would expect as she never came out of it.
So, that was my yesterday.
RIP Claran Tasha Yar, my beautiful Japanese Shiba Inu of 14 years. I will post a picture tomorrow, when I have slept.
But for now, before anything else goes wrong with life I will abandon the waking world.
Good night all, I hope you are doing better :-)
luv
K
P.S. I chose the icon because I felt the need for some shippy goodness to try and make me feel better :-)