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Gideon is dead.
We took him in last week for what we thought was a respiratory / sinus infection, onto to learn that the old vet had never picked up on the fact that he had a genetic heart condition. He was too far gone, even for the canine cardiologist, which was a mere glimpse of hope, at best, even if he hadn't been too far gone. It was with great sadness that we said our final goodbyes. Our new vet (who we ironically met when Gingerbelle got sick, a mere five months ago) was awesome, the perfect level of clinical information and compassionate emotion.
I am choosing to think of it like this. Gideon was just so heartbroken without Gingerbelle, that he couldn't manage one more day without her.
Losing both dogs in such a short period of time is sheer hell, and only manageable due to Gracie. Without Gideon here, Gracie has turned me into her playmate once again. The scars from her using me as her teething / chew toy as she cut her puppy teeth are just healing over. She is so mischievous. Maybe the most mischievous dog I've ever had in my life. And smart! One night I watched her climb and hop billy goat style over the barrier that should have kept her contained in the living room. And that was before she got tall.
I keep looking around for Gideon. Waiting for him to bark. Waiting for him to climb on the couch behind me and put his head on my shoulder, like he was watching every word I typed out on the laptop screen during freelance writing assignments. Waiting for him to discover that the little redhead canine girl up on the hill is in heat again, so he can race through the woods in wide circles until exhaustion forces him home again.
We had Gideon from the time he was around six weeks old. He turned 4 in March. Almost harder than losing him is watching the fireman experience this amount of grief.
No more dogs. Not right now. Maybe not ever. We still have Amazing Gracie and Gibson Girl, and they're enough. Our two little rescued mutts, who in turn seem to be rescuing us. Earlier I had this moment where the feeling of missing Gideon was so overwhelming, that I froze in place and the tears just started rolling. Gracie appeared like magic at my side from wherever she had been (likely somewhere she was not allowed, the rascal) and launched herself into my arms, licking the tears away.
It was adorable.
It was adorable, until I noticed the odor on her breath and found the slime from stink bugs she'd been eating on my cheek and jaw. A very good friend asked me the other day, "How do you do it? You've had such a rough several months. You've lost both dogs, your dad...ad yet here you are, still going." Gracie. Gracie is how I manage. I had no idea when choosing her name how well it would suit her personality.
Goodness
Earlier this year, I got a new doctor who compelled me to take all those tests I'd been putting off. We have a lot of medical stuff in the family genes and there were some warning signs I couldn't ignore any longer. The long and short of it is, I don't want to wind up like my dad who dropped dead on his front porch a few years ago because he didn't listen to his doctor.
Now I stick my finger and check my blood sugar twice a day. I've dropped forty pounds. I walk more. And (in case you missed the new pic a couple of years back) I have a golden retriever with the personality of a perpetual toddler who is really enjoying the new, more active me
News!
1. Always back up your fonts and Photoshop brushes. I did the latter, but didn't think to do the former, and now my old laptop is deader than dead. I had over 1k fonts. I need one of them, and can't recall the name. Guess what I'm doing tomorrow. Yup, downloading fonts!
2. Always use a program (like Scrivner) that automatically backs up your work. Otherwise you get that moment of "Oh THANK God!" when you see that "creating backup" message after you tried to close the program out without hitting control-S. Especially harrowing after several hours of researching / taking interview notes / writing.
3. I'll be keeping this account around for Ac
Devious Journal Entry
So the other night, my sister calls and tells me she found God. Keep in mind this is the first contact I've had with her since October when I blocked her from my Facebook account after she hurled hate speech toward me and my boys.
Apparently she's now leading a "Godly life". And after listing off her material possessions, which include a nice house, car, and man who works really hard every day, said she hopes I get the therapy I need for the mental sickness that keeps us from having a relationship, and help for my drug problem.
Considering the fact that I don't have anything in the house stronger than a Benadryl, and refuse to have a relati
Another Saturday Night
We came for salvation
We came for family
We came for all that's good that's how we'll walk away
We came to break the bad
We came to cheer the sad
We came to leave behind the world a better way
~ The Avett Brothers, "Salvation Song"
Listening to a lot of stuff like this lately, especially while working on the book I created for NaNoWriMo. The distractions are everywhere. EVERY-WHERE!
Twice I've woken from a dream with original lyrics for country western songs in my head. Can I just say that I've not been a fan of country western music since the early 1980s? And I doubt I ever will be again. This "bluegrass with a twist" station th
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