As most of you know I am blogging because I am not a scrapbook person! I am a journal keeper, and this is one way that I can combine the two. These are my personal thoughts, feelings, moments, friends, family, and life.
I am having a hard day today. I woke up feeling like I have a major cold coming on. I found out that my thyroid is not working, and I have more girl problems than I care to discuss. Anyhow, I took Buck to the vet tonight. It was traumatic for both of us. You see, I took Buck home with us when my dad was really sick in the hospital. He was my dads dog. He is such a good dog! He is nearly 12 years old, which is pretty old for a Golden Retriever. When I went to check Buck in for his shots and grooming I totally broke down. I started crying so hard that the office manager and another woman in line started tearing up as well. There was a mix up with my appointment, but that's not what set me crying. It was thinking about how Buck WAS my dad's dog, and now he's mine. I thought about the message that my dad left on my answering machine last year after I lost the baby. Sometimes when I play it both Buck and I sit on the kitchen floor and cry. I have never cried like that in public in my life! I wasn't embarrassed though. I excused myself and found that by exposing my emotions I drew several strangers into my mist. Several caring people that I would have never thought to share something like that with. It was a very interesting, and spiritual experience. So on the lighter side of things, I felt like my dad would have been laughing at me because I'm in a store where dogs poop on the floor and I'm standing there crying. I could hear my dad say, "don't cry. You've just had a crappy day!" And for those of you that know dad...he wouldn't have said crap. Hee hee.
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