skysthelimit
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She came into this world, silently, secretively, and left just the same.
Another sad event in the string of sad events in the last few weeks of my life. Starting with the unexpected salary reduction after spending the summer draining my account making house repairs, the fiasco with not getting paid because the previous administration drained the money out of the school's accounts, having the bank account overdrawn because the automatic withdrawals that came afterwards, having to feed my rabbits what ever I could find until the money came in (lost my whole litter of mini rexes), selling rabbits I really wanted to keep to the snake man to feed the others, long awaited rabbit deals falling through and the embarrassment of explaining why, having to feed rabbits I wanted to keep to the dogs to keep them fed, hitting a hole in a construction zone that should have been covered with a steel plate resulting in the spring being ripped off of my shock and another $$$ to have the chassis rebuilt, not to mention now needing to replace the rear struts. Having some kits to raise and sell to a buyer was supposed to help pay for cost of rabbit feed. Got a call from the buyer, but no kits to sell. Getting the rabbits to breed seems trivial now, and I'm thinking who to cull to reduce the feed bill.
Tuesday someone tried to break into my church; a few months ago they broke in and stole all of our musical equipment, offering plates, alter candle holders and brass doorknockers. It's hard not to feel violated.
Phoenix breaks out of the crate, so I left her loose in the barn, like I have a choice. She likes to hang out of the loft window, tears it open no matter how I nail it closed. Well today she either fell or jumped. She's limping now. Of all of the dumb things to do, at the time when I can't afford a vet bill.
Seems like a thousand little things are conspiring to get me, to wear me down.
And now this--she was fine two days ago, a little thin, but we've all been skating by for a while. And suddenly she would not eat last night, and I knew, something was terribly wrong. In all of the mess, and me not feeling well, I missed an opportunity to diagnose her, to help her. She always was quiet, withdrawn. And now she's gone. Dropped into a shallow grave underneath the cherry tree with a rose to honor her. My little secret, lived in secret, died in secret. Never even having the dignity of a name. I know that you all understand how it is with our animals. And although they are not people, they have a way of getting hold of our hearts. My beautiful puppy is gone. What a way to end the week.
Another sad event in the string of sad events in the last few weeks of my life. Starting with the unexpected salary reduction after spending the summer draining my account making house repairs, the fiasco with not getting paid because the previous administration drained the money out of the school's accounts, having the bank account overdrawn because the automatic withdrawals that came afterwards, having to feed my rabbits what ever I could find until the money came in (lost my whole litter of mini rexes), selling rabbits I really wanted to keep to the snake man to feed the others, long awaited rabbit deals falling through and the embarrassment of explaining why, having to feed rabbits I wanted to keep to the dogs to keep them fed, hitting a hole in a construction zone that should have been covered with a steel plate resulting in the spring being ripped off of my shock and another $$$ to have the chassis rebuilt, not to mention now needing to replace the rear struts. Having some kits to raise and sell to a buyer was supposed to help pay for cost of rabbit feed. Got a call from the buyer, but no kits to sell. Getting the rabbits to breed seems trivial now, and I'm thinking who to cull to reduce the feed bill.
Tuesday someone tried to break into my church; a few months ago they broke in and stole all of our musical equipment, offering plates, alter candle holders and brass doorknockers. It's hard not to feel violated.
Phoenix breaks out of the crate, so I left her loose in the barn, like I have a choice. She likes to hang out of the loft window, tears it open no matter how I nail it closed. Well today she either fell or jumped. She's limping now. Of all of the dumb things to do, at the time when I can't afford a vet bill.
Seems like a thousand little things are conspiring to get me, to wear me down.
And now this--she was fine two days ago, a little thin, but we've all been skating by for a while. And suddenly she would not eat last night, and I knew, something was terribly wrong. In all of the mess, and me not feeling well, I missed an opportunity to diagnose her, to help her. She always was quiet, withdrawn. And now she's gone. Dropped into a shallow grave underneath the cherry tree with a rose to honor her. My little secret, lived in secret, died in secret. Never even having the dignity of a name. I know that you all understand how it is with our animals. And although they are not people, they have a way of getting hold of our hearts. My beautiful puppy is gone. What a way to end the week.
{{hugs}}
