
Hello! I’m still here. Sorry so long between posts. Between long nights playing Santa’s elf and life in general I have not felt much like blogging and this week really topped it off.
It started out very nicely. My sis and BIL came down for a visit. It was the first time they’d seen the new house. I cooked for them and they survived.
Woot!
They had brought their 3 dogs with them, so Thursday we all went to a local dog park. It was sloppy, and still icy in places but I figured that wouldn’t matter much. What I didn’t figure was that Kirby, our dog, would chase the geese… out onto the frozen lake… and fall… through a hole in the ice… in the freaking middle of the lake. No, really.
It was like watching one of those home videos on animal planet… owner calling helplessly from the shore… poor dog trying frantically to get out of the ice. Only it was me and it was my dog. Somehow, our dog was able to pull himself back onto the ice and run back to the shore. Luckily my sis is studying to be a vet and was there to instruct us on how to warm him up without sending him into shock. Kirby has no idea how lucky he is to be alive.
Of course, not wanting to be outdone by the dog, Mirage, our cat, decides to go into kidney failure. As we waved goodbye to family visitors leaving early due to incoming storms, we jumped into the car with a pre-seizure cat and headed to the vet.
That was yesterday. Today, $300 dollars later, Mirage is home but the prognosis is not good and her future is not certain. No one, not our vet or my sis or her teachers, knows why this happened or if she will get better. If her kidneys do not improve, the hard fact is we can’t afford to keep her alive on 3 different drugs and special food.
Given that, I’m finding it hard to be in a very festive mood. I really had grand plans of starting some family traditions this year and really getting into the spirit of the holidays for once. But little things all month and now this has me feeling rather humbuggy.
Oh, and my back went out too.