So, part of my plan for this year is to start writing on this blog more... and, as you can see, things are moving slow. But, the truth is, out here in the real world things are moving fast!
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This year has started off with a couple of bumps, but I'm trying to take it in stride.
Sadly, at seventeen years old, we had to finally say goodbye to our little poodle, Ginger.
My parents made the decision after over ten years of wonderful times with her. She was my mom's "baby" and went to work with her every day. We first met Ginger outside of a craft show when I was in seventh grade. The SPCA had all the adoptable dogs out on display and she waited until we walked up to put her nose through and it was all over. We adopted Ginger with the plan to give her to my great grandmother to keep her company, but we wanted to get her spayed and cleaned up first, so we took her home. She was already and adult, estimated around three or four years, but after going to the vet, we found out she was closer to six or seven years. We soon became attached and realized she wouldn't be going to Grandma's, she was our dog.
Not long after we rescued Ginger my grandma had a severe stroke that left her in assisted living. We constantly brought Ginger to the home to visit where all the elderly women would fuss over her and tell us stories of their pets. They especially loved how Ginger would "dance" (quite exquisitely) for treats. Ginger was friendly to everyone and even tolerated being dragged around by her ears by my nephew and experienced life with two lab puppies and my little Izzy tormenting her as well. There was no doubt that Ginger was a saint.
A few years back a tumor appeared on her gums. The vet gave us a guess of about two months before we would have to make a decision. But, thankfully, we were blessed with three more years together. However, dogs can't last forever, which was reinforced with
the loss of Indy in April. With the family so devastated from losing Indy so young, my mom told Ginger she had better hold on.
In September, a visit to the vet for a cough showed a large tumor on Ginger's lung. The vet explained this would lead to her demise. She explained that even if the tumor was operable, at Ginger's age it would not help. Our only option was to keep her comfortable. We were given pain medication and Ginger's ability to be spoiled went way up. The week of Christmas it became clear that it was time to make a decision. Her body was giving out before her spirit, but with the holidays it just became too much. My parents waited, hoping she might pass on her own over the holiday while the vets were closed, but she didn't. It was especially hard on my dad who still struggles with the "what ifs" from losing Indy. But, with Ginger, there were no "what ifs". There was no "getting better". She was around seventeen, the oldest dog the vets sees, and she lived an incredible, happy life.
On January third they finally made the decision to take her in. They said their goodbyes and buried her beneath the oak tree at their home alongside all the other amazing dogs we have owned. Losing a pet is never easy, but we have been thankful that this goodbye was more easily accepted than with Indy. We couldn't have possibly asked for more time with her and we were so blessed to have had all these amazing years and wonderful memories with our little girl. Ginger, you will be missed.
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A few other things have been a little "off" lately too. My dad's health issues seem to be causing him more and more difficulty and appear to relate to Rheumatoid Arthritis, but we are not entirely sure yet. At fifty, he seems to young to be having the amount of pain and discomfort he is experiencing.
Also, within the first week of January I got a flat tire and cracked a tooth! This isn't a good way to start this year. However, I don't want you thinking this post is all bad. Despite these "bummers" that keep popping up, I feel alright. I'm trying to just take everything in stride and it is going pretty well. Not one of these "bad things" has been within my control and I have had to accept that.
While on one hand things were getting rough, the other hand was having fun. This week my work started back up and next week I start my third semester in the master's program and I start seeing families! <--- EEEK!
And, since this is a home blog and not just some diary (which I treat it as anyway)...
We started our kitchen renovation!
On New Year's Eve we started to demolish our kitchen and now we have taken it so much farther! You just wait... these cabinets are no longer stained with that icky-sticky cherry finish and there is already a beautiful back-splash and counter-top installed!
I promise I will post details soon, but in the meantime, a 52 pound Saint Bernard puppy needs to go get his last round of shots at the vet!