hugs Kim

My day, well the plumber turned up, so did the screen guy and the electrition for the stove.

Glad everyone is out now. Quiet is good.

So sorry to hear that Kim... ouch! Never nice having to put down pets.

Kim, my condolences to you.
I can't even imagine the day I lose my "Mr. Bear"
Please take it easy

Gr'ass, enjoy your empty home, working toilet and stove :)

i'm sorry , kim, that you had to part with your furry friend. thinking of you, praying for comfort.
cathy

Thanks for the condolences, everyone...it really helps!

We buried Snuffles (his name given by his previous owners, not us!) in our yard, very close to our back door (the door we use most often). When we go out, we always say, "Bye Snuff!" Silly, I know, but it makes us all feel better.

The other two dogs have been affected by it too. The night of his death, one wouldn't go in the kennel she shared with Snuffles and then the next morning she wouldn't get out of it, and the other one won't spend time in the family room where we are most often, instead choosing to go off by himself which is something he never did before. It's sad to see.

My day today was actually a good one, though. Perhaps not having to worry about Snuffles made it easier? I don't know, but it was a good day and I'll take them whenever I can get them!

Hope everyone else's day went well.

Hugs tight

My bid dog Walkers tumors are coming back. We had skin cancers cut out of his belly the middle of the year. His belly is covered by them again already.

It's not fair on him to put him through surgery again. He was in so much pain from it last time.
We are planning on keeping him comfortable for as long as possible. These aren't his only tumors. He has about eight differant types on him. One of the downsides of having a boxer (or in our case, boxer cross)

My husband caught me trying to pick a fight with him since I was feeling vulnerable (I always feel wicked vunerable when I have a cold) and he called me on my s**t. He begged me to be nice to him... the look in his eyes broke my heart. Veiled had put this in a post a while back and it totally resonates with how I feel/have felt:

[I get upset because my husband can function and I feel like a weight, a literal ball and chain!]

Now granted my husband has PTSD and has his own stuff... but he has worked hard at being nice to me. What do you do when it's hard to accept someone being nice... and how do you find the energy to be nice back. That may sound "bad." As I explained to him, going back to work was for his sake and my dogs' sake. I didn't want him to be so stressed out all the time... while I wasn't working. So I went back and am doing well... but by the time I get home, I am totally wiped. And I feel like I don't have anything to give let alone deal with an exuberant puppy Cane Corso, figuring out dinner and trying to not add to the disaster that the house is in. I know i have my crap to work through... albeit alot less than it used to be. But why does it feel like so much energy to be nice to the people who are important... when I spend all that energy on co-workers and s**t? Not really looking for answers, just thinking out loud.

I just get so damn frustrated trying to achieve for more than functional (not just in myhead but in every day life)... when energy seems like such a precious and very limited resource....

nov :hugs: tight

Almost considering attempting that SLEEP thing.

Almost. Would be great if every time I closed my eyes I didn't jerk awake, convinced I heard the door open.

Grrs at self.

Oh honey, you're singing my song! I've always known that my energy was not a limitless resource, but for the past few months, it's gotten pretty damned limited! It seems like the work day takes all of your engery (for concentration, focusing, not drifting out, etc.) and just sucks it up and when you get home...*boom* you're done! And when you're tired and worn out, snapping comes so much easier. I've apologized to my family more times than I can count for biting their heads off when I get home from work.

And then on the weekends I feel like such a slug. Hell...it's 2pm and I'm still in my PJ's.

Here's hoping that as my 'stuff' gets worked out, I'll find that balance I used to have. Hope you do, too. *hugs*

Wish I could answer how's my day been but can't remember......do know we bought a X'mas tree today and that tonight I've been depressed. Rest of the day, I'd have to think mighty hard to remember....far too difficult at this hour.