So I’m not religious but I do notice strange things somehow happen in my life when I am the most at my breaking point. Maybe it is coincidence. Maybe the world just balances itself out. Who knows. On Monday night after watching Kiwi die I was just absolutely devastated. I was mentally pleading to the universe for help dealing with it.
When I woke up yesterday I had an email from a vaccine place I had emailed Friday asking about if they had a wait list for extra doses. They were opening up the vaccine process to my phase group and they had appointments available THAT DAY. WOW. A few minutes later I had appointments for both shots. A few hours later I had the first vaccine.
What I came to find out later last night was that this wasn’t the new normal but a one time thing they did yesterday because of the weather. The odd thing was the weather wasn’t that bad. Yes it was cold but it wasn’t precipitating and the roads were clear.
I know this is going to make me sound crazy but I am going to choose to believe Kiwi had something to do with that. Yesterday was still unbelievably hard but that made it somewhat easier. She was always the type who would sleep at the foot of our bed until someone had a bad day and then she would be there right next to us trying to do what she could. Even though it was dumb luck I know she wouldn’t want us to be sad and that was probably the only thing that would have made much of a difference.
I don’t know about feral cats, but our Amish puppy mill rescue is currently stretched out in front of me for a belly rub.
When we first got him he would not let us touch him. But he liked it when it happened. Then after a few months he would “let” us trap him on the corner of the couch. Now the morning belly rub is essential to start the day.
One thing we did was make sure he had to spend time in the same room with us while we watched tv a couple of hours a day. Maybe get one of those cat fishing pole toys? Treats directly from your hand?
Hah. He had to adjust. He hates the microwave done signal or a timer going off. We though the first week we were going to have to carry him up and down the stairs for life. He loved our older dog so much that he learned to follow her.
It really sucks how they treat animals. He is afraid of running water. Turns out they would hose down the cages with the animals inside.
I read an article that you don’t want them hiding under a bed or couch constantly, so I rearranged the room so there’s only a box with their bed in it. Then I just sat there and talked a little. They didn’t seem too nervous, none of the indications from the article like ears pinned back. Eventually they just sat there.
Just dropping in to let you guys know we all share this loss with you.
Nothing you said sounded crazy at all.
When you think about it; dogs are the best representation of humans on this earth in myriad ways. They are the closest things to angels that we know exist.
We are now a two-dog family as James, a rescued Morkie, has joined the pack. Roxie has welcomed him with open arms which was our #1 concern, so we are super stoked.
I just bolted from a massage only 15 min in becuse I had this overwhelming feeling I left my dog outside. It’s -27 today. Ran three red lights to race home. And of course he is was sitting in the window looking out!
Hopefully there were no red light cams!
Man that was scary! I’m all jacked up on adrenaline now.
Thankfully I am 1,000 miles away. Required a staple job.
The Dachsund had been around my other granddog (Aussie) but he is used to running around with other dogs in the yard and woods. She was either being territorially or like my chihuahua mix she doesn’t like her face sniffed.
Apparently Zoey still likes Vin. She doesn’t seem too bothered.
