I've been in a bit of a funk as of late. I never really ever find out what causes these times, but they come out of nowhere and last for an unpredictable time period. Today is the peak of said funkness, probably because of the following.
All heck has broken loose all day today, and I've been uber-busy. In the midst of it all, I get a 12 year old dog that is very, very sick. The owner is a middle-aged woman and her friend is in the room with her for moral support. I told the owner that her dog is on death's door. She wasn't really prepared for what I told her. After telling her the options, which are basically none, she started crying. Her friend was trying to support her and the owner said, "I wish I could die with the dog."
Now that's heavy.
Her husband died a year or two ago on March 23rd, and she wanted to put the dog to sleep on that day. I told her that the dog probably won't last that long.
She decided to say her good-byes tonight, and have the dog euthanized tomorrow. As they were leaving, I pulled the friend aside and gave her a pet loss brochure. It was then that the friend told me that the owner had just gotten done with 11 months of cancer treatment. It was then that I realized that the reason why the lady was taking it so hard was because I told her that I really suspect that her dog had cancer.
The irony is painful.
So, now I really feel like lump of a$$. It's been a rough day. I feel about as useless as tits on a boar hog.*
Count your blessings everyone, because now my problems don't seem so large when I compare them to what this widow lady has gone through.
Keep on keepin' on.
P.S. Sorry for the downer post-to-post writing. Hopefully, I'll write something a bit more on the up and up next time.
* I really don't feel that way. I just really like that saying, and I found a spot to throw it into this post. Sorry.
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