Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I haven’t written in a long, LONG, time.  Been busy, been tired, pick an excuse.  Dad used to tell me that if you’re looking for an excuse, one is just as good as another.
The past year has been sent finding, and settling, me.  The guy I was dating and I broke up in September.  I had thought that I was going to be spending the rest of my life with him, but ultimately, we couldn’t reach a compromise.  I didn’t want to move unless he was willing to commit to me (engagement, wedding date), and he didn’t want to make that commitment until I was willing to move.  Catch 22 much?  We broke up, and a week later he was “in a relationship” a week later.  Gotta love Facebook, right?  In the next few weeks, I took off to visit one of my best friends in Seattle.  I call him Seattle, since the first time he called and it said “Seattle calling”.  While there, my beloved furry delight, Britney, died.  She had not been doing well over the week prior to my leaving, and even the night before, I laid there and stroked her and said my goodbyes.  Best case scenario I would be taking her to the vet when I came back.  I’ve questioned my leaving her many times, but ultimately, it worked out the very best that it could.  My friend Andi and I trade animal care, and she called me Wed. morning to let me know that Britney was really bad.  In turn, I called Karey, since she said her son was getting out of school early, to get him to take her to the vet.  By the time A. could get to my house, Britney had died.  Karey, who on a good day is a force to be reckoned with, left work, and between Austin, Ronnie, and herself, took my puppy to her vet and arranged to have her cremated.  Austin and Ronnie cleaned my house for me.  There was nothing for me to deal with.  Karey even tracked down Seattle and had him on his way home  before she even called me.  As he pointed out – I am not one to ask for help.  This way, not only did I not have to deal with the aftermath of my puppy passing away, but I was able to appreciate the amazing and giving friends that I have.  When I got back on Sunday, Carolyn even offered to meet me at the house so I didn’t have to go in alone. 
When I did see Karey again a few days later, she already had picked Britney up for me, and her son and husband had made a beautiful cedar box for her.  Again, not a single detail left for me to deal with or to handle.  Friends.  They’re the family that we get to pick for ourselves. 
I didn’t start out to write about any of that, but obviously, I needed to .  Maybe I need to put some more time and thought into this whole writing thing.

Wonder Gal, I don’t know who you are, but thank you for your comments.  They were the kick in the back side that I needed.  :D