{crappy}

- that is the only way to describe today . . . truly crappy. It's cold, windy, rainy, gloomy, . . . my list can go on.



No matter the weather - when I woke up this morning, I had a decision to make and I knew that crappy was going to be Monday, November 26th, 2007.

On February 3rd, 2003 I got horrible news that I would have to put my diabetic cat down - kidneys failing, lethargic, skeleton of a cat. It had been just me and her for so long. I was devastated. I decided to do "it" the next morning.

That night a dog showed up on my front porch. An ugly, mutt-looking dog. Lonnie came home and asked where the dog came from?! Now, I'm thinking, "that fool has done brought home a dog! An ugly, mutt-looking dog." He swore he didn't, but it was so hard to believe - he had been wanting a dog for a while and I only agreed if we could wait about a year {or 5} after Katt died. {yes - that was her name. I know - very original, but she too was a stray and just always seemed to answer to "cat".} I knew that dog would just go away. After all, we agreed not to feed her so she should move on to the next house. Right?? Wrong . . . .

After I put the cat down, Lonnie took that ugly, mutt-looking dog to the vet and had her checked out & shot up - you know, all the stuff you do when you adopt ANOTHER stray. We were then informed that she was a Sheltie, a blue-merle = this means she isn't the typical breed, she is a little rare, about "$500 more than an average sheltie" rare. Okay, so now maybe she isn't so "mutt-looking" to everybody else, but she is to me!! I agreed to keep this dog only if Lonnie took care of her - he was the one that wanted a dog!!

Six days later, we got news of Lonnie's deployment!! That is what happens, you know, when you are in the military . . . . and you just adopted the dog "you always wanted." Good news - he was only gone for 4 months, uhmmm . . . just long enough for his dog to become my dog.

I named her Frenchie . . . because she tried to "french" anyone who got their face too close to hers. It was if she was soooo happy that she got to live with us. She would prance as if she was in some Eukakanuba (sp?) ring about to win the grand title . . . she was sooo beautiful.



I had to put Frenchie down today, she had a tumor. I couldn't see her suffering. I was so attached, more so than I was to that cat. She came at a very needed time . . . I needed her and she needed me. I held her till the end. She had to know I was there - I feel horrible. Those who know me and my dog personally are probably in just as much shock as I am right now to hear this news. I had been battling with what to do for several days. My gut told me it was cancer. Today, Dr. Weaver just confirmed it. Man, I would hate to have his job.

I've got everything ready to post the next project, just give me a day. Sorry for the wait. . . . I've just got the worse headache.