It’s Wednesday…how did it get to be Hump Day already? Well, I can tell you, it’s been one helluva week for me, and I’m hoping things will start to look up at some point.
I spent the weekend in Indiana visiting my family and helping my dad run a dog agility trial. It was a long, grueling weekend of keeping things going, as well as running Dally and LaMesa. Luckily Dally came through and was a rockstar like always, which made things a little easier. LaMesa, on the other hand, was her usual self where we had our usual struggles. Oh well, you can’t win them all!
Life has taken a big turn for me recently. I’m taking a big step and gone out on my own for right now–no more stable salary, no more stable schedule, etc. I’m looking for something new currently, but I don’t really know what direction I want to go in: Do I want to stay in the equine industry? Do I want to stay in the media sector? I don’t know. Do I dare consider going back to school for something else? I have no clue. I have a lot of questions and not one single answer at the moment…and I hate it.
Another part of my rough patch was when I had a doctor’s appointment Tuesday morning. I won’t go into detail, but they took a biopsy of something that looks like it could be pre-cancerous or cancerous. I’m hoping to get the (positive) results in the next few days.
And, finally, Tuesday afternoon I had to make the difficult phone call to the veterinarian. Mara, my 16-year-old cat, has not been doing well lately. Back in March we had one pint of fluid removed from her lungs. In May we repeated the process. But since then, she hasn’t gotten any better. She was tired–barely able to walk very far in the house before she had to lay down to catch her breath. But yesterday it was different–she wouldn’t eat her canned food, and this time she had to pant through her mouth in order to breath. When M woke up, I told him I had to call the vet. When 5 o’clock rolled around, we loaded up the car and headed to the vet. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, she died on her own while we waited for the vet to come in.
Mara was born before I went into high school. She “helped raise me” (as my mom says) through high school and college, and moved from Indiana to Texas, to Oklahoma, and now Kentucky with me and Dally.
M was just as affected by Mara’s death as I was. I’m lucky that I have him to comfort me. He’s taking recent events pretty hard, but he’s still been my rock, and for that I’m so thankful. I hope everyone is lucky to have a support system like I do.
So how have you been??