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Very bad weekend...
Nov. 29th, 2004 11:29 pmSome of you may recall me previously mentioning that I'd found out that my sheltie had a heart murmur. Well, she's had her good days and her not-so-good ones since then. She was coughing more and more (one sign of increasing heart difficulties) and sometimes she had trouble getting her breath. Friday night/Saturday morning, she took a sudden, severe, turn for the worse. By late Saturday afternoon, she was gone.
It's hit the whole family hard. We discussed waiting till spring to look for a new puppy but the house is just too quiet without four little feet clicking their way through it. So we've started looking for a suitable pup and it looks like it may take months on a waiting list to get a suitable one from a reputable breeder (I want to see agility and flyball dogs from the same bloodlines - parental hip x rays and so on aside, active sporting dogs are *proof* that the kennel is breeding healthy shelties).
So - I'm alternating between "sad-but-mostly-okay" and heartbroken, with the occasional moment where I almost forget and actually feel okay, then remember and feel even more awful, tossed in for good measure. I've tried losing myself in writing but unfortunately I really don't have the concentration for it at the moment, and I can't stand to work in the privacy and quiet of my computer room - the empty floorspace beside my chair is way too painful. I may manage to get caught up on email since I can work at that in bits and drabs working at the laptop on the couch in the living room, the one room in the entire house that the dog was never allowed in.
It's hit the whole family hard. We discussed waiting till spring to look for a new puppy but the house is just too quiet without four little feet clicking their way through it. So we've started looking for a suitable pup and it looks like it may take months on a waiting list to get a suitable one from a reputable breeder (I want to see agility and flyball dogs from the same bloodlines - parental hip x rays and so on aside, active sporting dogs are *proof* that the kennel is breeding healthy shelties).
So - I'm alternating between "sad-but-mostly-okay" and heartbroken, with the occasional moment where I almost forget and actually feel okay, then remember and feel even more awful, tossed in for good measure. I've tried losing myself in writing but unfortunately I really don't have the concentration for it at the moment, and I can't stand to work in the privacy and quiet of my computer room - the empty floorspace beside my chair is way too painful. I may manage to get caught up on email since I can work at that in bits and drabs working at the laptop on the couch in the living room, the one room in the entire house that the dog was never allowed in.
