Post by springacres on Apr 19, 2019 21:45:15 GMT -5
Hi, guys! It's been awhile, but I live.
Unfortunately, I am still job hunting. I volunteer two days a week at a local tenant resource agency, but finding paid work as a paralegal is proving difficult. I've gotten interviews, but no callbacks. And this week has been even harder.
Some of you probably remember me talking about my dog, Callie, a wonderful Lab/Coonhound/
mix I adopted in May 2006. Callie was 65 pounds of love bug and wiggleworm, even as she aged. Her hindquarters were growing gradually weaker, but she was strong enough that for the most part it didn't bother her.... until this winter hitSadly, the polar vortex that hit Wisconsin this past winter took its toll, and Callie's arthritis got bad enough that we tried medicating her for it. The medication helped with the pain, but it also seemed to exacerbate her incontinence issues, so with the warmer weather I decided to take her off it. I'd seen her slowly declining over the past year, and it was incredibly painful me to watch her suffer. Every time she'd have an accident, I could see how embarrassed she was, and her arthritis was reaching the point where she could barely stand to climb the stairs to her nighttime bed anymore. If I'd had the strength, I would have put her down in January or February, but I have seasonal affective disorder and combining that with losing her would have been almost unbearable.
This past week, I finally made the call no pet owner ever wants to make. Callie went to the rainbow bridge on Wednesday, April 19, surrounded by her human family. The house feels so empty without her, but I take comfort in knowing she's no longer suffering and is reunited with her fur brother Tigger and her doggie friends Frodo, Lucy, Buddy, Carly, Daisy, and Jasper.
Callie was a funny, sweet, wonderful dog who turned every encounter with the mailman and her other human friends into a Calliebration of dancing, spinning, tail-wagging and headbutting, and I will never own another dog exactly like her. But because she was also my emotional support animal, and because she never wanted anyone to be lonely when she was around, I know she won't begrudge me for looking for another four-legged friend to give a home to. And I think that's the best way to honor her memory. She taught me so much about being a dog owner and loving dogs that I owe it to her to pass on to my next dog. So I'm already looking for that next dog even as I mourn Callie's loss.
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Unfortunately, I am still job hunting. I volunteer two days a week at a local tenant resource agency, but finding paid work as a paralegal is proving difficult. I've gotten interviews, but no callbacks. And this week has been even harder.
Some of you probably remember me talking about my dog, Callie, a wonderful Lab/Coonhound/
mix I adopted in May 2006. Callie was 65 pounds of love bug and wiggleworm, even as she aged. Her hindquarters were growing gradually weaker, but she was strong enough that for the most part it didn't bother her.... until this winter hitSadly, the polar vortex that hit Wisconsin this past winter took its toll, and Callie's arthritis got bad enough that we tried medicating her for it. The medication helped with the pain, but it also seemed to exacerbate her incontinence issues, so with the warmer weather I decided to take her off it. I'd seen her slowly declining over the past year, and it was incredibly painful me to watch her suffer. Every time she'd have an accident, I could see how embarrassed she was, and her arthritis was reaching the point where she could barely stand to climb the stairs to her nighttime bed anymore. If I'd had the strength, I would have put her down in January or February, but I have seasonal affective disorder and combining that with losing her would have been almost unbearable.This past week, I finally made the call no pet owner ever wants to make. Callie went to the rainbow bridge on Wednesday, April 19, surrounded by her human family. The house feels so empty without her, but I take comfort in knowing she's no longer suffering and is reunited with her fur brother Tigger and her doggie friends Frodo, Lucy, Buddy, Carly, Daisy, and Jasper.
Callie was a funny, sweet, wonderful dog who turned every encounter with the mailman and her other human friends into a Calliebration of dancing, spinning, tail-wagging and headbutting, and I will never own another dog exactly like her. But because she was also my emotional support animal, and because she never wanted anyone to be lonely when she was around, I know she won't begrudge me for looking for another four-legged friend to give a home to. And I think that's the best way to honor her memory. She taught me so much about being a dog owner and loving dogs that I owe it to her to pass on to my next dog. So I'm already looking for that next dog even as I mourn Callie's loss.
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