Just some random ramblings as we finish up what will likely be the last nice day of fall…
Every warm day in the spring and the fall would always be Oreo’s favorite days for walks. Not too hot that he’d tire out too quickly, not cold enough where he’d refuse to leave the house. I really miss those walks. I tried taking Skai for a walk today, she lovedddd running around the beach playing with Riley (the dog next door). Walking, though…apparently it’s not one of her strengths. The furthest we made it was just two houses down before she’d turn around and start doing zoomies around the beach. Also, much like Oreo, Skai is apparently afraid of water! I had thought that since she loved playing with Riley so much, she’d chase her right into the water. Every single time, she’d put the brakes on , refusing to go any further than the shoreline. Silly dogs!
Last night I had a “girls night” with some of the girls from work. It made me realize how much I miss nights like that. I used to have dates with friends at least once weekly, but with working two jobs and having Oreo and Burger so sick, it kind of got pushed to the side. I hadn’t realized just how isolated I had become. With Oreo gone now, and my being down to one job, I have more free time. I still have a really hard time spending the night anywhere but home since Burger still needs a lot of care, but I really need to start opening up my social calendar instead of turning things down in favor of watching tv and sleeping.
Speaking of Burger…this picture is from right after he threw his bloodclot. I forget how chunky he used to be! He’s so much bonier now…I think large in part to his GI issues. His bloodwork always comes back pretty normal, but I worry about his body not absorbing nutrients like it should. I remember this day…we’d put him in what used to be our biggest run at work. He was coming with me every day, making himself cozy wrapped up in blankets, and enjoying watching all of the cats and dogs that came in every day. On this particular day, we had locked the doors and I was doing cashup for the night when I looked up and saw this guy strutting past me. He had jumped over the top of the cage and decided that he wanted to explore a bit! It was at that moment that I knew that I had to do whatever it takes to make sure that he was okay. He wasn’t done living his life, and I wasn’t going to stop fighting for him until he told me he was ready to go. Three years later, here we are…he’s still not back to normal and has some days where he gets really sick, but overall, he’s my happy little boy. He’s really starting to warm up to Skai, as well. She’s very gentle with him, and he even started to lick her nose a bit today before he realized what he was doing.
I successfully made it through yet another wedding season! While I’m beyond happy for all of my friends who have found their way to marital bliss, I do tend to feel pretty out of place. My dad has taken to the task of “finding Amy a boyfriend”. Any time he goes anywhere, he insists by telling me about some random guy he met and how he thinks that I should go back to the store/lawyers office/doctors office/etc to meet them for myself. When he was throwing my mom a surprise squaredancing birthday party, he even said “it would be good for you to go! Maybe you’ll meet a boy!” I think he was a little disappointed when he saw that the youngest “boy” there was probably in his 50s. I don’t think he realizes that it’s not something I want. Sure, every now and then I wonder if I’ll ever get my “happily ever after”, but if I don’t…that’s okay too. I don’t feel the extreme desire to meet someone, get married, and have kids like most people do. I do okay by myself. A big chunk of that is based on my complete inability to trust anyone. That, coupled with my anxiety levels going through the roof, have made me decide that maybe it’s time to look into counseling again. It can’t hurt…right?
On that note, I think it’s time to head to sleep. Shoot some fun fall activities my way! I didn’t get to really celebrate the Halloween season last year, and I want to make up for it this year.