I don’t want to make this depressing or down. I might even make mistakes (spelling and grammatical). Mostly I just want to catch everyone up that wants to be caught up.
I was doing my typical rescue thing with a small 3 week old kitten..done it several times but I guess this little girl was just too sick. Sometimes moms leave the weakest link because they know stuff we don’t. Just like I’ve always done, I got up every two hours to feed the little girl. That sweet girl didn’t make it….and then right in the midst of that, Sundance started screaming like he’d been stabbed with a knife. Some people can’t relate to people loving their pets like their children but when you haven’t had any children, it is all you know. I don’t have two legged children, I have 4 legged (well three legged) furry ones and they are like my children….I may not have given birth but we love him just the same. Having a baby that is screaming all night and not being able to ask “where does it hurt?” is heart wrenching. You also can’t jump into the nearest ambulance to get immediate help. You start making deals with the God of your understanding. And just in case you’ve missed it somehow, here’s the story of Sundance before I got him. He had a rough time of it. No one little dog should have had it so bad.
He’s in so much pain that he’s at the vet hospital and they are supposed to be sedating him until his MRI tomorrow morning. This is the part where we wait and hope there’s something they can find and see if there’s something they can fix.
So I’m at goal and everything’s supposed to be perfect and even though I’ve explained this before about life not being perfect when you lose the weight, this might explain it a bit better. Am I begging? Am I praying? Am I crying non-stop? Right now I’m going to sleep to see if I can avoid the pain before I eat my weight in whatever comes first to my mouth. I don’t usually complain about my personal life stuff but today I’m telling you that no matter what size you are, some things just aren’t OK. Please pray for my flufferbutt, my beautiful flufffy white baby who has gone through more than most should ever have to. And if you feel like it, you can pray for me too. I need to see that boy back in my arms. I’ll be a little offline (literally and in my mind) for a couple of days. Hoping for that baby to return home really soon
Much love, Y