Can this fucking day just fucking die?
Jul. 17th, 2006 08:34 pm1. Beth's still in Beirut, apparently. With luck, however, she'll soon be on a ship bound for Cyprus, when she can get a flight Stateside. Her husband bink is still a basket case, of course. Ghee, can't imagine why.
2. My mom called tonight. I knew from the pause, and the, "Look, I have to tell you something," what had happened. One of her best friends for much of her life, Elaine Labe, died. She didn't want to tell me while I was at work-- I've known Elaine all of my life. Of course, I was more worried about Mom. She had been expecting it for a few weeks-- it had been a brief but vicious brain tumor.
3. The dog's name was Rets. His owner was going on vacation the morning after he disappeared. His daughter put up signs, but I suppose she didn't know the best places to put them. He had a friend call me, as I left a message the day before yesterday, when I first saw a sign that read: "Lost: chocolate lab, 100lbs, tan collar, limps on back leg, family pet for 10 years, please call...." And yes, he despised cats. The owner heard my message-- that I didn't have good news-- and had his friend call because he just didn't want to hear if it was bad news. But he called me himself shortly after I spoke to the friend, and estimated Rets had probably killed about 8 cats in his life. He loved to roam, and was uncanny about testing the gate until he sprang it. He apparently lived just up the road. He loved to be shop-vac'd. He had arthritis, but it was starting to respond to treatment.
I'm fucking done.
2. My mom called tonight. I knew from the pause, and the, "Look, I have to tell you something," what had happened. One of her best friends for much of her life, Elaine Labe, died. She didn't want to tell me while I was at work-- I've known Elaine all of my life. Of course, I was more worried about Mom. She had been expecting it for a few weeks-- it had been a brief but vicious brain tumor.
3. The dog's name was Rets. His owner was going on vacation the morning after he disappeared. His daughter put up signs, but I suppose she didn't know the best places to put them. He had a friend call me, as I left a message the day before yesterday, when I first saw a sign that read: "Lost: chocolate lab, 100lbs, tan collar, limps on back leg, family pet for 10 years, please call...." And yes, he despised cats. The owner heard my message-- that I didn't have good news-- and had his friend call because he just didn't want to hear if it was bad news. But he called me himself shortly after I spoke to the friend, and estimated Rets had probably killed about 8 cats in his life. He loved to roam, and was uncanny about testing the gate until he sprang it. He apparently lived just up the road. He loved to be shop-vac'd. He had arthritis, but it was starting to respond to treatment.
I'm fucking done.
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Date: 2006-07-18 01:24 am (UTC)He'd had a good life with a family, Nik. That's about the best thing any pet can ask for.
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Date: 2006-07-18 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-18 01:26 am (UTC)I'm so sorry about your mom's friend, that's a terrible way to loose someone.
love to you and your mum *hugs*
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Date: 2006-07-18 01:27 am (UTC)hugs nikki close.
Hug Mom tight and tell her that you love her.
Hug Klue tight and tell her that you lover her too and not to run away.
then, have some chocolate and a good cry.
If you need a shoulder, call me.
HUGS NIKKI and "I love you!"
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Date: 2006-07-18 01:55 am (UTC)*hugs* to your Mom and her loss. That truely does suck.
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Date: 2006-07-18 11:12 am (UTC)I'm for not bombing places that have my friends in them. But I also know that the only difference between places that have my friends in them and places that don't is a ten minute conversation between two moms about their kids.
Sorry about your mom's friend... it's always a toss-up whether it's easier to lose someone with warning or without. Definitely sucks either way.
And I'm sorry that it's all been topped off by the bit with the dog. Another horrible case where right and wrong, good and bad, are a toss up and there was no good solution.
*hugs* Do come down and see me soon... and I'm not just saying that. I mean it - very very soon. This weekend if possible. I need Mac help, if you need a good excuse. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-20 12:47 am (UTC)Damn... and you still keep in contact with him too, don't ya?