FAMILY PETS SHOULD COME WITH WARNING LABELS – Part 2 – Pursestrings

In yesterday’s post, I spoke of writing a pamphlet warning potential pet owners of what lies ahead for them in regards to their heartstrings.
Today’s post, the back side of my pamphlet, will cover their purse strings.
Pets, like children, are expensive. I’m sure you’ve heard it said, “Don’t have ’em if you can’t afford ’em.” I’ve yet to see this utterance make a bit of difference either way. The fact is, if we all waited to have children until we could afford them, the population would be lacking millions of people. In truth, it’s all relative. What is seemingly unaffordable to some, is perfectly affordable to others. Of course, until it isn’t. Until they – children and pets – aren’t.
All through our lit’l Luci’s illness I was wishing we had pet insurance. In fact, I thought about pet insurance a lot. I even looked it up online thinking surely there has to be an affordable way for us to care for our pets. What was I thinking?? We, us, human beings, can barely find affordable health insurance for ourselves, let alone our pets! Still, I checked into it.
Is pet insurance available? Yes. Affordable for the average pet owner? No.
Sadly, unless you have the resources available to you, many pet owners are forced into the “we’re going to have to put her down” option. Whether immediate or prolonged because the fact is, even if your pet has an illness that is treatable, that treatment can run into the thousands of dollars very quickly. And even if you have the thousands to pay for your pet’s treatment, it may come at a time when those thousands are “dog-eared” for other personal expenses. Perhaps your own impending medical expenses. And there’s always the possibility that treated or not, your furry friend just isn’t going to make it and it won’t matter whether you have the money or not. Much like humans, it’s a roll of the dice and the one thing you cannot buy in this lifetime is in fact, time.
Our Luci got sick when the $1.5+ billion dollar lottery was happening. I sent a lot of prayers up to God on that one let me tell you, but you know what else was happening at that same time? Celebrities were dying. One after another after another. It was very sad and very unexpected. Just as Luci getting sick was and I remember thinking, “Wow. All of those people had millions of dollars in their bank accounts and not a one of them could save their own lives..” It would be the same for Luci. What good would all of that money do? It couldn’t save her life. But I can tell you this. When those vets said our Luci had only a week to live and told us that we should put her down – THAT service they would do for free, by the way! – I would’ve traded every penny of that $1.5+ billion just to have her healthy again.
We were fortunate. After the first vet handed us a bill for $677.00 for a basic check up – no overnight stays, no meds. – The kids went to the Humane Society and were able to apply for, and receive a grant that paid for 90% of Luci’s “in house” treatment specific to that particular visit. It was such a strange thing. The kids had no idea such a grant existed until one of the attendants handed them the form and told them to fill it out immediately because the woman in charge of approving the grant was in the building!  – She shouldn’t have been. She’s only there once a month. It wasn’t a scheduled visit for her. – The kids were approved on the spot and Luci was admitted immediately.
Talk about a blessing…
The bill from the Humane Society, which included a 3-night/4 day vet stay and all tests except for the ultrasound, was $909.00  Our cost was only $69.00. – Sixty-nine dollars. –
The ultrasound that was needed was not covered by the grant because it was considered an “outsourced” test. Outsource testing/procedures is any tests or procedures that have to be done outside of the Humane Society facility. Fortunately, our Humane Society uses a mobile ultrasound tech who brought her equipment/machines to the Humane Society so there was no need to transport our sick pup all over town. The ultrasound was $250 and that was 100% out of pocket for us.
Once we were able to bring Luci home, the grant and all of its wonderful benefits were done. Any and all treatment and medication would now be 100% out of pocket. Currently, she is on antibiotics at $56 per prescription. Seems a bit pricey and yet not because we’d spend every penny we had. I personally, would beg, borrow and prostitute myself to get our lit’l Luci well.
It’s what we do as pet owners, isn’t it?
Because of the kindness and generosity, and truly, the life-saving grant and treatment Luci received, we, of course, feel compelled to pay it forward.
We must.
So, just a heads up. I’ll be getting back into my sewing and crafting and you may see things for sale here or on Facebook and I’m toying with the idea of online raffles. Nothing set in stone. Aside from our own personal monetary donations, I’m going to do an 80/20 split on any proceeds I make from the sale of my craftiness. 80% will go to the Humane Society and into the grant that saved Luci’s life, and 20% will go towards replenishing my stash of fabric and other crafty items.
This isn’t a sales pitch or pressure of any kind. I’m simply letting all of you know what I’ll be up to – am up to. – I’m currently putting together a quilt to be auctioned off at a Humane Society summer party and I’m super excited to be doing that!
Thanks for reading and listening guys. I know this post and yesterday’s post were a bit lengthy but it’s just been such an emotional time and I know I’m not alone. I think it’s important to note that second opinions are always a good idea and if you have a good Humane Society in your area, they’re worth checking into. Ours not only saved our pup’s life, it also afforded us her treatment.

TOMORROW’S POST – “JANUARY – At A Glance”

 

FAMILY PETS SHOULD COME WITH WARNING LABELS – Part 1 – Heartstrings

I’m seriously considering writing a pamphlet and placing them around Humane Societies, Veterinarian Clinics, pet stores and every bulletin board in every store I come across that has cute little posters like this.

WARNING – (Front of pamphlet)
For all of the snuggles.
For all of the smiles and laughter.
For the comfort and companionship.
For the quiet walks and long talks.
For being the keeper of secrets and catchers of tears.
For the truly unconditional, never-ending love.
For all of that…
WARNING!
In 7, 9, 10, 12, 15 years from the moment you bring your snuggly, warm, fuzzy bundle of barking joy home.
They will die.
And unless they get hit by a car or pass on in their sleep, chances are they will get sick first. Either way, be prepared for the one of the most emotionally, heart-wrenching roller coaster rides you will ever endure in your lifetime.
You may hear words similar to, “she’s only got a week at the most. We’ll have to put her down.” And those words.. The very possibility of those words coming to fruition will rip through your body from the tips of your toes to the ends of your hair. You will feel like every piece of muscle tissue, every nerve, every part of any part of you that can feel pain, will feel pain. It will ripple through you over and over and over again. And you will cry. You will cry until you think you cannot possibly shed another tear. And a part of you will feel like you’re going insane because you feel so helpless and there’s nothing you can do.
Because there is nothing you can do.
And if you’re like me. You’ll pray.
I prayed the Rosary over our pup. For those of you who are not my friends on Facebook, our lit’l pup Luci, recently and very suddenly became ill. Fortunately, she is receiving treatment and should be back to her old self within the month. That being said, she was in doggy sickness limbo for over a week due to misdiagnosis by two vets.
Vet #1 said it was a mass and wanted to “put her down.”
Vet #2 said it was a mass, and/or lymphoma, and/or irritable bowel syndrome. She only has a week, at most. You should “put her down.”
Enter vet #3. He said, “I’m the optimist.” We call him “the blessing.” He ran all of the appropriate tests and determined that Luci, in fact, had/has a UTI, a kidney stone and a kidney infection (due to the stone.) A month of antibiotics and our lit’l Luci should be good as new.
I have to tell you. During this whole heart-wrenching experience, I kept repeating over and over, “I’ll never have another dog. I will never have another one. Never, ever, ever.”
And I won’t.
I-will-not.
Ever.
I know people do. Their beloved dog or cat dies and in time, they find another furry friend to bring home. I don’t know how they can but I understand why they do.
I could not. I will not.
The pain I experienced at the very thought of losing Luci.. The idea of experiencing that ever again??
No. Not fucking it.
I know it’s selfish. I know there are hundreds of furr friends out there that need homes. But they won’t be getting one from me. I won’t put myself through it and if that makes me a wuss, so be it. I would rather an entire NFL team beat me and leave me in a body cast from head to toe than feel that pain again.
I can’t. I won’t.
One of the things I found most frustrating during this time of Luci’s illness was the realization that dogs and cats – I speak of them because they are our most common home companions – don’t live nearly long enough! I danced on a double edged sword. At the same time I was praying to God to heal Miss Luci, I was so angry with Him for giving her and her other furry brothers and sisters such a short life span.
Again, selfish I know but honestly, I just don’t get it.
Of course the lesson here is, as it is with all of our family members, whether on two legs or four, is to cherish your time together. This is not to say that our love for our animals surpasses that of our love for our parents, brothers, sisters, children, grandchildren, aunts, uncles or grandparents. Surely it does not. – At least for me.
But the lesson still rings true..
Be loving.
Be kind.
Be mindful.
We, you and I, and our families, including our furry family members, are gifts.
We should probably remember to treat each other as such…
When I prayed this over Miss Luci I changed the, “pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen,” to “pray for Miss Luci, now and forever more. Amen.
It worked.
(Had to give credit where credit is due.)
Happy Saturday folks!

TOMORROW’S POST“FAMILY PETS SHOULD COME WITH WARNING LABELS – Part 2 – Pursestrings”

MISSED CONNECTION MONDAY

This “Missed Connection Monday” is brought to you by your local Craigslist.
These are real “love notes” that strangers leave for other strangers in the ‘Personals’ section of Craigslist.
Or as I like to call it, ‘Your local serial killer hunting ground.’
Not.Even.Kidding

WE MET AT HOBBY LOBBY – (66-year-old male, 6’2″, divorced)
You were the dark brown haired woman looking at a dog pictures and frames for your daughter for Christmas. I was the tall, older salt & pepper haired man you asked which frame to select…..I chose the darker frame. I asked you about my selection of metal art. I’m divorced, and I noticed you weren’t wearing a wedding ring. We kept eyeing each other, and you surprisingly approached. I felt instantly connected with you…..I was almost breathless. I wanted to ask you your name and to go get coffee, but you walked away and I didn’t. If you felt the same connection, please respond. I think of you sometimes, and know we’ll probably never meet again. I’m just sorry I created this possible missed opportunity.
**– Written by a SIXTY SIX YEAR OLD MAAAANNNNNNNN! – Really???? Small chat at a fucking Hobby Lobby over picture frames and metal art left you breathless??? This makes me question not only your physical health but your mental health as well. She walked away?? I would’ve fucking ran!
COSTCO
You were talking on your phone pushing a cart. Bland hair, very pretty! We made eye contact multiple times and felt like there was a connection. It’s a shot in the dark, but worth a shot
**No age, height or relationship status on this one but I can tell you, the only shot this guy is getting, is shot down! “You were talking on the phone…” Yeah, she was probably calling 911!
You can’t fucking spell and you had a “connection???”
FLYING J GIRL
I don’t know if you were flirting or just putting on a customer service attitude (as a guy these days… I just can’t assume). You were on the register by the front door.
I made “manly sounds” at the credit card machine.
**No specifics on this one either but trust me, your age, height and relationship status don’t matter. All the “Flying J Girl” needs to do is RUUUUUNNNNNNNNN!
You were making “manly sounds???” Dude. What the fuck??
BEAUTIFUL LADY NEEDS A ROCKSTAR! (37, single, athletic body, 6’0)
Every time I come in the store I hope to see your beautiful smile. Yesterday when I was in I said hello you turned, smiled and said you needed to grab a rockstar to start your day and laughed a little bit. Your smile and amazingly deep green eyes take my breath away. You light up the whole store and everyone around you. If you see this just know im working up the courage to ask you on a date. Please keep smiling that beautiful smile.
**My advice to you “beautiful lady.” Again. Run. Just fucking run…
ADA COUNTY COURTHOUSE
Dang! I was hoping to talk with you, sorry I was on the phone in elevator after we left mediation rooms………………your eyes and thighs drove me wild and your smile made me melt!!!! Tell me what I said to you as I went to my own mediation room and where I was sitting in the courtroom when we were given instructions so I know this is you!
**Yeah. What could possibly go wrong with this “missed connection?” Dang!
Of course, what I really want to know is how many people actually connect from these missed connections. I mean, so, loser Joe Schmoe posts his undying love and devotion for someone he made eye contact with – eye contact people, fucking eye contact – and then loser Janey Juniper is combing the “missed connection” section of Craigslist to find her eye contact Prince Charming?? I don’t get it. Like seriously. How does this work? Why does this work? Does it work?! It just sounds like a place where all the freaks meet. And don’t even get me started on the safety factors…
People laugh at me all the time because I’m very much a ‘Criminal Minds’ girl and I think everyone is an unsub. Ask my kids. They’ll tell you, “Mom thinks everyone is a serial killer.” It’s true, I do. Mostly. Whatever. What I also think is that this whole “missed connection” thing is a breeding ground for a myriad of criminal activity and it’s only a matter of time before a reality crime show is named after it. But I wanna’ know what YOU think.
Yea or Nay on missed connections?
OR have you ever participated in this type of online stalking connection?? If you have I would love to make fun of you for it hear all about it!
Oh, and by the way. I’m joining Corinne over at ‘Everyday Gyaan’ for “Monday Musings” and you can too! Just click on the pic below.

#MondayMusings
Happy Monday folks!

STAR WARS WHORES

BLOG POST star warsSeriously.
I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I saw these movies back in high school when they first came out. Or maybe it’s because there are so many sequel/prequels to them now that just thinking about them all makes my head want to explode.
Once upon a time when a movie was made that was it. One story. One hero. One villain. One group of characters. One planet. The end. Ya’ know where you had continuing story lines? ON T.V. That’s why they’re called a television seeerrrriiieeeeeeees. Multiple shows, a series of shows. Week after week after week.
Or hour after hour after hour if you’re a Netflix whore like me.
My youngest son talks to me about these movies daily and it’s like he’s speaking a foreign language. He’s seen the new one three times already and now he has to see it a fourth time in IMAX!
I know the basic players.
Hans Solo, Chewy, Yoda, Darth Vader, Obi-Wan-Kenobi, CP30, R2D2, some storm troopers, Ewoks and of course, Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker.
That’s it, that’s all.
Don’t ask me what the story line is because I’m pretty sure I only went to see those movies back in high school because some hot guy asked me to.
Christmas day we had plans to just kick back, eat some great food and watch some movies.
I think my son confused Christ’s birthday with Satan’s…
Pretty sure these are the movies they play in hell..
So fess up. How many of you are Star Wars Whores??
Raise your hand. It’s okay.
Some of my best friends are whores Star Wars Whores.
Thank you Princess Leia. I think you look fabulous!

 

FREAK DUST – Sprinkle that shit everywhere

Day #2 into the New Year and clearly I’m experiencing some residual freak dust from 2015 which brought me so many, many heart-warming moments… Such as…
A strange man asking me if I had a piece of aluminum foil he could borrow – AT.THE.GAS.PUMP.
No MacGyver. I fucking don’t have any aluminum foil you can borrow.
And the woman at Walgreens.
– I simply went in for a bottle of Ibuprofen… –
One register open, six people in line and the woman behind me tugs on my coat like a five-year-old and says, “Excuse me but you wouldn’t happen to have some rubber bands I could I borrow would you?” I looked at her completely dumbfounded.
“What?” I couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked so perfectly normal.
“Do you have any rubberbands? I hate waiting in lines and I wanted to start a rubber band ball.”
– Seriously thought I was on a hidden camera at this point being filmed for some freak reality t.v. show. –
I said, “Oh, no, I’m sorry I don’t have any rubber bands you can borrow but I think I met your husband at the gas station the other day…”
Make that two bottles of Ibuprofen, a fifth of whiskey and a loaded gun.
And now. Day #2 of 2016 and I’m asking myself yet again, what the fuck is it?
Is there something on my forehead?
On my ass?
Do my eyes glow serving as a beacon of light to every freak on the planet???
I’m at the grocery store looking for something healthy because I ate myself into oblivion over the holidays. – Hey, don’t judge. You know you did too. –
When along comes some random woman that I’ve never seen before in my life and she proceeds to tell me how we’re related.
Not even kidding. She swore up n’ down that  I was her relative from Montana, but she just couldn’t put her finger on how we were related or what my name was. Says she saw me at a family reunion..
I tell her I’m from Michigan, not Montana.
“Are you sure?” She asks..
“Yep, I’m pretty sure.”
The woman was absolutely adamant that I was her relative and she actually got pissed at my insistence that we were in fact NOT related. THEN, she starts following me around the store!
“Well, you look just like Aunt Betty.”
Finally, I’d had e-fucking-nough!
I turned around and said, “Look. I’m not Betty or Barney or Fred or mother fucking Wilma. This isn’t Bedrock, it’s Boise, and I’m not your fucking relative! Shuffle on.”
To which she says… “Maybe you’re Margaret’s daughter.”
At that point, I just started shopping for sharp objects…
Because yeah. This shit really happens to me…

Think I’m just gonna’ stay inside for a while. Like the next ten years maybe…

WORD UP

I’m pretty sure I was one of those doing the offending in 2015 and to be honest,  2016 looks to be pretty much the same. I have absolutely no intention what-so-ever, of quieting my voice.
I will not zip it up, shut my pie hole or put a cork in it.
I will not be politically correct. I will attempt to gather accurate information on which to base my assessments of the world around me. Other times I will abandon all logic and sympathy and just let my rantin’ n’ ravin’ opinionated flag fly. It’s part of who I am. And in 2016, I will be A LOT more of who I am and a whole lot less of who everybody else wants or expects me to be.

Even more than before – if that’s possible.

Usually, I pick a word as my focal point of the New Year. This year I’ve chosen a phrase and three words. I know. I like to live dangerously..
My phrase is –
“Adjust your sails.”
A lot of 2015 was spent adjusting my sails. Looking at life from a different perspective. Accepting that my way is not the only way and that just because somebody doesn’t do something my way doesn’t mean that their way is wrong. Or just because they don’t think like me doesn’t mean they’re stupid.
Most of the time they are but not always.

My three words are faith, focus and discipline.
In 2015 I felt like I was in a physical, emotional and spiritual taffy-pull.
2016 will see me taking it down a notch.
I will keep my eye on the prize. Focus on my goals, discipline myself to stay the course and have faith that I am exactly where I need to be, doing exactly what needs to be done.
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Happy 2016 folks! I’m just gonna’ raise my glass to surviving..
Cheers!