I here tale that the full moon does some whacky things to the human persona as it slips through its mystic stages during the night, but I'm here to tell ya, the closeness of the full moon this past week really played some havoc for me this past week.
The first of the week started off like any other, with the exception of growing another year older. *Shrug*, 42 years old, not such a big deal in my opinion, it's just like any other day of the week. In fact, I'm pretty happy at the fact I still have birthdays....it sure beats the alternative of 6 feet under. It really wasn't a bad day, but I didn't get to do the things "I" wanted to do. I had planned for my special day to go down to the local park to my favorite outdoor sculpting spot and have some heart to heart clay talk and work on the next project. Well,I suppose, when you have kids, that your idea of how you spend your day, and their idea of how you spend your day are really not one in the same. :-D So, for my birthday, I obliged my younges with $40.00 in gas money and some other odds and ends that he claimed he needed. *sigh* At least he and his girlfriend made me a birthday cake. Mind you, my butt and gut didn't need it, but my mouth and belly were sure loving it! haha
Then, ya head off to the work week where no body knows your name and you are a number in the crowd of a small shop of employees. Have you ever noticed you have those people that work in the work place that seem to always shirk their responsibilities off on someone else....just because they can? Well, where I work is no exception. Mind you, I really do work bankers hours since I'm a part-time employee. But, after 8 years of working your shift, you become kind of accustomed to your own schedule and do not take kindly to it changing because of some employee who decides they don't want to work their shift any longer, and the boss refuses to hire someone else to replace them. *sigh* So, you guessed it....part of that shift gets dropped in my lap to cover. Yeah, I'm a little miffed about it, but, I suppose I'm glad I have a job. On the other hand, I would gladly sit at home and just create. Which, if this schedule changing crap continues, I might just opt to do that. There are always options....and I'm getting close to make those happen.
Then, we go to yesterday. Some of you already know that I added a new puppy to my household. I got her when she was 5 weeks old, and now she is 7.5 weeks old now. She is a pomeranian/chihuahua mix. She's been such a terror (in a comical puppy way) that it's hard not to fall in love with her clown-like antics. So, because she is in such mischief all the time, I decided to name her "Sprite". It took me nearly 5 days to come up with that name, and let me tell you, she is every bit of a sprite you can imagine. She's in to everything, fiesty, has attitude, she's confidant in herself, and shows no fear in her surroundings. She's really a wonderful puppy. So, as you can see, I have fallen in love with this little critter and there is not turning back now, I've travelled down the road of puppy love.
So, this leads me to yesterday, where I take her to work with me to get her first shots. (I work in a veterinarian's office for some that do not know) Well, my boss gives her the exam and she finds a terrible problem. She has a serious congenial defect with her heart! There are 5 stages to having a heart murmer in animals, 1 being not so bad and 5 being the worse. My little Sprite had a stage 5 heart murmer. She said it is so bad, that it appears her little heart is only beating using 2 chambers and the blood is just swishing back and forth between the 2 of them, not to mention she is not getting the blood flow to the rest of her body like she should. Since I'm a receptionist at the office, I don't know all the things to look for when it pertains to a veterinarians eyes on the exam, but she also showed me how her gums in her mouth were very white too, which was due to lack of blood flow. After she told me about her findings, she proceeded to tell me how my little Sprite could just be off running and playing and having a good time, then all of a sudden, drop dead instantly without a warning because of her heart condition.
All I can tell you is that my heart sunk deep into the pit of my stomach and I didn't know whether to cry or puke first. It literally broke my heart. So, she says to me that she could live for 2 days and then just up and die, or 2 months, or even 12 years. There is no telling how long her little heart can support her, not to mention it could lead to other problems later on down the road as well. And, unfortunately, there is no medication that can help her. There is surgery however, which cost 1000's of dollars, but there is no way I can consider doing that at this time, probably not ever because it is so costly. And, even then, there is no guarantee that it would solve the problem or that she would live through it.
So, I guess the bottom line is that I just have to accept the gift of love and laughter that she has brought to me thus far, and love her and care for her as best I can until that day comes where she goes to the great puppy world on the other side. It's amazing how you can fall in love with something so quickly. But, I suppose in the end, it's better to have loved, than to not know love at all.