Having a Hard Time.
Weigh in today...203.4 is what the scale read. I lost a total of 1.6 lbs this week....and don't ask me how I did it, because I haven't been to the gym since the beginning of the week. Finals stressed me out, I ate unhealthy foods and this weekend I didn't make it to the gym at all, and I had planned to go at least Saturday and Sunday, but didn't make it at all. So I am completly in shock that I lost any weight at all, I really did expect to gain.
I really just had the weekend from hell and I am hoping that it doesn't transfer into this week, because I don't know if I can take it. Tim got sick Friday night...just a little bug, no big deal, but it resulted in me taking care of him. He is supose to be moving in with a friend, so I spent Saturday painting and doing little repairs to a dresser we picked up at a salvage store for him.
My dog - Skippy has had a cough for a couple of weeks that she picked up from the dogs next door. She had got better, but saturday night she started coughing again and she threw up all the food she had eaten. I went to check on her when I heard her coughing and she had a seizure right in front of my eyes. She is breathing rapidly unless she is resting, and having trouble just getting up and around. She walks very slow so she doesn't get dizzy I guess. She had another seizure yesterday afternoon and mom is thinking we may have to put her down. Last night she seemed better though, I got her to eat and drink a bit. I am wondering if she had those seizures just because she had a high fever.
Guys this is killing me, I spent all day crying and trying to keep my mind off of it. I got Skippy when I was 5 years old. She is 15 now. I have literally had her for my entire life that I have vivid memories of. If we have to put her down I don't know how I am going to let her go. I don't want her to suffer. I always thought I would wake up and she would have left quietly in her sleep, or that I would be married and moved out before anything happened, I mean that is only one year from now.
I know she isn't human and even if she was that she couldn't live forever. I don't understand how people cannot become emotionally involved with their pets. Skippy has been the one best friend that I have had my entire life. She comforts me when I am sick and mothers me until I feel better. She listens without judging me when I am angry, and looks at me with eyes that say she understands my pain. She cuddles with me in the winter when it is cold and reads books with me. Skippy has always been the one to great me when I get home, as if to ask where I have been and that she is glad I came home.
Jer. 29:11, God has a plan for everything. I know if she has to go, that I have been blessed to have her this long. Dogs are such very special souls. It is just breaking my heart to know that this time tomorrow she might not be with me anymore. Please send some prayers to help me deal with this. I am hoping against hope that we do not have to put her down, but If we do I am going to need some help to get through.

I hope you all are doing better than I am. I am about to check on you guys now.



