What Your Pets Wont Tell You

Completely Depressing

May 13

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Day 9 9:50pm (Hey, it’s early)

Ok now I’m only 39, I mean 29 and now the charlie horse in my back left shoulder wakes me up in the middle of the night. I think I’m in danger of sounding like my Grandmother did always talking about her ailments. The knot started yesterday evening when I was riding Daisey. Silly me, I tried to get my husband to rub it out but it was more like knuckle torture than a back rub. I swear he dose that purposley so I don’t ask him to rub my back. Now, if you knew me you would know that I only take asprin if I’m in great pain, so you can appreciate the magnitude of pain it took to drive me out of bed in the middle of the night to retrieve an Ibuprofin. Well, another night of crummy sleep what else is new. This getting old thing really sucks! However, I did get to sleep until 7:38 this morning

Up draging tail and onward ho to complete my morning duties. You haven’t forgotten what that entails have you? List is available on day 1 if you need a refresher. First, stop is a clients home to pick up mail. I know loosing a friend is hard but going into a empty home where a kitty has always greated you for the last 10 years is not only creepy but completely depressing. Sasha was a silver Persian with a total attitude, but that was what made her special. You had to earn her love and boy let me tell you she made you work for it. It took me years to ascertain her affections. I was caring for her on the day she died. Sasha had a major stroke and at age 19 and I found her one night circling and barely able to walk. I had the misfortune of taking her to the vet and staying with her as they put her to sleep. It is bad enough I have to do it with my own kitties but no fair I have to do this for someone else. I’ll tell you it is no easier when they’re technically not your pet. After 10 years she was as much mine as Michelle’s and it was just as heart wrenching. Especially packing up all her bowls, toys, etc so her Mom didn’t have to. Something I don’t wish any pet lover to experience.

Sasha

Moving on my next stop is back to Raz and Gizmo’s. Thankfully, Raz meets me at the door. No empty house here and lots of cat love to go around. Here he is sporting the new Doo.

Raz

Off to Baja Fresh were I order a shrimp and steak rice bowl for Andy and I. I decided to meet him for lunch on my way to the office. Big mistake. All I hear is how gross the guy in the bathroom was and how he didn’t wash his hands or flush the toilet. Great lunch conversation, and the whining didn’t stop there. Ugh! Ok, total buzz kill now I can’t wait to get to the office where I can hide behind my monitor. It is my little cave. Where I can work and hide out from pretty much everyone but the occasional sitter stopping by to drop off checks. Five hours of reconstructing our business cards that were structured incorrectly by our last Admin. and finally I think all is ready for the printer. You see, every time I’d save the file as a PDF it would stretch the images so I had to reduce the whole thing from scratch. At least now it is done right. If I hurry I can make it to the bank by 6pm. I pack up all my stuff grab my keys and off I fly. For some reason I’m feeling quite happy. Maybe it is the sense of getting something accomplished or the fact that I had five hours in my mind cave. Maybe it’s both. No, I think it’s the feeling that work is done and I have nothing left to do for the day but feed my horses, kiss my cats, and eat. Oh ya and my Mom has dinner waiting for me. Just take it home and reheat. That’s the best. I hate to cook.

Skipping ahead to dinner, as of course it is more interesting. Mom send home a bowl of pasta with chicken, spinach and Parmesan cheese. Oh yum! Waiting on Andy to shower I lay out some threats to get him to move along so we can eat and watch Idol. Finally, super! Oh and we have cranberry orange bread with a bit of butter on the side, still left from my trip to AZ Bread Company. Was that yesterday? On the couch eating my pasta and bread with Dottie by my side feeling happy again and then suddenly “What, James is kicked off are you kidding”? What a joke! I swear if Scotty wins I’m never watching another episode of Idol again! That’s it I’m going to bed!