Saying Goodbye...

This cartoon from a softer world made me tear up a little. When I first returned from my Asian travels back in May/June, my dog, Venus, had just had four puppies. Since I was an unemployed bum living with my Dad, I was the one taking care of the puppies all day so I grew pretty attached.

Naturally one emerged as my favorite and I secretly called her Lola, even though we weren't supposed to name them since we were selling them. She was so calm and sweet (which says a lot when you're talking about Jack Russell terriers!) and fell asleep on me on a regular basis. I desperately wanted to keep her but unfortunately I am just not at a stage in my life where I can have pets. It would be a nightmare finding a suitable rental and we're just not financially able to buy property now. Plus we are out a lot so it just isn't fair or responsible to own a pet right now.

So the puppy was sold (she was the last to go) and named Duchess (ugh! ugh! ugh!) and yesterday she died. The woman that bought her didn't tie her up or put her in the house/garage or take her along when she decided to go to town for something. This resulted in Duchess chasing the truck and getting hit and killed. And I am angry, really angry at her. I know it's not my dog, but I loved her anyway. She did a stupid, irresponsible thing and I am angry. I know she is sorry and I know I am sad and should work on being sad instead of angry but today I am angry. Hug your pet today and please, please care for them responsibly! They are permanent babies and need you! Goodbye Lola, I love you.

Letting Go

With Leah moved in and the living filled with fabulous new furniture it was time to say good bye to an old friend. I know you're all looking at these pictures and saying "What is the big deal? That is the most hideous chair I've ever seen!". There is history though! Goldie was my first piece of furniture. I still remember how I went to the the thrift store in my 3rd year of university with my friend Cameron (who had a big jeep) and picked her up. It was the first time I had my own room and I had space for a reading chair. She's a pretty awful color (I can admit this) but she is funky and comfortable and perfect for reading in. She stayed with me in my first apartments and Matt wanted me to throw her away before we packed up for Korea but I resisted. It's so sad seeing her by the dumpster outside (and someone has knocked her over!) but I know it's time to move on. She represents someone that I used to be. So good bye Goldie, thanks for the memories.