I haven't updated here because I'm not as active here as I wish I used to be. I think most of you may have heard from other sources whether if it's FA, Twitter, Facebook or in person. A few weeks ago my husky Missy passed away. It has been extremely difficult for me and I still struggle with some daily routines. During her last few days I was trying to find a vet to take her to at the end of my work week to have her looked at and if necessary have her put to sleep to spare her anymore misery. Missy has always been such a stubborn and independent girl though, because one night while I was at work she was displaying lethargic behavior and the boyfriend sent me messages making me think I ought to go home to rush her to the vet or just to be with her. I stayed at work despite my gut feeling, as I was helping train someone with our new position (more on this below) and didn't feel comfortable leaving him there alone. By the time I got home at 3am, Missy was gone. I spent at least 20 minutes sobbing in the dark backyard feet away from her and not knowing what to do. It hurt that I wasn't there with her for her final moments, and it hurt that she slipped from this world alone. I've been told that it was better that way, else I would be having a harder time.
I adopted Missy 4 years ago, yesterday. Ironically my family decided to celebrate my birthday yesterday, assuming it was because it's the weekend. I couldn't really concentrate on the events that well and ultimately I feel like I disappointed them in my reactions. My boyfriend had a local bakery make me a cake designed just for me and it was beautiful and there is no telling how much he spent on it. I definitely appreciated it, it was amazing, I just didn't react quite the way I normally would have.
As some of you are aware, when I adopted Missy it was because her last owner had to find her a new home, or she was going to a high kill animal shelter. She was already 8 years old (senior age for dogs), and would likely have not found a home under circumstances. We drove an hour to go pick her up, and I fell in love with her almost immediately. Originally she wasn't even supposed to be our dog but again, circumstances changed within our household and she became my dog. During that year I was suffering heavily from depression and she changed things a lot for me. When we had to move we were stressed to be able to keep her, but we found a way. We kept her for nearly 4 years, and every day with her was a blessing to me. She was very much a furbaby and it felt like we had her for much longer. She was 12 years old.
I have not been able to draw anything productive since her passing. I'm hoping that I can get back into it again soon as I owe people commissions. I figured that I would give you guys a heads up on the goings on.
Missy will be dearly missed. What I would give to ruffle her fur and get kicked in the face again.
Some music in honor of my girl. They either somehow remind me of her, or they have offered comfort.