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This year has not started out so great. My hopes were high for things to go good. In the first week, something bad happened and I knew it was going downhill from there.
Our dog, Baer, of almost twelve years old, went through his third surgery procedure to get a tumor removed again. His first night home wasn’t great and we had to rush him back to the vet the next morning. He started showing signs of doggie dementia, but after three weeks he was starting to come out of it.
Then, out of nowhere, last Thursday he gets real sick. He wasn’t eating and refused his snacks which was not like him at all. I begged him to pull through and be there Friday morning when I woke up and the stubborn dog didn’t listen. He passed in his sleep early Friday morning.
I’ve dealt with losing a pet before, but something about losing Baer was worse. He was my big baby. I looked forward to going home to see his goofy face and take care of him. It’s weird not waking up in the middle of the night to his raspy, maniacal breathing that told us he needed to go potty.
We’ll get another pup at some point in the future, but getting over Baer will take some time. He was a great dog. As my husband puts it, Baer was the best worst dog on the planet. We’ll love and miss him until the end of time, but I know he’s up there in doggie heaven rolling around in mounds of dog treats and toys.
We got a bit of a snowstorm over the weekend. The roads are slick and the temperature is close to zero. About two inches fell, but the snow drifts are deeper.
I remember as a kid how much I loved going out in the snow to play. We’d go sledding and have snowball fights and build snowmen. We attempted to build an igloo one year and it failed miserably. I could say I miss the days when I enjoyed this weather, but it would be a lie.
I don’t know what happened between my childhood years and adulthood to make me hate the cold weather and snow as much as I do. I find myself yearning for longer days and warmer nights. I can’t wait to go outside and not worry about freezing or dressing in a million layers to keep warm.
Spring will come soon. The grass will be green again. The seasons will go through their changes and in a year from now I’ll complain about the same cold and the same snow. It’s a never ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself until the end of time.
Well, the year is almost at an end. That means it’s time to start thinking about what’s going to come next for 2018. Other than the fact that we’ll all be writing 2017, scribbling it out to correct it with 2018. I’m among the millions with that problem.
My plan is to go into the new year with my head held high and hope for the best. Not only for myself in my own prospects, but for the country and the world. I hope things go smoothly all over the place. We don’t need a repeat of whatever horrible decisions we’ve made in the past. We need to push forward and make things better.
So, here’s to the holiday season. Here’s to spending time with family, friends, and loved ones. And here’s to a great future for all of us.