So I started my own business in September. Best Wishes By Ashley Kay. I do professional gift wrapping and party/event favors among other things. It is starting out slow, but hey, I just started.
Nano took over my November. I'm sure everyone in my life knows about that now. I did get a good plot going and a good story going.
Christmas was interesting to say the least. Drama is always so much fun, especially when it comes from Douche Bag. I really don't want to go into it, but hey. Fun.
New Years was spent in Fayetteville with my family that is not blood related. It was good to visit. And, as per usual, shenanigans ensued. Carrie and Nellie ended up with matching tattoos and I left with an industrial piercing in my right ear. For those who don't know what that is, two holes are punched into your helix (the top part of your ear) and a bar is shoved through to connect them. I have always wanted one of these piercings. Now that I know I have a higher tolerance for pain than I give myself credit for, I may end up with more. I'm stretching my back lobe hole from an 18 gauge to a 16 gauge to match the cartilage. I want to wear the cute match-y match-y earrings that connect the two. I was going to stretch both, but the one of the right is not a happy camper.
Things were going well until I came home. This past Tuesday, I awoke around 3:30am. I couldn't breathe and needed to go find my bag with my nose spray. I heard loud meowing downstairs. I find Shippo at the bottom of the stairs, struggling to get up, but can't because his back legs will not work. I run down to pick him up. His legs were cold to the touch and he can't put any weight on them. He was also in pain. I run upstairs to wake up Brian. I'm in a panic by now. I mean, my cat is in pain! We call Pender and rush him over. We had no idea what happened. When the doctor came in, I saw it on her face. I just knew. Shippo had suffered a heart attack and blood clots formed in his back legs. There was no circulation at all in his legs. His breathing was really raspy. He was going into heart failure. There was nothing we could do. We had no other option but to let him go. He was in so much pain and it was better that he go peacefully in my arms. He went with me holding him and telling him how much I loved him. My heart is in a million pieces. I'm grieving. I'm not shutting out the world this time around. Brian is thankful for that. I'm going to take it day by day. Shippo and I had a very strong bond. After speaking to the vet and doing some research, we agree that his thyroid was the cause. It wasn't responding to the medications very well and was causing all sorts of problems. We were heading in this direction anyway. It was only a matter of time.
So that is where I am right now. It sucks. It really sucks. I think that is the worst thing about having a pet. Their lives are so short. On the other hand, they have so much love to give you in that short time. I will always remember my Fat Orange Cat with smiles. I know he is up there giving Berticus hell and hanging out with Patches.
Now all I have to look forward to is the embarrassment that will happen on the 20th.