Category Archives: Pets

Houston, We Have a Problem

So it’s been a little over two weeks into my unemployment, and I’ve already slipped back into my night owl tendencies.

Granted, a latte and an entire pot of tea after 3pm probably never helps. But… I didn’t drift off to sleep until somewhere between 2 and 3am that night and I haven’t been faring much better since then.

My bedfellow had no such trouble nor did he mind stealing over half my pillow.

My bedfellow had no such trouble nor did he mind stealing over half my pillow.

Sure, you’re probably thinking, what does it matter? You’re not working. And there is a part of me that totally agrees.

There is also the other responsible part of me that knows no good will come of this. Waking up at noon is not acceptable. So to put an end to those troubles, I’d decided to invoke my old Lent rule–no electronics after 11pm.

Ideally that will go as follows: I’ll turn off the TV and laptop (and stop staring at my phone) and crawl into bed. Then maybe I’ll read for a bit and drift off to sleep. (Though I’ve been known to read until the wee hours of the night.)

I’ve also decided to give up soda for Lent. I’m still debating on whether I feel confident enough to be prepared to have a blog post every day.

Did you give anything up for Lent?

Bad Things Happen

There really is no easy way to talk about loss.

My parents called midday yesterday to tell me that our dog Bella had to be put to sleep. We knew the time would eventually come since she was 14 years old, but that still never really prepares you for when it actually happens. It just really sucks–especially since we lost our other dog Bruno in September.

Bella always had something to say.

Bella always had something to say. She was definitely one talkative pup.

I know losing a pet isn’t the same thing as losing a spouse, but I recently read a book called Saturday Night Widows by Becky Aikman that has given me a new perspective on grief. It’s about six young widows (mostly in their 40s) who defy the traditional stereotypes of widowhood and try to move forward with their lives. The most important lesson I got out of the story is that it’s ok to smile and laugh again.

In fact, the research on the five stages of grief was actually done on people who were dying. New research on grief shows that the five stages may actually be a bunch of hooey.

So I’m trying to stay positive about Bella and think about how she can run, jump and bark to her heart’s content. Plus, she’s with her buddy Bruno.

RIP Bella. I love you.