Good Morning….. well such that it is. last night I got home, got brian and girl child and we went to see Toby and Michele and Wiley their 13 yr old Corgi. tonite at 5:15 Wiley goes to the Bridge. For those that don’t know about Rainbow Bridge here is the poem. but be WARNED.. if you have ever lost a pet and you are not made of stone you will cry. I CRY and I’m a cold hearted Bitch.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Author unknown…
I am the driver for tonite. after all Michele took me when I had to put Bagel down in September. UGH what a horrible thing. T and M have no children and Wiley is their baby. My heart breaks for them. But sadly it’s the natural order of things when we love pets. they DO NOT LIVE long enough. and it’s time. Poor pup’s been in a dog wheelchair for a year…
Anyway Back to my insanity (as if my friends was NOT enough…) I binged yesterday AND I did not exercise. AND my stomach is still UPSET AND I have to go get on the scale for the nutrition visit today at the doctors AND I’m betting I’m going to be told that i’m too out of control for the surgery.
I’m sure Brian did not do much better as we’ve both been bad.
I KNOW this surgery is not magic. I KNOW it can’t fix my head. I know that I have to learn to just NOT care about food and not want to eat and not put shit in my mouth. I KNOW this. And the funny thing is I LIKE good food. I also like BAD food. and I’m lazy.
I admit it. I admit I want the surgery as soon as possible. Brian wants it in June. Ugh. I could go probably early or mid May and get a jumpstart on him. Maybe I’ll have to the doctor talk to him about it or the LCSW…. Maybe part of my problem is that I’m ANGRY that he wants/needs to go first and he’s putting it off… and he’s fucking around.
He was told he needs to lose 25 pounds. he’s doing jack shit about it.
anyway… dinner tonite will be screwed up again. I have to get control. soon.
ETA: brian lost 12 pounds! I gained 4. ugh. but it spurred me on to make a good dinner.
i took toby and chele to the vet for wiley. toby is very very sad.