I’ll Miss You Bingo Dauber

Our Bingo Dauber

A few months ago I wrote a post about my Bingo Dauber, my 14-year-old black lap. (My Bingo Dauber Should Have Been a Shadow).  I spoke about how for years she followed me every where. Yes, even into the bathroom. If I moved more than 3 feet, she goes with me.

For 14 years she has met me at the door when I came home.

I wrote about how we knew her time with us was slowly coming to an end. Walking for her became more and more difficult. She could barely push-off her hind legs to stand up.

Last night she couldn’t stand at all. No matter how hard she tried. I stayed up with her all night making sure she could drink, she could go to the bathroom, etc. If I tried to move that three feet, she would try to scoot to me if she couldn’t stand.

I would lift her hind legs, to get her up, then she could walk a few feet. But then she would sit once again. Her and I did this all night long ~~ 2am, 5am, 7am, the time ticked away. My little girl was not feeling well and I was wanted to be there for her.

The hardest thing over the past few months has been knowing that mentally she was still feeling like a spry little pup. Her body however, has had different plans.

As we lifted her dead weight of 89 lbs into the car so we could take her to the vet, my heart was heavy as I knew deep down what was probably going to happen.

The doctor confirmed that while other medicines might help relieve the pain, her hind legs were too atrophied and she would probably never stand or walk again.

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Today, we laid our Bingo Dauber to Rest. She no longer is in pain. She is running around and doing all the things she loved for so many years.

Through our sadness we will hold on to the love, the laughter, the great memories we have had over the past 14 years. As you know, even when you know the time is coming, you always feel you have a few more months.

Those of you that read my blog, know this is usually the spot where I spring some joke or “gotcha” moment. I wish that was the case today. I wish my baby was still here. But today I had to let her go….

We will miss you Bingo …. but we know you are no longer in pain and you are running like you use too. When we think of you we will always smile at the great memories we had together.

We also know you will always be in our hearts and you will be the first one to greet us when we cross to the other side years from now.

OMG, I Think She Might Be A Masochist!




Just when you think you know someone, you realize that you don’t.

It’s been 12 years, and I never really connected the dots.

Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning!

As I was giving her what she wanted, I thought…

“OMG, I think she might be a masochist!”

How had I not realized this before? How did I miss all the signs?

 

I guess the first sign should have been the way she pushed her neck so hard into my hand or foot.

I swear she loves how it cuts off her air and she gags.

Having me do this night after night until I’m exhausted!

Then I think of all the odd cuts or scars she shows up with. Never complaining. Not even a peep. Not even the time she had a silver dollar size opening in her skin. Nothing. zilch, nada.

Even when visiting the Dr she let’s them poke and prod her. No flinching when the long needles come out.

She even insists on the anal temperature probe. Is that sadness I see when they stop???

If I’m honest, I swear she gets excited by the thought of pain.

Yes, my baby loves to be hurt. And she really loves it when I’m the one inflicting it I think.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this new-found discovery.

But I do know, that nothing will stop me from loving her.

 

 

My Masochist Girl Loves Pain

How can you not love her?

 

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~



Procrastinators Unite! ~~ Ok, Maybe Tomorrow…

I am a card carrying Procrastinator and proud of it! 

Ok, maybe not always, but it is something I am really good at. Too good unfortunately.

Like many Americans, I am just finishing up my taxes. Yes, the pain of my reality was too great to do any sooner. But that isn’t the only reason. Too much work to do and definitely way too much concentration.

There lies the root of my procrastination:

(A)     30% is just Painful – Not as in painful it hurts physically, but painful like banging my head against the wall, it’s too painful to do this crap. Also known as B O R I N G or I just don’t want to do it.

(B)     70% is from Lack of Concentration – Bad case of “Shiny Thing Syndrome”

Yep, I’m easily distracted. I’ve said it. I’ve admitted it. I have way more fun things that catch my eye or create pleasure. Like a moth to a flame, I can’t help myself. Like a kitty to laser light, I’m off and running by the first thing that catches my eye.

This blog is a great example. I love doing it. I love making you all laugh or smile. I love to see your comments or thoughts and I’m obsessed with now hitting 10,000 views (Ok, this just started to eat at me as I hit 7,500 a few days ago). But darn it! I have more fun doing this than any of the “Adult” junk I have to do.

But let’s be honest, if I didn’t have the blog, there would be some other thing I would rather be doing other than what I should be doing.

I’ve always been like this. Even as a kid I’d put off papers or homework until the last minute. Swearing I did my best work then. Which believe it or not, I still think it true. When I’m in the crunch, I tend to focus 100% on accomplishing what I have a mere few hours left to do. If I try starting early, the darn shiny object syndrome kicks in again and I’m only half ass doing what I should be.

Sighhhhh, what’s a girl to do?…….

I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow I can think of a solution…..

 

~~~till we laugh again~~~

Yep! I’m Laughing at You

Let’s face it, we all do it. We all lie about it. And we might as well come clean.There is no shame.

A friend was telling me how she scuffed up her knees when she went flying when trying to out run someone. I pictured her getting her top half too far ahead of her feet and then gravity took it from there. Face plant.  (LOL – sorry, laughing just picturing it again – arms out, rolling around a few times, maybe a somersault or two). I told her I have been there so many times (I’m the family klutz). Even when we are the ones falling, we can’t help but laugh through the pain. Many a time I just sat there laughing my butt off thinking of the site I must have made.

Those around us want to bust a gut but we yell at  them that they better not laugh at us. So while there is genuine concern, the belly ache is just dying to be released. You can laugh and care at the same time. It’s freaking funny.

Slap stick has been a staple of our comedy for years. We love for people to fall down, bang into walls, hit someone over the head. Yet for some reason, we let those embarrassing moments cause us to scream “Are you laughing at me?” and we sheepishly go “No, not at all”   (even though our soda that just shot out our nose gave us away).

One day I was making a large drink for someone and knocked it over, spilling it all down my shirt and leg. I was so ticked off (and cold as it was a frozen drink) and we were busy and it made this huge mess. The guy I was working with just looked at me ready to die laughing but thought it might be safer for him to just look away. I looked at him and said “It’s ok, if it wasn’t me I’d be dying too.”

So I say in 2012 as part of our laugh a day, we embrace our truth. Yes! I am laughing at you. I”m sorry you got hurt, but that shit was funny!

 

~~~~~~ till we laugh again~~~~~