It’s A Boy!

You read the title correctly! I would like you to meet Benelli!

So yes, I have a puppy not long after Storm. Honestly, I thought it would be months or years before getting another one. I was so lonely and alone. I have no one to talk/see on a daily basis since I am on disability. I am not married or have a boyfriend and I have no children. Companion pets truly do have a huge emphasis on people. I have always believed it, but even more so since Storm has been gone. The silence was deafening.

I decided to start asking questions to people that have fostered because I wasn’t sure I could ever afford another dog. And the nice thing about fostering is that you don’t have to pay for anything, they supply everything.

That soon changed as I was gifted a mini Aussie puppy! The person wishes to remain anonymous but they just have the biggest heart and I think I am still in shock.

This person sent me a message and asked if I thought I was ready for another puppy. I took some (short) time to think about it because I wasn’t sure if I was ready. How do you know you have moved through the grieving process to the point of keeping the past in the past? I am not sure if I was completely ready for another dog but said yes. How could anyone pass up a deal like that??

I waited until he was eight weeks old then brought him home. My new baby boy is a mini Aussie.  I had no clue for a name but had a couple that I liked. I finally settled with Benelli (the “i” sounds like “e”). Yes, the same name as the shotgun and yes, I chose an Italian name for an Aussie. Hahaha!

Yay first successful bath! Third time’s a charm! Haha

 

And let me tell you, it has been quite some time since I had to go through puppy/potty training! This little pup has been kicking my ass, with trying to watch out for going potty in the house to constantly playing with him to try and wear him out. Just like a human baby, sleeping in is no longer an option and I no longer have any privacy.

My Lupus is not impressed with not being able to rest much and is now pretty active. BUT, I now laugh multiple times during each day. As much as I hate it, I am constantly having to take him outside and breathe fresh air (we live in a smaller area where we do not have to worry about smog so it really is fresh air). I know he’s good for my health overall. 🙂

I am excited to start this next journey with him!

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You Can Rest Now, My Baby

At 3:06 p.m. I hear the vet in the background say, “Her heart has stopped.”

Then my heart stops for only a moment and I begin to sob in the back of Storm’s neck. I faintly hear the vet tech and my sister, Melissa, make a mold of Storm’s paw to have as a keepsake. As the vet tech leaves, she says very gently that I can take as much time as I need. I wait a couple moments then ask Melissa to give me some time with Storm alone. She leaves and I began to start sobbing all over again while embracing her body in a hug on the floor. I cry and cry until her body begins to start turning cold. That realization makes me cry harder because she always gave off so much heat, she was like my little heater.

Not much long after, I decided that I should get my sister in the waiting room and leave. September 1st will no longer be just a “normal” day for me.

It feels like I am in a dream, that she really isn’t gone and I desperately need to wake up. Everywhere I look in my townhouse I see her, or where she should be. In everything I do I see her, or should see her watching me.

That first night was unbearable without her. I miss her down by my feet then when I finally turn off my lamp, she lays next to my chest. I miss only having 1/4th of a bed to sleep on. I miss her waking me in the middle of the night to be let under the covers so she can cuddle my legs to get warm.

The next day I try doing some socializing at my mom’s, then go home to find out that coming home to an empty house is heart-wrenching. It makes me no longer to want to leave my place ever again.

I’m not sure about the future of this blog. I mean, I mostly made it to talk about Storm (plus other dogs). I suppose I can still write about my Lupus…

Writing has always been therapeutic for me. The next few posts will be about her and why I had to do what I did. Some may be sappy posts of pics of her and why I miss her so much. I just need to get it out instead of keeping it all in my head.

On the way for the last meal, Cheeseburger and ice cream.

Last play with my nephew, Kyan.

Waiting for her sedatives to work. Stubborn yet lovable bulldog! They had to give it to her twice because she kept fighting it.

 

Note: I need to thank my sister for going with me. She doesn’t do well with death (not that anyone really does well with it), yet she went for me. Not only did she go, but she stayed in the room with me so I didn’t have to do this alone. That is huge for her and I have to give her mad props for that. Thank you, seester. I love you.

Pride Festival 2017

Last Saturday, I went to support my gay family and friends and went to our city’s Pride festival. This was the first time attending and I didn’t know anyone there. Normally, if I don’t have someone to go with somewhere, I just won’t go. Yes, I give up my chance of having fun or living LIFE just because I don’t want to go alone. And I know that I am not the only person like this. *cough* introverts *cough* But I’ve had enough of missing things just because I am… Hmmm I don’t know, scared? Intimidated? Care about what people think of me being there alone? My mother often goes to movies alone, I have always admired her for that. It is something I need to do sometime because there are tons of movies that I have wanted to see but never had anyone to go with sooooo I missed the chance of seeing them on the big screen.

So going to this festival alone was HUGE for me as it is the first thing I have done alone (I think). Technically I guess I wasn’t alone, I brought Storm. But having her with me gave me the courage to get out of my house and go. Even though I brought her with, I am still proud of myself and had to give myself a pat on the back (by posting it ha!).

I ended up staying for a couple hours, which surprised me. But how could I leave when the main theme is about love? Oh! And how could I leave when everyone was adoring and gushing over Storm? I can’t help it, I’m a proud mama. I like to show her off. 🙂

The most badass roller derby chic that I’ve ever seen! Hahaha!

 

Help with Storm’s vet bill??

Hi all!

Storm here! Most of you know that my mom has Lupus and that I am her companion dog. And some of you may know that I recently tore my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) and the only way to correct this is to have an ACL repair surgery.

Mom hates to ask for help but says I am so good at begging that I thought I would put my skills to use! My mom needs assistance in helping with my vet bill for this surgery.

It is very important that I get my leg fixed! I make sure she gets her exercise by giving me small walks when I need to go out. Sometimes she tells me that she is in too much pain but I make her do it anyway! I need her to be healthy, just like she needs me to be healthy.

She even uses me as leverage when she can’t get off the floor. But I need my strong legs to be healthy in order to hold her up until she is able to stand on her own.

I am asking for any donations to help with the vet bill as funds are hard to come by. Any amount will do – even one dollar would be fantastic! If you are not able to donate, please pass this or the word along. Below is the vet’s information if you wish to send a check or call in with a payment over the phone. Thank you so much! You have no idea how much Mom will appreciate it!

Slobbery kisses,

Storm

Lukens Animal Clinic
3505 W 49th St
Sioux Falls, SD 57106
(605) 361-1955 (Make sure to mention Storm Whetzel)

As you can see, I can't put any weight on my back leg. :( Surgery will fix this!  :)
As you can see, I can’t put any weight on my back leg. 😦 Surgery will fix this!
🙂
With my leg hurt, I'm not able to jump on the couch to cuddle with Mom. :(
With my leg hurt, I’m not able to jump on the couch to cuddle with Mom. 😦
I like my bed but this is the only comfortable thing on the floor.
I like my bed but this is the only comfortable thing on the floor.