They say when it rains, it pours....but this is more like a cosmic curse!
Sunday night I went to bed with the alarm set for 4:30am as I was to be at my new job for 6am. I had a hard time falling asleep, so when I felt like I had JUST drifted off, there was a lound pounding at the front door...its 2:30am and its the police. They have arrested two 15yrs drunk boys for a rash of break-ins and they had admitted to targeting our vehicles and garage. We spent the rest of the night looking for our scattered broken valuables that went all the way up the street. They stole our medical jump bag worth over $2000 in medical supplies, and we never recovered it. Our garage was trashed with our stored household and my craft items destroyed. We are at a lose of $8000 worth of stuff. Thanks god for insurance.
It gets worse....
I get zero sleep, and do a full 12 hours on the ambulance, after shift there is a 3 hour staff meeting. I am dead tired going on 36 hours of no sleep. All I can think of is coming home and taking a hot bath and crawling into bed. I get home at 9:30pm and find my Lab, Piper isn't in the house. I knew my Grandpa had been at the house earlier that day. I go put my Yorkies outside for a pee when Piper crawled out of the backyard with a badly broken leg. She was a mess. I freaked. In sheer panic, I call my Pa to ask what happend. He rushed right over and was upset with himself. He had let Piper outside for a pee while he went and fixed the down spout on my easetrough(sp?). It was a cold snowy/rainy day....well he forgot to let Piper back into the house and she got out of the yard and was hit by a car. she crawled back to the yard to wait for me to get home.![]()
The end result was her leg was broken so bad, that she would need metal plates and screws to TRY and fix it. She would need at least 8 weeks of care in a home with mo stairs...and I have 3 levels. This would carry and obvious hefty price tag which I have no way of affording and neither could my Pa.(He offered to sell his truck to pay for it because he was responsible for what happend) Given her age (9) and her history of bad epileptic seizures...I had to make the awfull decision of putting her down. I regret it so much. Even though she was in pain, I wish I was given other options by my vet and had more time to think about my decision, but I was not given the chance. I feel awful and I miss her.
My Pa has a bad heart condition and was so upset, I feared he would give himself another heart attack. I am not mad at him. Mistakes happen, and sometimes bad things happen for good reasons we can't see yet. But I can't stop crying. Hubby has been stuck at work on his 48 hour shift. I just need a hug and be told I did the right thing.![]()
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I'm so sorry for your awful week. May your doggie rest in peace.






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