Another bad day

Why do the really, really bad days have to be capped off with a cake order and a tight deadline?  About a year ago, my neighbor lady fell and was taken to the hospital, but still passed away.  It was about 3am and I had to go home and get a couple hours of sleep before finishing and setting up a wedding cake.  Not fun.  Today I had to take her husband's dog to the vet, then come home and get a cake done before running the cake over to town and bringing the dog home.  Only thing is, it was really bad and they had to put her down.  Now I'm in no mood to do a cake, although I know it must be done.  I have done it before.  You just do it.  Press on.  No time to stop and cry like I'd really like to be doing.  I guess we're not even bringing her back to the farm to bury her.  I really don't know what to do about that.  I really needed that grave.  I don't even have a picture of her.


I'm really sorry if anyone is actually reading this.  I know I'm usually rather chipper and wordy with my posts.  This one just isn't.  It's not how I feel and I had to do something with it.  Just not my day.  The kids are out hanging a bird feeder to try to cheer me up.  I know it's really hard on them, too.  This dog used to come over with the neighbor's son when we were building this house.  (The super sad part about that is that today would have been his 57th birthday.)  I had always wanted a St. Bernard, and his dad had one, so he brought her over a lot.  Then I started checking in on his folks there at the farm and eventually started taking care of her, too.  Matthew and I would take her on pickup rides when she was bored.  Even got her a new pink collar.


Sometime last month, one of her hip joints went out and she started carrying a back leg.  Then just a couple days ago, she must have fallen and broken her back leg that she was carrying.  There's just very little that can be done for a dog that size with bad hips.  I don't think the choice was wrong at all.  I know she was in a lot of pain.  I just wasn't done with her.  All about me, ya know.


Anyway, good bye Polly.  I really love you.