Today Grace called crying and told me that her little dog, Peanut, had been attacked by a pack of dogs that live in her neighborhood. She asked if I could come and try to do something for him because she was afraid that he might die. When I got there he wasn't moving. He was anemic and had huge, fluid-filled bruises on his back and stomach. He was cold, barely able to move and couldn't stand. We took him outside in the sun to warm him. After seeing him, I didn't think there was much hope. Grace asked what we should do and I told her that we could take him to an emergency animal hospital, but that it would be extremely expensive and Peanut probably wouldn't make it anyways. I told her the best thing for the dog would be to drive it home so that Dad could euthanize him so that he wouldn't suffer. We decided to take him home and see what Dad thought about the situation (Dad is an M.D.). Well, it was a thirty minute drive home and when we got there Dad didn't really have any ideas either. He asked if I'd called anyone from the animal clinic (where I volunteer), so I called Tina. While I was explaining the situation to Tina, Peanut started convulsing and I knew he was dying. I told Tina I'd call her back later and just stood there and held Grace while her dog died. She was (understandably) very upset. Laura and I drove Grace back home and helped her bury Peanut in her backyard. Bye the time Laura and I left Grace's, she was feeling a little better; but I'm sure she'll have to work through the pain for a while before she feels all the way better.
Kimberly called today too; she was upset because she was worried that I was upset with her over our conversation Saturday night. She felt like she'd just dumped all her problems on me and that she had scared me away. What really had happened was the opposite; she drew me closer to her because of the genuineness of our conversation. One of life's rare joys is finding and connecting with a genuine person. My talk with Kimberly was, to me at least, like rain after a drought or food after a fast. She fed my longing for a mutual understanding with another person (outside of my family, of course).
So anyways, I guess that's it for today... I could list some other occurrences for the sake of journaling: Carrie and Jason came by the house while the family was having fellowship (they didn't time it that way on purpose, it just happened) so that Carrie could get a sick note from Dad for a riding competition she'd entered before she got sick. Laura and I painted Dad's new office room upstairs. We did it in a light gray and it is going to have a darker gray trim.
Blah, blah, blah.
Alright, that's all for now because, not only is it starting to sound really boring, but I'm falling asleep.
'stine
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