:apaw: and :heartpump for all our cellar pets.


Oh, and a :flower: too.

Oh UT, that's so hard for you. Pearl is such a sweetie! My thoughts are with you.

Ach damn UT, I feel for you, I do. It's a hard place to be, seeing it coming from a distance. And it is natural and helpful (I think) to future pace grief in that way. Almost like trying it out a little at a time.

But right now, she's still with you. And she's a happy little dog, despite the health problems. Hard as it is, try not to let the sadness of what is coming eclipse the happiness that's still there.

*hugs* to you both.

Sorry about Pearl, UT.
Some good advice above though.

Today I am upset about a real life issue (ie not something that happened on the Cellar or involves any Dwellar).

I tried to talk to someone today about health issues and concerns. Only to get a rather hostile response. I knew about most of it, but they had kept some things back. I always ask about their health and have a good idea about appointments and procedures coming up. So to get a passive-aggressive "attack" when I was trying to keep up to date was pretty horrible.

I didn't let it escalate of course. The person in question does have more to worry about than me, and has been hiding more problems and for longer. But I came away bruised and feeling worse about myself emotionally. My only consolation is that they felt a bit better afterwards. At least better than they would have done if I had shouted, "Why didn't you fucking tell me, I'm not psychic!"

I didn't get on to my own (minor) health worries.
Didn't seem the right time to raise them.
And reassurance and sympathy were obviously Sold Out.

Passive agressive is always horrible, so sneaky. I hope you're doing OK, SG. How's Diz?

Kudos to you, SG. Maybe that person couldn't help taking misery out on you today, for reasons you don't know. It takes a big heart to take the brunt like that. But please don't feel worse about yourself. Any imputation that you should've been psychic was wrong, and another time you could quietly call him/her on it.

we love you Sundae. ''''Lots!

Seems like almost everyone's got something to be upset about lately. Not a lot I can really say to add to the rest, but I hope things turn out for the best. xxx

Cheers people. Today I feel much better about it of course. Last night was the trough.

Diz had his qualified all-clear from the vet yesterday. After a course of antibiotics, painkillers and surgical wash for bathing. Although I am warned to keep an eye on it, as it's not completely healed, so the wash is to continue and he mustn't go out (the easiest part of the routine to follow).

Luckily the boy is such a gannet that giving him pills is never a problem. Break them in half, roll them in Philedelphia and the only worry is he will bite my fingers off thinking they are part of the deal.

Still concerned about December though, financially. I have to make a decision in the next two weeks whether I can come or not, as you'll need to make alternate plans re accommodation and selling my ticket. All the money I saved went to pay off Diz's vets bills, and I still owe more, as well as having to find money to pay for Christmas dinner. Have applied all over the place for Christmas work but nothing back as yet.

seeing as I already have the bitch of the year/decade award on here.. Shouldn't it be you making plans to sell your ticket? And the accommodation thing... you spearheaded it, you have responsibility. Step up!

Yeah, ya know, just not fucking helpful really.

Not your job to police how Sundae interacts with her friends. Speaking as one of those friends, I don't much appreciate the intervention.

um...er...I think Sundae meant the accommodations would have to be changed since there would be two and not three and 'selling my ticket' is something that she herself is planning on doing as in "should I sell my ticket or not?"

that's how I read it.

Yeah you're right I'm sure. Sorry. I shouldn't be interacting with anyone right now.

I bought the ticket for Sundae and gave it to her as a late birthday present. It's not helpful to make Sundae feel any worse then she does already when all she's trying to do is be financially responsible by paying back her parents for cat meds. I'll sell it if I have to but I'd rather keep a hold of it in case Sundae can cone to Glasgow after all.

Sent by thought transference.

Eva is constipated. Poor little thing. It's upsetting her more than me really, but it means she's not really settling very well this morning. Oh well. I'm sure it'll all come out sooner or later. Probably in a massive nappy blast. lol