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Here is my tribute to me sweet dog, Dixie, who we had to have put down on 2/20.  She was almost 19.  I miss her. 

My family has to go have our dog put down today.  We have had her almost 19 years.  She would have turned 19 in March, and we would have had her for 19 years in May.  She has been shutting down.  She hasn't eaten or drank anything all weekend, and she's been sick to her stomach.  My dad was up with her all night for the past couple nights, and the rest of the family sat with her all afternoon yesterday.  We took her outside and let her sleep in the sun because it was nice weather.  I'm putting off work until this afternoon because of this vet trip.  I will make a tribute for her, but it may take a couple weeks to get it up onto Youtube since I have to go through 19 years of pictures both digital and not.  I will post it here and LJ both when I make it. 

I'm going to Kentucky next Friday to visit my grandma and other relatives.  I'll be back the following Monday.  I just need to get away from here for a while, and my Dad offered to I took it.  It was rough the first couple weeks of January with Mom and Dad traveling, and the weather here was bad.  Also I had to sleep on a camp bed in the family room to make it easier to take care of our old dog who needs to go out twice a night.  I didn't want to have to carry her up and down stairs, and even with her not going upstairs, she still needs constant supervision to make sure she is eating, taking her meds, and not peeing the floor.  This trip next weekend is my little break that I have needed since they got back.   

Cross posted from LJ.

I felt good on Christmas at least, even if I feel like crap now.

I got fleece pajama pants and matching slippers, a Chick-Fil-A calendar, an external hard drive, some candy and jerky, and a couple nice books. One of them came late, and it is a book on raptor rehabilitation by CRC's own vet, Dr. Scott. My brother, Nick, and his dog, Colby, came over. We got a fun game for Christmas, and Mom, Nick, and I played two games of it. Dad was cooking so only played with us one game. It's called Tokaido, and it takes place in old Japan. Then Mom and I took Colby for a long walk because he kept getting in trouble. He kept trying to eat everybody's jerky that we all got in our stockings. He would have gotten his peanut butter jar open if Nick hadn't taken it away from him. Yes, I gave Colby his very own jar of peanut butter for Christmas. Crack for dogs.

Then the next day, I felt good enough to go to CRC and clean cages, but stupid me decided to ride my bike to work. The trip over was fine, but the ride home was too much since the big steep hill on Hambright Road is difficult to ride up when I haven't ridden in over a month. Then I took a nap in the afternoon and went to CVS and Walgreens to look for after Christmas sales. I was cold when I got home, so I took my temperature, and had a fever of 102. Blech. Round three with this dumb virus. I went to the doctor on Tuesday and was tested for strep, flu, and mono. I didn't have any of them, but still had a fever of 102. I was put on big doses of ibuprofen and prescribed strong cough medicine. My insurance doesn't cover cough meds, so I had to pay full price ($32) for it, but I did have enough money left in my wallet to buy that medicine anyway. It has worked better than Delsym, which is what I had been taking. I laid low yesterday, and my fever went away last night. I still want to sleep most of the time.

I also found out that Dad ate Nate's Christmas present. I thought I had told him that block of peanut butter fudge was spoken for. I know I mentioned it out loud at least twice. Now I have to make more even though I don't want to. Mom found out when she was going to pack it for their Thailand trip. She found it in a drawer 3/4ths gone. I'm a little mad especially since she won't let me yell at him because she already did.