It has been a long week for me and tiring. I got home last night and one of my pups, usually the naughtiest and liveliest of the lot, was lying in a corner not moving. We rushed her off to the vet. Tickbite fever. Again. My heart is heavy with the knowledge that I will have to let her go. Unlike the other puppies she seems to have no resistance against the ticks found in our horse filled suburb.
I love her so, the sad wise eyes, the manic chewing moods, the lop sided ears. And will she be happy in a smaller suburb with a smaller garden away from our large property filled with us, her mother, brother and sister? Why do I have to make a desicion when I don't know what the right thing is to do?
Today I am laying under a tree. Listening to wind playing music with a hundred leaves, drinking in the green and waiting. Waiting for the courage to stride into another week.
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Seeing a pet ill is such a helpless feeling, because they can't talk to tell you how they feel, except with the eyes. And the eyes usually just say "Help."
On this side of the world the whole of Sunday is still ahead of me ... since it is a crisp day outside, we will drive out of town and into the mountains today and just enjoy nature. And yes, build up the store of strength, patience and relaxation that is needed to survive one more week of the rat race.
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