More about Sammy

I didn't realize that this would affect me so deeply. Yesterday I wasn't able to talk about it. Today it is difficult. I am weepy. I woke up yesterday and it was apparent that Sammy wasn't going to make it. I don't think that he was in pain, but just disturbed by not being able to move around. As the day went on he got weaker and weaker. He died around 12:30. Cheryl, Ken and I buried him in the back yard. This morning Toni and Tawna had a plant and a card for me. I started to cry again, and I've been sad all day. Driving home, I didn't even want to go in the house because he wouldn't be there. His bed and his bowls are still out. I'm going to clean everything up this weekend. Maybe it will be easier for all of us once things are put away.

Good Bye

Sammy died this morning.

Good bye

You are missed.

Do you spell Klutz with a K or a C?

Lizzie had her Fuddraiser, and she did alright. The evening was fun, many of her friends showed up and she raised around $400 for Cherokee Family Vilence Center. The only problem was that while I was picking up my Buffalo burger, I slipped on the floor and sprained my ankle. Always full of grace. So I was embarrased and spent the evening sitting in the booth with a bag of ice. They have these great round booths at Fuddruckers and we were in one. With everyone else being more mobile than I am I ended up in the center of the booth. It is not a good feeling for me, but I was able to reign in my anxiety and enjoy the evening. It taught me a little about my claustrophobia...I don't have to let it rule me. It makes me a little uncomfortable, but if I refuse to allow it to control me I can deal with it. And while I was thinking these thoughts, another thought occurred to me. I wonder if depression works the same way. I wonder if I acknowledge that it is making me uncomfortable but refuse to allow it to control me if I can control it.

My son showed up and we closed the evening out with him. It was good to see him again. We worked on plans to get the car over to our house.

When we left the restaurant, I was able to walk on my ankle and was glad that it wasn't so bad, but later that night when I got up to go to the bathroom I couldn't walk on my ankle any more. Yesterday I called into work and went to my doctor. He x-rayed it and told me that it wasn't broken, and that when it was more comfortable I could put weight on it. On my way home I was feeling a little sorry for myself because my ankle was now messing up my weekend plans and it hurt. Then I saw a new place that I'd never seen before. It's called Yogli-Mogli. I went in and this may be the breaker for any diet that I may ever wish to go on. It is low fat all natural frozen yogurt and it is the best! I had a cup with half dark chocolate and half pumpkin pie yogurt. I have been telling myself all day that I can't go all the way across the city to get more. But I don't know how well that discipline will work when I'm at work and the shop is just down the street. May they never build one of those in Woodstock!

I woke up this morning and my ankle is much better. I'm able to put weight on it again.

Anthony Paul Mason

He had a rough night last night, but at 11:47 pm he finally made it. I hope that on the other side of the world his father is seeing this photo too.