and so it goes
That woman is so insane and has made up so much in the course of this that none of us believe a word she says. And I have yet to see any autopsy or proof that there is a dead cat, especially a dead cat my JACK RUSSELL is responsible for killing.
Noone I know would be able to foster Seamus in such conditions, even for a little while, and there is no chance we can bring him back into this house without the eagle-eyed neighbour ratting us out to our own landlord. Ridiculous.
Our only option seems to be to put the poor doggie down, and for that I feel a plethora of guilt. He is perfectly healthy and did nothing wrong. Nothing other than moving within the next ten days would solve this issue, and I doubt we would find a new place within that time period.
I feel like I am sentencing my child to death.
Greg contacted a taxidermist this morning. It would take six months and several hundred dollars. I wonder if he takes payments. I can't bear the thought of putting a pet into the ground, and besides, where would we bury him? Another headache plaguing my mind currently.
After court I went to Sam's Club and came home to attempt some work. I could not concentrate on anything vaguely like 18th century taverns or National Registry so I decided to get out of the house. I found myself at the museum briefly, then I drove around the mountain a bit. I ended up at Blenheim, which is the historic house/farm where Dave Matthew's mother lives (and where he and his brother run a winery). They are doing some renovations to the house so I went to have a peek. I love that property...so quiet and beautiful. Dave himself lives up the road in a historic mill by the river, another beautiful spot. But today I tried to occupy my mind by checking on the renovations.
Anyhow, I lost track of time and got back in town with enough time to collect Clare from school. I kept busy all evening...making a homemade cheesecake (New York style...yum) for a co-worker's birthday tomorrow, and helping Clare with her project on goats. We had a nice dinner, I cleaned up and here I am, my mind right back on what it shouldn't be on. Thinking about Seamus and the decision I must inevitably make.
That, coupled with the oh-so-wonderful news that we actually make "too much money" to qualify for anything more than a measly 30% off any medical visits at the University for the cancer centre/immunology research centre, has my mind going in circles. We make "too much money"? That is such a joke. I was told if we were unemployed or on welfare/utilising social services we would fare better as far as discounts. Well isn't that just useful. As stated before we cannot afford currently the $474 a month EXTRA for any health coverage for me and my pre-existing conditions, so I have to do the financial aid route if I indeed want to continue seeing my doctors. At least till Greg lands this job with the city which would be a huge pay rise and better benefits. But more on that later.
Happy day-late 31st Birthday to Casey. She is feeling about how I am right about now, so we had our own little pity party via phone earlier. I want her to know I was appreciative of her listening and she can also vent to me anytime. But she knows this already!
a happy picture of aoife and reilly the other night, it made me smile when i saw it so i had to share ~