Stand by for a bit of a rant.
I have been working really REALLY hard to get ready for shuttlebirds. Not an easy task when you have a 17mo old. Anyhow, I got a very disturbing phone call last night. (Note to self: "Never answer phone".)
But before I go into the details of the call I must back up a bit.
It starts with this: My hubby has been sick for almost two years now. That is why we are still in Idaho and not in Mississippi or some other far away assignment. He is undergoing treatment and we cannot leave until he is better. This is a story all on its own. Stress has wreaked havoc in both of our lives the last few years and we just cannot deal with it like we used to. So we have both been working hard to minimize stress on all levels.
We have a mini zoo going on in our home. I LOVE animals. Anyway, hubby has been asking for over a year if we could get rid of one or two. About six weeks ago I finally relented and gave our three legged kitty back to his original family. He went to live with his mom and brother. Seems ideal right?
Well back to the phone call. It seems that their dog (they have a mini zoo too) attacked poor Raku last night and tore his trachea and fractured his jaw. He is in surgery today. They said they can no longer keep him so we will have to take him back.
I am having the hardest time concentrating today and I feel just terrible. I hope this doesn't ruin my time at shuttlebirds. I am sick over it.
This poor cat already lost one of his legs and now this. I am so bummed out. Needless to say we don't need this stress and I feel like I have no choice but to take him back. **Sigh**
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