Wrong Answer!!!!!!!!

Today, the Manic Monday word is CLOUD.
I wrote and posted the first part of this story, then ended up coming back to add another thought to it. Then I ended up writing the poem at the end, now re-posting it as my Manic Monday for this week.

They talked about her dog, agreed she appears ill; dry heaves, heavy breathing, weight loss are some of the symptoms. She's had the dog since a puppy, 10 wonderful years.

"I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow, " said she.
Nothing said he.
"I'm afraid they'll put her down, that'll be so hard," said she.
"Yup. It will." said he.
"And I don't know what to do with her body until I can bury her in my cemetery. I don't think she'll fit in my (apartment size) freezer." said she.
"Nope." said he, then... "just leave her with the vet. They'll get rid of her for you."

Wrong answer!!!!

Trust me, men, women don't like it when you don't give us any answer when we are having a conversation. It comes across as you ignoring us, so even just say something to let us know you heard us and need time to think it through. However, there are times when no answer is better than the wrong answer!!!

Even if he had said something like "Ya, that's a difficult one", or "Oh, Hun, I don't know either, but it will work out somehow" would have been better.... or even if he said nothing but simply put an arm around my shoulder, or pulled me into a hug. That would have showed he at least gave a darn, about me and my dog.

I have actually gotten quite used to his lack of emotional support, his lack of sensitivity, and that in itself is sad. It now has me asking myself why he's even in my life at all. Thank God I've make no committed relationship with him, though he is the closest thing I have to a boyfriend (of 7 years). I think the time has come for me to start distancing this so called friendship, to make room for the Universe to bring me the one who is right for me.


Cloudy Daze

A cloud has come
Across my world
My life is feeling
Quite unfurled.

I've suffered much
In this past week
With body pain
To kill the meek.

I handled that
Knowing it would pass
Now ugly clouds
Blow in amass.

My dog is ill
She will not eat
Lethargic, hard breathing
Symptom list not complete.

I adopted a puppy
Just 7 weeks old
She proved to be worth
Her weight in pure gold.

We've been very close
In 10 years rare apart,
Having her sick
Is now breaking my heart.

If this is her time
Well, then she must go
It's all part of life
This well all know.

So it is my job
Her dear body to bury,
Close to my house
In my Pet Cemetery.

In the dead of winter
With ground frozen hard
How to keep her safe
'Til I can dig in the yard?

Now I hope and pray
I find the right vet
Who'll say that it's minor
And not her time yet!

Alice Price
February 1, 2009.

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