I have created a new phrase to describe this widow journey, and that is “Raccoon Brain.” Raccoon Brain Syndrome When you go chasing all kinds of shiny objects with an intense fascination, only to get distracted by the very next shiny object and forget the first one. To be fair, I’ve always had a little bit of Raccoon Brain Syndrome. So did Tim. We both were pretty good at getting super excited about one hobby only before jumping off to…
In the past year, BT has started sleeping really soundly. We asked the vet about it at her annual in the spring, and his response was “That’s what happens when they hit double digits.” He said it was nothing to worry about, and that lots of pet owners with elderly dogs ask the same question. We got used to this silently sleeping BT problem, and even found it to our advantage sometime. Now we could enter the bathroom, tip toe…
When I wrote the one month post, I felt like I blinked and thirty days had passed. Things are slower now – slower and different than before. Foolishly, I thought this would be a linear process. While I used to define my grief in good vs bad days, now there are just days. Lots of little things come up during the course of a day – something someone says, a song, a memory or an item I find in the…
Alilson at Pony’Tude had a great post the other day when she posted a series of equitation photos showing her progress as a rider. Even in the early “bad” shots, I was pretty impressed. See, riding did not come naturally to me. I figured that because I read every horse book known to mankind by age nine, I would just be a natural. I thought I would speak horse! I thought I was destined to win blue ribbons at my very first…
Yo horse’s leg so phat you get a three week vacation. Oh snap! So – Simon saw the vet yesterday. This was a new vet to me, but I really liked him. He was patient, thorough and seemed respectful of my finances which is always appreciated. Anyway, you don’t exactly care about my impressions of the new vet so let’s move on to what’s wrong with Sir Simon Pants. The short answer is a strain to the suspensory. When I arrived at…
There have been lots of challenges and adjustments in the new apartment. For me, I’m still struggling with the change of being located in the center of cool culture to now living in a sea of toll roads and Chili’s restaurants. PS – I do not like Chili’s. Anyway, the dogs are doing well overall. I figured Eliot would adapt pretty quickly because even though he has a tendency to bite faces, he’s moved with me 7 times and is the best…
A friend has mentioned that she keeps waiting for my angry/explosive phase of my grieving. I’m not sure if that will happen or not, but my fuse is really short right now in general. The list of things that annoys me is deep as the contents in my storage shed that I still need to go through. I’m really trying to be patient and kind. I’m trying to understand that other people are grieving too, and just because they didn’t…
Long time readers of this blog might have been thinking lately, “Wow – Simon sure has been super sound lately. It’s been a while since she’s had issues.” Been a while until now, that is. After the horse show, I gave Simon Monday off. He got new shoes, and my trainer/farrier didn’t report any weird swelling or issues. Tuesday I went out in the evening to give him a light hack. Immediately on pulling him from turnout, I noticed his…