This gets long and rambly, so.. most of it is behind a cut.
The girls and I got into a rather large fight last week.
Care caught her dog doing something she shouldn’t have been, startled her when she went to scold her, and Sugar jumped. She either jumped wrong, or landed wrong – either way, she ended up aggravating her back or hip, again.
I got mad right quickly, and even though I knew Care was upset, I yelled at her. In the nearly three years we’ve had Sugar, she’s become far more a part of the family than just being one of the dogs. My immediate thought when I heard her crying was “oh my god, we’re going to have to put her down.” We’ve been through this before, and we don’t have the kind of money it would take to fix it, if Sugar was really badly hurt. We’d have to put her down. Sugar is far more than just a dog. She’s Care’s best friend, and Care needs to have that something that she can trust and love, because her life has taught her trusting and loving end in pain and rejection. Sad, but true.
Anyway, I overreacted and said things I wish I hadn’t. No amount of apologies can take that back, I know from personal experience …not that mother ever apologized for the things she’d say. I heard my mother come out of my mouth. And I just left.
The rest of this is after the cut. (more…)
