Monday, September 27, 2010

If It Wasn't For Bad Luck...

...I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Last week at our house was a little nuts. Still nuts even. Right now I'm sitting at the Library using the Internet and touching the greasy keys that have been touched by Lord only knows how many people because our computer is sitting in pieces on our kitchen counter. The motherboard slowly died by first making connecting to the Internet impossible then giving us the blue screen of death. Seriously, that's the technical term. Either that or those geeky guys over at our local geek squad just love to be dramatic. Anyhow, after we figured out what was wrong, a friend ordered the part for us and we should be back online in a few days. My husband is convinced he can swap out the old motherboard for the new one. We'll see...

We had another blow last week as well. Less than 24 hours after I posted those photos of our dog Rocko wearing a hat, he was gone. Wednesday night when I came home from the farm, I noticed that he was laying out in the back porch and not in the kitchen with the Gardener and the girls. Odd. it looked like he hadn't eaten yet that day so I made up a bowl of his dog food with some warm chicken broth poured on top. Generally that's his favorite, but he wouldn't touch it. I cut up some leftover medium rare steak from the night before and he reluctantly ate it. Otherwise, he looked fine and we thought that he possibly ate something that didn't agree with him and if he wasn't better in the morning, I would take him in. By morning he was so weak he couldn't walk on his own. His ears were cold and the color had drained out of him. I called the vet right away to get him an appointment. I also called my brother to come and help me. He conveniently stayed home sick from work the night before (he's works nights), and by morning he was rested up and feeling better. Plus he loves me. The vet ran a blood test and some x-rays and determined that Rocko had some internal bleeding. He said it was most likely cancerous tumor on his spleen. The vet said if the surgery was successful yet cancerous, he would only have a few months left before the cancer took him. He had 9 good years and we didn't want him to suffer so I asked the vet to put him down. It felt like the right thing to do but it was still hard to process it all since it happened so fast. My brother and I both had tears in our eyes when we said goodbye to him. Goodbyes suck.

The vet's office gave us his body with no questions (I thought maybe they would have rules against this) so we could bury him out at my in-laws' house next to Oliver. By noon, Rocko was in the ground and the three of us, my brother, my father-in-law and myself, cracked a beer and talked about how just yesterday, or last week we all saw a healthy and happy old pooch, and now he's gone. So quick. Then, like freakin' clockwork, the school called and said Mae wasn't feeling well and had a slight fever so I should come pick her up. It was a day of not being able to catch my breath. Thankfully, not all days are like that and things are looking up. Mae's bug went as quick as it came without having to go to the doctor and we're talking about getting a puppy. Yay!

Since I'm computerless this week, I won't be doing Garden Monday or Wardrobe Wednesday. I'm crossing my fingers for next week. I'm also thinking I should get off of this computer and wash my hands. The parking meter is probably expired too. A parking ticket would round things out nicely, don't you think?

10 comments:

LL Cool Joe said...

Oh I'm so sorry about Rocko. :( How sad, especially after those photos of him last week. :(

What a nightmare with the computer too. Life just isn't so much fun without one is it? I hope it gets fixed real soon.

Secret Mom Thoughts said...

I'm so sorry about Rocko.

Jenni said...

Oh, what a week. So sorry about your pooch.

True Blue Texan said...

Sorry to hear about Rocko. That really sucks. Feeling the need to go home and give my pups a hug.

And hey, I am all for jumping back on the horse, so to speak, and getting another dog. Dogs make such a difference in our lives that I, for one, wouldn't want to be without one.

sheila said...

Poor sweet smile making Rocco. :o( So sorry for your loss. Sounds like a totally sucky week all around you poor thing.

Yuck on the library keys, as a germaphobe myself I can honestly say I feel like purelling just reading this post, lol.

Wild Child said...

Bad things come in threes. You're done.

So sorry about Rocko. Wow, that really wasn't all that much time to process. We're all sad for you.

Riot Kitty said...

I am so sorry! I had an adorable cat named Rocco and I cried my eyes out for weeks when he died.

Kelly said...

What a sucky week!!

Go wash your hands ;)

Typical Suburban Family said...

I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Dogs seem to become just as much a part of your family as the kids. I have no idea what we'll do without our dog someday. My heart goes out to you. Hopefully your week starts to improve.... it has to! Thinking of you.

Out in Them Sticks said...

I'm so sorry to hear your news. :( Big hug! Sorry for being so behind on things these days.