A month without Sam.

It's been a month since we lost one of our fur babies, Samson. It's hard to believe he's still not gonna greet me when I come home or coming flying down the stairs when it's time to go outside.  The last 3 months have been rough ones because we've had to deal with finding out Samson had cancer, losing him, and both of our other dogs have had some health issues. My heart can't take losing another one so soon.  Samson was such a good dog. He was a love. I thought I was getting better until this morning when I checked my email. And I got this picture with a note that said "I miss u Jilene".

Yes, obviously it wasn't from Samson. My dad sent it. But it made me cry. Because at this stage in my life, I don't have my own children(human ones), I have my fur babies. So losing them is very rough. Especially when you've put so much time, energy, and emotion into taking care of them. I have done a lot of that since May. Especially when I was here by myself when my parents were in Mexico and Michael was at work that weekend(May). I had to take Sam to the vet because he was not getting better...and it was then that I knew he wouldn't be around much longer. That was a really rough time. But we didn't want to selfishly hold onto him.  So the day we came home from work and he had gone blind in the time we had been gone that day, we knew it was time.  I will never forget him. He was so funny. He had some human characteristics that I just loved about him. I miss him howling when the phone rang, and pawing me when he wanted more lovies. I miss his "butterfly kisses" and him jumping up in his chair to look out the window to see us when we drove into the driveway. There are so many other things that I will miss about him. He was a great dog. He will forever be in my heart.

I've already moved on...

Sometimes you have to let go and move on. I know there are many times in life when we have to do this. Sometimes those times are in moments of contention. You just decide to let go of the fight because it's not worth fighting. When the argument is not beneficial...and no progress can be made. It's the moments where you take the high road. Sometimes those times are when people cannot see through their own pain and troubles. They may not understand, and want to continue the argument to make their point, but its just a waste of breath. It's a waste of your breath, time, and energy too...when they don't listen...or they continue beating "the dead horse," as the saying goes.

I, myself, am tired of having the same "argument" and hearing the same old thing over and over. This time is when I don't respond and waste my time in doing so. It's the time to continue moving forward with my life. Like I've been doing. No need to beat dead horses. They're already dead anyway.