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Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Monday, December 19, 2022

Cut Deep

Adoring Husband and I decided over the weekend that not so psychotic dog, Colli’s quality of life had reduced considerably and it was time to set her free.

He phoned the vet this morning to discuss whether Amanda could come out to us or if we needed to make an appointment and take Colli in.

We had two choices.

Today at noon or 16th January and we had to go into the vet.

BGWLBH drove me into The Bay with Colli on my lap while AH stayed at home taking care of Harley.

AH was very sad and cried a lot.

Knowing what was coming, we drove in silence.

I held it together until I walked through the clinic doors and all my strength left me.

BGWLBH waited in the reception area while I took Colli into the room.

As we waited for the vet, I explained to deaf Colli what was going to happen and I told her through my tears that we loved her and I thanked her for giving us 16.5 years of unconditional love and that soon she would be free of pain and meeting up again with Jack and Ruby.

It was a different vet because Dr Amanda wasn’t in today. 

She was lovely but I wished she was Dr Amanda.

It was quick and peaceful.

As I requested, the vet left me alone with Colli and I shed some tears before wrapping her securely in her blanket and carrying her out to the car where I lay her in her bed to take her home for burial.

We drove home in silence.

Adoring Husband and I cried together and while I kept Harley inside, he dug Colli’s grave. Together, we said goodbye to her and he took her outside to bury her.

It has been such a sad and traumatic day.

RIP little Colli.





Nite all.

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