Friday, January 6, 2012


If you've been a long time reader, you know that the new year never starts for me until after my big work deadline comes to a close.  This year, that deadline was January 3.  So, January 4:  Happy new year!

But, there is weirdness.  After putting in 91.5 hours at the office between December 26 and January 4, I kind of dropped.  Not in the bad way or anything.  Just woke up Thursday morning and could not get past the exhaustion and the throbbing headache so I took the day off and slept.  Until 3:00 p.m.  I wish I could've stayed home today too but I guess I'm too responsible or something.

Anyhow.  Somewhere between Wednesday night and the wee hours of Thursday, I came to the realization that it is time to let my Gigi bear go.  She's been in a slow, steady decline for years, mostly because of a back/hip injury she sustained when she was less than a year old.  Since we lost Maggie in October, that decline has sped up.  In a way, it was easier with Maggie; it was so clear she needed me to let her go.  With Ginger, it's a lot harder to tell when it's time.  And we have been together for eight years now.  But she crossed a line about two weeks ago and has been markedly worse the past few days.  It's time.

So.  I was going to work on catching up with things here this weekend but now my plans have changed.  After Saturday, this will be the first time since I was 20 that I won't have a pet to come home to.  It's going to be a big adjustment.

I'll be back some time next week. 

--the CilleyGirl


  1. Awww, nuts. :-(

    I'm sorry. Call me if you want/need to.

  2. I'm sorry. I know how it is when your pet goes over the Rainbow Bridge