So I skipped MFC last week. I think I had good reason. It was an all around shit-tastic week, to say the least. Did I mention my dog died on the day before my MIL's funeral? Yea, that happened on top of everything else. I dropped her off in such a rush to get to Texas to be with my family after my MIL passed away from f*cking cancer, there was no proper goodbye.
My Ruby, my 12 year old red haired, brown eyed rescue mutt died of heart failure, alone and in the kennel...and I feel so guilty and heartbroken.
Do I sound a little bitter? Sarcastic? Angry? Maybe.
I'm just trying to process and make sense of it all while staying strong and keeping the household running. That's my job. I'm the mom, wife, employee, etc. The caretaker. The organizer. You name it, I need to hold it together.
But I am still grateful. Despite everything, I try to take a moment every single day (granted, sometimes it's a FORCED moment) to acknowledge my blessings.
This week I'll keep it to one thing. I am thankful for the eleven years our family got to spend with this girl.
Ruby Shooby Doo {WE MISS YOU}
blessings
x

