This post was going to be a rant on our local soccer organization.  Apparently they need volunteers to let parents know what needs to be done, what teams need coaches, and just make some general phone calls.  I didn't know this.  I had left numerous messages, sent many emails asking about my daughter's team and if there was anything I could do to help.

I finally get an email, after Scott had gone into the office the night practices started, letting us know what was going on.  I emailed them back saying it was straightened out and I apologized for being a pest and said thank you for getting back to me.  I got a nasty email in return stating that if US parents would volunteer and quit lecturing then more would get done in a more timely manner. 

I sent one back stating I had asked to help but it is kind of hard when no one will tell me what is needed and please let me know how I can help in the future.  But it was worded in a rude, polite way. 

I was going to go into that alot more than I have.  Because it has actually been a 5 emails now that were sent back and forth being rude, polite about the whole system.

But, our poodle, Dark Chocoloate Muffin, is now gone.  She is in doggie heaven.  She was my, our, second poodle.  I got my first poodle for my 3rd birthday.  I named her Doffi.  I don't know where I came up with that name.  I was 3, who knows that 3 year olds are thinking sometimes.  I loved her so much and she was my baby.  She slept with me and followed me around and waited for me to come home from school when I started kindergarten.

She died of Leukemia when I was 7 years old.  Mom was paying for her to have treatments to try to cure her.  It was during the summer and I had just turned 7, mom took Doffi in for another blood test and to see where they needed to go with treatment or just let her pass.  The vet had drawn blood and went out of the room to get some shot to give her when Doffi just fell over in my mom's arms.  She died in the vet's office.  I didn't go to that visit for some reason.  I don't remember why. 

I remember my mom coming home from the vet, I was sitting on the kitchen floor, eating an apple, watching something on tv, just waiting for mom to bring home my baby.  Mom touched me on top of my head and I turned around and saw her face.  She had tears streaming down her face and I knew then that my baby was dead.  Doffi only lived 4 years.

Muffin lived 14 1/2 years.  She was biting everyone, she was peeing and throwing up everywhere, she was hiding from everyone because she couldn't see.  The vet recommended it a few months ago and mom and I just couldn't bring ourselves to do it.  She had lost so much weight that she was down to only about 5 pounds when she had weighed almost 15 pounds a few months ago.  The medicine to give Muffin could have helped her for a while but he said she was just old for a Poodle.  The surgery to correct her cataracts was an outrageous price.  The vet kept saying it was more humane in the long run to put her to sleep.  She had cancerous lumps on her back as well.  The vet would remove them and they would come back after a few months. 

A friend told me that bad things come in 3's.  Granny is almost gone, she drifts in and out of consciousness, isn't eating, and her bowel sounds are totally gone. If that was too much information I'm sorry.  Her oxygen level is down to 80 and I guess once you hit 88 you are put on oxygen.  Muffin is gone now.  And last but not least, Scott's knee going out.  This really isn't that bad, really, but we are back to just one paycheck for a while.  Again I am looking at this in a positive light.  He is still employed, he is healthy, we are all healthy and under one roof.

To those who aren't I am so sorry.  I have helped in what little way I can.  There are some "evacuees" that were brought to our little town and are at our race track.  I took 4 packs of diapers and some formula to our Child, Youth, and Family Services today and I am able to help the families that were brought here.  It's not much compared to what is needed but it helps a little.  A few babies will have some clean butts for a while and a few bottles. 

I'm going to study my new course and take my mind off things. 

well i am sorry to hear about your problems and i do wish you the best. i lost my grandmother a couple of years ago. she was 98 years old. in my heart i wanted her to live forever.
i also have owned a lot of dogs. my last one was a real buddy to me. she was a german shepard mixed. she was just great. she was 13 years old when she died. that was one bad day for me. i love dogs but i have not even looked for one since she died. pets will break your heart when they die.
well try and stay strong and live each day the best you can.

Thank you mrhaney