The last straw

Today was one of those days that I wish I hadn't gotten out of bed at all. First I had to go to the lawyer for another affidavit and then to the bank to withdraw the last of my IRAs. The whole business with the lawyer took me less than 30 minutes, but I wasted 2 hours at the bank because the place where I'm getting the mortgage couldn't fax the buy-sale contract. Then I ran to Sana to hand in what I hope were the last papers. So my morning was a big waste of time.

But hoping that things ran smoothly afterwards was too much to ask. I got home and mom told me that Pixie had another seizure. Okay, that was that! I'd planned to take him to the vet tomorrow, but with this 3rd. seizure this week, I knew I couldn't wait anymore. So I ran with him to the same vet that had performed the operation in his mouth 4 years ago. Dr. Moore ran a few tests on him, and the final diagnose is that he has heart disease. *sighs* Yes, he is dying. His heart is bigger than it's suppossed to be. It can't take much more. His lungs are accumulating a bit of water. She gave me some pills for his heart and told me that I'm to keep him relax at all times - meaning no barking, no chasing after whatever moves in our backyward, no getting happy, etc. Meanwhile, he keeps sleeping in my bed. He's too scare to sleep alone anymore. And to be honest, he can't be left alone either.

How does that affect me? I'm constantly feeling tired. At night, I can barely sleep because I wake up with the slightless movement Pixie makes. Then the new house deal is also getting on my nerves. At times I feel all happy about the possibility of a new house. But then there are times in which I question my own sanity.