Stage 5, Acceptance, III, well, uh...

[faithisbelieving]

SH....thank you for your kind thoughts and support. I tried....for so long to save this. Although I am not super religious, I am spiritual inside. I prayed and tried for nearly 2 years to save my M. Alas, I am more a realist than a religious stander. I was the filer. I lost a lot of 'standers' here afterwards.

Update

Nothing.

We have no conversation. Talk is at a minimal and for necessities only. New VS panties show up in the hamper....teeth whitening strips popping up....texts on our phone bill are up in the hundreds per month from her....she has moved on. I am nonexistent. It's coming time that I stop posting this crap.

My dog, a rescued grey...has been showing increased weakness in his back legs. He's lost 16lbs. I received a panic call from the kids the other day. I brought him in and he has 'canine degenerative myelopathy', or, sorta, a type of multiple sclerosis for dogs. He will have progressive loss of use of his rear legs, eventually requiring euthanasia. He is 12 1/2.

My W, who has spurned the poor pooch and left him out in inclement weather, is now 'so concerned'...texted me on how he is. I can't even talk to her. At the crack of dawn, she awoke to ask how he was.

Me: I left you something to read about him.

That's all I could muster. I had xeroxed a short page or so on his illness. I also did something I regret (minor). Ten years ago when XXX and I moved into our new house and we rescued Sammy, I took some pictures of her hugging him and sent them to the owner of a famous dog who sired Sammy. She has posted the pix on her website....still there after 10 years. I had forgotten about them and when I went back to her website to update her, saw them.

I printed the page out and wrote the following:

This is from 1998. Please discard when finished. Please encourage the kids to walk Sammy everyday. It may slow down the progression of his disease. He's lost 16 pounds...please make sure he gets fed in the morning.

The pix show a happy XXX...hugging Sammy (who she maligned and mistreated throughout)...and smiling with him on the steps of her newly constructed house. I didn't do this for ME...per se..but to hopefully make her more concerned for the well-being of the dog..that she DID hug him once.

Halfway to work, I almost turned the car around to tear up the paper. I would have..if I wasn't pressed for time.

FIB