Worst Week Ever . . .

My worst week was the week beginning the 8th December 1998. It was the first week my Dad had been away having been posted to the Falkland Islands for six months, and within that week our Cat died, my Grandad was diagnosed with terminal cancer and the Christmas tree fell over and set my living room on fire...

It wasn't good.

Recently a week to contend with that one was the week beginning the 25th February 2008. In that week we found out our next-door neighbour had been killed in Iraq leaving a wife and two children and my mother fell down the stairs at work and smashed all the bones in both her arms. She has yet to make any progress and is now looking at extensive oporations.

Last year in June, actually it was the worst month. The first day of my finals I heard that my parents are getting a divorce, three weeks later I got my results from my finals back and they were horrible, got me a bit depressed... But now I'm really happy :p

Sad update. The vet's office called this morning and said Missie had taken a turn for the worse over the weekend. Among the 42 wounds, the one near her rear end wasn't healing and it would be best to have her taken down.

I drove down and signed the papers after saying goodbye to her for the last time. She did look much worse than when I saw her Friday.

We're having her cremated and will put her ashes along side of Rambo (the male dog we had to say so long to back in November.) The little container we selected for him is large enough to hold both pouches of remains.

Needless to say, I am heart-broken.

Sorry to hear about that. If I had a dog that had to be put down I would make sure it had one last incredible meal with doggie ice cream for dessert.

My worst week was when a good friend of mine died from illness. She was 18. The last few weeks before she died I was filled with anger and hate towards her because she was lying to and misleading me; she thought she was doing me a favor by sparing me things I didn't want to know but was quite wrong. To call my behavior shameful would be far too kind. A week before she died we spent an afternoon in a room arguing and fighting for hours, trying to come to an understanding. We made promises to be honest with each other (promises she broke several times) and treat each other better. It was horrible and may have been the worst I had ever behaved in my life up to that point, but worse was yet to come. The day before she collapsed and was taken to the hospital I was asked to feel her forehead and it was very, very hot (probably 104, and possibly higher) and my first good and automatic response was to think, "Yikes! Her forehead is on fire." Then my anger took over and I think my exact thought was, "Let the bitch suffer." My response to it wouldn't have mattered either way because the infection was already in her and she died three days later, but it's still there and I know what I thought. We were traveling and every single person in our group had been sick (except me, at least not physically that is), she had already seen a doctor and was on antibiotics at the time I think, and when you're 19 you just don't think in terms of your friends dying. She was fit and exercised regularly.

So on top of the death of one of the greatest individuals I will ever know I have to add the worst behavior I ever exhibited in my life. I never had a chance to make things right with her. She died at the low point of our relationship. Devastating.

My condolences DV. My brother has a dog that is 15 and in very poor health, and me and my parents and I think he is not able to handle the dog's situation right because he can't accept the loss of his dog. I know how much a pet can mean to someone, even though I'm allergic to them (I told all my friends with pets not to bother inviting me over any more because I can't go there.) You did right by Missie.

Had I had the chance, I would have gladly fed her sirloin steak and her favorite chewbones before the end.

I would also have made more recent pictures.

Thanks!