I keep hearing the lyrics to that Annie song in my head. Lets see, my cat died. inexplicably. She was fine Sunday night. My kids called me at work and said she wasn't acting "right" but they couldn't say what was wrong. I told them to keep her in the house, keep her cool and make sure she drank till I could get home from work. 2 hours later she was dead. Then, I get to John and Tammy's and cook dinner, my kids and I get in a fuss there over driving my truck and not putting gas in it, etc. and my daughter and I were fussing in the driveway. Next thing I know, their 3 month old PUPPY gets hit by a pickup pulling a hog trailer. My best friend is 6'2", 300 lbs and that puppy was his BABY. He and I got in my truck to try to take the puppy to the vet to see if they could save him. We got halfway there and Jack Jack died in his arms and that big ol man cried like a baby ... and I wailed and cried for HOURS. I can't understand why that hurt me so bad, when my own dog died last year I wasn't that way. I wonder if it's because it was John's baby and John is my "person", or if it was just grief coming out or what. THEN. We get back to their house, his daughter spills a bowl of cereal in her moms new laptop (like a week old?) and then Tammy comes in the room and says that her niece (my age) had been found seizing and then stopped breathing. Her husband performed CPR till help could arrive, she was airlifted to Greenville (better hospital, where all of our serious cases are taken). This lady's daughter is one of MY daughter's best friends. We still don't know if she is going to make it or not. She is still on life support and unresponsive. Then this morning my brakes on my truck started grinding. I have had it a year this month AND it had a brake job not long after I got it. I'm just a wirly swirly ball of emotion this morning. I got here to work and just sat down and cried at my desk. I feel completely strung out. Was supposed to be taking the kids to Busch Gardens for a special trip this weekend and now with my truck messed up ... who knows.
I don't pray much anymore. I still believe. I just don't believe He hears ME. So I really just came here to ask anyone that would to pray for the children who lost their pets yesterday, and that young mother holding on by a thread. My nerves and car troubles are a drop in the bucket. Crystal's husband is a WRECK ... he'd be lost without her
