I apologize for not posting in a very long time. A lot has been going on for me. It all started sy the end of 2021 when my husband was suddenly fired for poor customer service at a place that had awarded him twice for excellent customer service. He was coming up on his 5th year there. They just didn't want to give him the raise he would have been due.
We spent the entire year of 2022 struggling to just pay the bills and feed our animals. I lost about 20 pounds of weight from having to change my diet to a mre frugal one. I was eating way less than normal. It ended up being a blessing. So there is that. It was a year of constant worry and stress. It was also a year of seeing what some people are made of.
The last job my husband had in 2022 was working for a furniture store delivering furniture for $10 an hour. He was on a delivery the day before new years eve. A puppy ran out in front of the truck in the trailer park they were making the delivery to. He managed not to hit it. They did the delivery and the puppy sat and watched. It was sitting beside a trash can. On top of the trash can was a crate and a dog bed. He looked like a dump job to him. He and his coworker went and knocked on doors and asked people if they knew where the puppy belonged. No one had any idea and had never seen it before.
He also looked for any sign of a puppy. There was no shelter no food and water nothing like that he could find so he put the puppy in the crate and brought it home for the night. In the morning I went to the lost pets page to post a picture and look for the owner. If I couldn't find one I was going to find it one. I did not need a puppy with our financial situation. My husband left for work and I was making my post. He called me to tell me the owner was at the store. Initially I was very happy. He came home and picked up the puppy.
About 30 minutes later he called to tell me he was fired for stealing the puppy. I was confused, I said you didn't steal it, did you explain what happened? Yes and even his coworker told them what happened. They had talked about him taking the puppy for the night but my husband ended up doing it because I had easier internet access. My husband has a big heart and didn't want it to get hurt. So he was fired for doing the right thing.
I got on the local jobs wanted facebook group and the first post I saw was for the place that he works now. They hired him and We have been blessed by this job. It's taken a while but we have finally caught up on the bills. We have food to eat. We have our medicines and there is less stress. My birthday wasn't too far away. So was my fathers and my daughters. I spent a lot fo time with my dad. He had been ailing for a few years so I went with him to all his doctors appointments. I got him to cardiac rehab twice a week. Mondays were daddy days. He turned 89 in March and I had my birthday in April.
Something you need to know about my father. He went to work Tuesday - Friday. Even at his age. He was a barber and loved his job and had a lot of regulars. When he was at his sickest he was detirmined to go back to work. The doctors were like "yeah grandpa here's the prescription for your walker so medicare will cover it." He proved them all wrong and went back to work. It took us a bit but we managed to get him a good team of doctors. We stayed on their butts and when they saw him doing better they were motivated to do their best. It's a shame it has to be like that but it's true.
On my Birthday I broke a tooth. It was very painful but I was able to get into a dentist and get it fixed. That being said the day was shot so I just went to bed. The next day my sister called to say she was taking dad to the ER. He came home early from work and said he was cold and his chest hurt. Then he argued about going to the hospital and complained the whole time they were in the ER. Just like dad. They were putting him in ICU so finally I was able to go in. Covid protocols in the ER UGH. I ran to the ICU. When I got there he looked fine and was complaining about everything.
He told me happy birthday and smiled. I told him about my tooth. He was fine. The heart monitors told a different story. The last thing he said to me was "I love you baby." Before he was intubated. I slept in the ICU waiting room for a few hours. I was at the hospital all day. He was aware most of the day. Holding my hand and mouthing words to me. There were moments when we thought he might turn around. He passed away that night.
To say I have been depressed is an understatement. 8 months later my support fur baby died in her sleep. She was 13. That was almost the proverbial straw. The last 2 years of my life have been hell. Things need to change. I think that will be with me writing more. I need that outlet.
I am going to put this story on hold. I need to tell a different story right now. It will be in this AU Tolkien verse I am exploring. My mind frame is different. It might be a bit dark. I don't know but for now I need to put this story aside. I do plan to come back to it. Fot those of you that are still here. Thank you. I hope you will give my next story a chance.