One of those days

It's one of those days.

You know the kind, where your kids seem almost as if they're plotting the demise of your sanity. Yup, one of those. Oh, and let's not forget how everything else can snowball right along with all the other little things.

The biggest "thing" right now is Hunter. The snowball started last week when I noticed he'd been acting a little strange. A trip to the vet, some bloodwork and x-rays and then a follow-up call from the vet and I went into full-blown anxiety mode.

Today saw us at two separate veterinary offices for an ultrasound and then more bloodwork as we confirmed that he needs his spleen removed. Is it cancer? Dunno yet. Surgery is scheduled for Wednesday morning and then...well, I don't know. I'll know how bad it is when I get a call either from a nurse or the doctor. A nurse means it's very bad and I'll have to make the call to let him go on the table or bring him home and wait for the inevitable. The doctor means a (hopefully) better prognosis.

I know this may seem silly to some--I mean, c'mon, he's a dog--but this boy is 10 years old and like my own kid. He came into my life at a really rough time and he's been my cuddle buddy, confidante and companion for so long now. Not to mention that it's not even a year since losing Kenei. This is the worst part of loving pets so much: their lives are always too short to bear. Maybe what I need is a parrot.

Anyway, I'm sorry to dump all this here...I mean, you probably didn't come here to be depressed or read my rambling thoughts on man's best friend and my bad day. I just needed to get it out...besides, it's cheaper than therapy.