#hes since recovered but my mom said hes going back to the vet on wednesday to see abt everything

[radicalhighway-moved]

today i am being reminded that pets are not eternal

[myeternalsin]

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT!

Hello everyone! 2020… WOW. Can I just say that it has been a complete and utter rollercoaster! IT’S BEEN AWFUL! I am making this post to explain multiple things about myself, my stories, my accounts, etc, so grab a cup of your favorite drink and finger snacks because this is gonna be one long a*$ post! (Excuse my French, but considering everything I’m about to explain I felt like I needed to write that!)

First off, 2020. I believe everyone thought that 2020 was going to be their year. Everyone had their hopes and spirits high to the skies. I was one of those many people. I celebrated New Years Eve with my boyfriend of 3 and a half years and thought this year would be perfect. Valentines day on a Friday, my 21st birthday on Easter, 4th of July on a Saturday, etc. COVID-19 happened. I live in Cedar Rapids Iowa where honestly, my governor had and still has done sh*t about COVID-19. 

Around the end of March I was hit with some very hard information. 

The daycare I worked at, 8-5, as a full time job during the week of spring break had it’s numbers DROP. I went from a class of 12 children to a minimum of 4 a day to a maximum of 7 children. I was even given Wednesday off along with my teacher assistant as we were TOO overstaffed at the center. Usually when I leave work at 5 o'clock, there’s about 20 to 25 children left by the end of the day since we close at 6. I should have known that Monday that the week was going to get worse. There were only 6 CHILDREN at the center when I left EARLY at 4:30. The next day I came home at 10 since we were overstaffed again, and was called at noon that our daycare was shut down. I’m laid off. Start filing for unemployment. 

I was completely HEARTBROKEN. I was truly hoping to stay open, not for the pay or to “get the virus so I can stay home” as some of my co workers joked-but to stay open for the CHILDREN. I was praying that they could get through this and that this whole COVID-19 would blow ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL over soon… boy, was I WRONG! 

I celebrated my 21st birthday at the apartment with my boyfriend instead of bar hopping since everything was shut down. I was completely and utterly BOARD. I had no clue what to do with myself! During this time, my boyfriend was also stuck in the apartment instead of at the office. While we were at the apartment, there was this trend on TikTok called the “towel drop challenge”. I was honestly thinking that since were both cooped up in this tiny apartment that was could, ya know, get it on~

Three and a half years. I was with this boy for three and a half years without ever losing my V-card! I mean, we’d tried on multiple occasions but I just never got my cherry popped. I was told by my mom that any boy would have taken my virginity by now and not waited this long. I even asked him a year after we were together if he was possibly gay or asexual. Which wouldn't have been a problem AT ALL! I have no hate against him however he identified sexually, I just wished that he would have told me or he would have done something about it. 

That fateful day, I let him know that I wanted his time and attention. He could have walked away from his computer. There were times where he’d either be on his phone with his head down while “working”, or he’d come out into the living room to play a video game for half an hour while still “logged in and working”. I was hoping to just get ten minutes of his time. I was lying in my bed, naked and waiting for him. I know he saw me too, yet he didn’t do anything. It was the end of his work work shift, and I was waiting with anticipation for him to just POUNCE on me. 

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “I’m going downstairs to do laundry.”

My whole entire being shattered. I was completely DEVASTATED. I always asked myself after every time we tried having sex if something was wrong with me. Was I not pretty enough? Is it because I got bigger throughout the years we were together? Was it because I was inexperienced? Was I performing wrong on him when we would do stuff? I was pretty sure I was attracted to him both physically and personality wise. So what was wrong?

I got so upset and started screaming and yelling at him while crying everything out about not only what he just did, but about everything. In the end, I just collapsed on the bed and said “I want to go home.” I was like a broken record, uttering that saying over and over again.

So, I moved out. I am still living with my parents, and honestly it was rough and still is. I became so depressed. This boy was my best and sadly only friend I ever had. I had pushed away all of the friends I used to have because of him. I tried contacting some old friends, but they had all moved on with their lives. Everyone’s getting married, engaged, having kids, having pets, graduating college. I had nothing, or at least it felt like it at the time.

No friends, no boyfriend, moved in with my parents, and no job.

That’s right. The owner of the daycare never hired me back on, along with six other staff members. Around the beginning of July, I was wondering why I hadn’t been contacted to come back to work. I was willing to travel even though I didn’t live in that city anymore because of the breakup. I was notified by a coworker that they were back to work already a month ago and she was wondering where I was! I called the daycare and never went through to anyone about why I wasn't back.

I felt so useless. A failure. Disappointment. I wanted to not exist. 

I knew that I shouldn’t have had these thoughts, and it scared the shit out of me that my mind was not only thinking it-but the feeling and urge to actually follow through with it.

So, I contacted my doctor. Got some antidepressants, and am trying to get a therapist at the moment. My doctors building with their therapist are practically booked with everything going on. It’ll still be a little bit before I can talk to someone. I was told by my doctor to try to find something to do that peaks my interest. I thought of my work and you guys. I’m proud of the writing I have and can’t believe I left you guys hanging, both on request and stories. I found something I could do to lift my spirits up yet again!...

PHSYIC!

August 10th 2020, I woke up at 10 in the morning. I made a hearty breakfast and an iced coffee for the first time in FOREVER! I was pumping myself up to get on here and to start writing again! After I was done eating, the city sirens went off.

“Is there a tornado?” I asked my parents. They themselves didn’t know either because both cable and the electricity went out as soon as I asked. We all hurried downstairs with all three and a half dogs as the wind picked up and the rain became more heavy. (I said a half because M,W,F we babysit my sister's little beagle dog.)

We sat and waited for the storm to be over and we were wondering what was going on. My dad was about to get up when BOOM! The house shook and vibrated all around us.

My mom started crying hysterically, my dad tried to comfort the dogs and create a barrier for them not to go upstairs, and I just kinda sat there. It was like I wasn’t really registering what was going on. Maybe it was because I was trying to stay positive? Maybe a couple branches just smashed the siding of the house or window? Were the antidepressants not allowing me to cry and freak out? I wasn’t sure what was going on with me at the time. 

The rain stopped and my parents went upstairs to check everything out while I stayed downstairs with the dogs.

“Drip!”

“Argh! What the!?” I exclaimed as I showed my flashlight on my phone to the ceiling. It was dripping from the heating and cooling vent. I saw other droplets of water along the Styrofoam tile ceiling, and followed the trail towards the small kitchen area where there was water IN the ceiling light!

“Uhhhh, guys?” I yelled to my mom and dad upstairs.

“Wait a couple minutes sweetie!” My mom responded back as I started to hear their hurried feet running around upstairs.

“We got water coming downstairs!” I hollered as I grabbed a couple of empty solo cups I had downstairs since I was living down there to start collecting the water.

“Yeah? That’s ’cause we got a hole in the house!” My dad yelled.

The big tree in the backyard that was planted from the previous owner back in the 1950’s crashed into the living room from this storm we later learned 3 days later called Derecho. We’ve been recovering for about a month now. Almost everything is back to normal. 

We got power and water back 2 weeks ago from today, the internet back a week ago, and cable has been kind of wonky. We’ve been wanting nothing but the news and were able to have cable for ONE DAY. It crashed and we still don’t have cable. We’ve tried antennas but they just aren’t working in our location. 

The downstairs floor is ruined. We had to rip out the carpet and the floors now have asbestos. I live upstairs now in the guest room and we’re pretty much confined to the entry way since we still have a huge hole in the living room. No comfortable seating either. We’re hoping to hear back from the insurance claim sometime this week… but there's a possibility that we might just have to move if the damage is too much. 

To put the good old fashioned cherry on top, one of our dogs may no longer be with us this week. She hasn’t eaten in the past couple of days and is only drinking water. We’re taking her to the vet tomorrow to see what’s going on, or if she’s suffering too much.

Honestly… 2020 can F#@! OFF! It’s been such an awful year! But! I am ready to get back into the swing of things and get back to writing and writing for you guys again!

I was going to explain some things about my accounts and rules but I feel a tad bit drained after writing this all out, and I haven't typed on a keyboard in so long! My wrists HURT! Give me a couple of hours and I'll be back with a PSA part 2! I will be posting this to all of my accounts so no one is left out of the loop. Be back soon! 

~MyEternalSin

[m-is-for-mungo]

So, I think it's time.

Personal time, scroll past if you aren't interested. I wish I could say I made any of this up.

TW: emotional, verbal, and sexual abuse, homelessness, depression, incest, dog death

Some of y'all may remember that I moved to Montana and basically kept the blog updated with my journey. Some of my mutuals know why I moved. But I'm ready to talk about it.

I moved to Pennsylvania in 2016 to live with my then fiance. I was pressured into moving much sooner than I wanted, to a place me and him had never discussed prior to his dad getting him a state job in Mansfield, Pennsylvania. I had to drop out of college, I left all my friends and family. I gave up musical theatre, and missed out on a big part that had my name on it because my fiance and his mother had been badgering me and pressuring me to move early.

So I did.

One memory that is burned into my mind is my mom standing in my grandmother's kitchen asking me one last time if I was sure I wanted to do this, and that it wasn't too late for us to just drive back home. I wish I had gone home.

But I drove alone to an apartment I had never seen before. While I was in those four walls, I was subjected to verbal abuse, emotional abuse and neglect, the deepest bout of depression I had ever had and am still recovering from, and that was just from my fiance. That doesn't include the abuse from his mother, the constant "You aren't good enough for my son," "when are you giving us grandchildren, we were your age when we had [ex-fiance]." I was 22. He was 24. We were barely making it with us two and a dog, and they expected me to get pregnant and have a grandchild for them.

This went on for a year, in person. We had been on the bad end of the relationship before I ever moved but I thought it would fix things. I threatened to leave multiple times, but how could I leave with not enough money to get home, care for my dog on the trip, fuck myself I could make it but I was worried for her. So I stayed.

I stayed even though I was being abused. Emotionally, verbally, and sexually. I overheard him every night on the PS4 talking to his friends how much of a cunt I was, if sex hurt, it wasn't his problem, how I don't do anything for him.

I cooked, I cleaned, I took care of him. I wasn't his partner, i was his second mother.

A year and some change in, I finally had it. I sat him down and I gave him his ring back and I told him I could no longer be with him. I would start working and save up money and get out, but until then, he had to work with me and be a roommate and just make the best of it.

A month later, he lost his job and began to pull unemployment. He would stay up nights on end, playing games with his friends until he would pass out where he laid, stay there for 16-20 hours, wake up, and repeat. During this time, I reached 245 pounds because I was emotionally eating and no longer cared for myself.

He and I spoke briefly about him considering moving back with his parents, as during this time, my parents sold the house in Mississippi and moved to Montana. It was no longer an easy drive for me to leave. 2 days of travel turned into 4. He said he would think about it. He left to see his parents for Christmas of 2017. On January 2nd, 2018, I got a message from him that he would be coming up on the 4th to get his stuff.

He had not involved me in any decisions.

I had $1.14 in my account.

I had no phone as he hadn't bothered to pay any bills for months.

I had no food.

My tires were going bad in my car.

And I had a sick dog.

That night, or early in the morning of the 3rd, my sweet Lily died. She had started to have seizures and I had nothing to help her. I couldn't get a hold of my ex to have him call an emergency vet. My mom couldn't get a hold of him, and she did her best for being across the country. I still hear Lily's last breath in my head. I remember the scream ripping through my chest and the absolute despair I felt.

And all he had to say to me was "I knew she was sick but I didn't do anything about it."

So I cut contact with him. I paid 4 and 5 months backed bills on a part time minimum wage job, leaving me pennies to live off of. My parents did the best they could, they paid my rent so I could still have a roof.

I went months alone. I lost 40 pounds that first month he was gone. Whether it was not eating, not eating the shitty junk food he ordered every night, or the stress, I don't know why I lost so much so fast.

And then my ex boyfriend came into the picture. I had worked with him for months at goodwill. Harmless flirting, he had a girlfriend after all. Just a joke here or there, and then we'd get back to our tasks. Until one day he came in, looking rough as hell, and only said "I don't have a girlfriend anymore."

So I reached out to him. He had been cheated on once again by the girl, and was hurting a lot more than he was showing. So I gave him a hand up. I didn't want to see him sad. And as we talked, he got deeper and deeper and he cried. I offered him a place to stay, since he had nowhere that was safe. And we started dating.

My lease would be up by the end of this month, and so we worked and worked on my place, we both quit goodwill and got much better jobs. He was able to start his much sooner than I did. Things were honestly looking up. He reconnected with his dad, who offered us a home. So slowly, we moved my stuff over there.

And then it happened.

On a Tuesday night in May, we moved the last bit of my stuff to his dad's. We had a great night, and he asked me if I regretted anything. I told him I didn't.

Wednesday morning, we had a small spat and he left. Walked back to his ex girlfriend and reconciled.

Thursday, my dad flew out and we got my affairs in order.

Friday, I no longer had a place that I could say I lived. My parents shelled over money to get a uhaul and my ex' s dad was a good man who took the day off so I could get my stuff, and I wrangled up some friends to help me pack the uhaul. Me and his dad were talking when his phone, my phone, and his step mothers phone all went off at the same time. His aunt had been keeping an eye on the situation and sent out a screenshot of his Facebook where he announced that he asked his ex to marry him.

They're step siblings.

By Sunday morning, they were married and me and my dad were in Illinois.

And the rest has been... blessedly boring since I've moved to Montana. I stayed with my parents for two months. I got my head on straight and then moved an hour away and have been providing for myself. I met some great friends, both irl and online. I've met an incredible guy, Matt, or as Oz calls him, Rangar the Red.

I'm happy. I don't feel the need to run away to Tumblr for an escape nearly as much as I did when I originally made this blog. It has finally moved into a "I'm doing this because I enjoy this community and content", not "I spend my every waking moment on Tumblr because if I stay in reality too long, it'll be the end of me."

And I know this was long, and I promise, I left a lot out, but I needed to get it out. I've talked about it here and there to friends, but it's finally become my story to tell and I'm at peace with what I have left in the past.

I appreciate every single one of y'all. For a while, this blog was my only purpose. And each and every one of y'all were my reason to get up for another day and provide what little content I had to share.

I will never be able to properly convey how much you all mean to me, but I can keep trying.

[mydearduchess]

11.2.19 12:08am

Dear Duchess,

It’s been just over a day since your passing.  I am still in shock.  I have so many things I want to say to you.  And so many I want to never forget.  

So, I made this blog.  To vent.  To cry.  To remember.  Everything.

Coming home after my first day back to work for the week on October 30, 2019...I wasn’t expecting to see you dying.  You threw up on your blanket again that morning in the bathroom.  And then threw up all the water you drank into the bathtub.  I move you quickly from behind the toilet because it was easier to clean up in the tub.  You curled up in the back of the tub then, as I got ready to leave for the day.  Construction was supposed to be bad again, so I was in a rush to leave.  I pulled your tiny body from the tub, set you on a clean blanket next to your water bowl, and kissed your head.  I said, “I will see you later,” before leaving the bathroom and going to work.  I was fighting a head cold, so I felt pretty bad that day.  My head hurt.  I wanted to stay home another day.

The Sir messaged me later that night before I got home that he was in the bedroom with you kitties, though I assumed he just meant Blade.  When I got home, closer to 1am on Halloween, that’s where I found you all.  Except, instead of loafing on the bed, you were on your side, laying on a pillowcase on the dresser.  Soaked into the pillowcase and your tail was urine.  

You had peed and just laid in it.

For a cat going through Renal Failure, this was a sign to the veterinary student in me.  Because as much as I wanted to say it wasn’t time... you also had hardly eaten that morning, and all day... and I had to work... and it was Halloween.

But it was soon time.  This was the moment I have been dreading for over 18 years.  

I pulled up a seat next to the dresser and cried as I pet you.  Your fur had long been unkempt, it was greasy and thin.  Sir didn’t quite understand my sudden reaction.  But I knew.  So, I talked to you, and cried, and pet your bumpy head.  Those Mass Cell Tumors sure got everywhere, huh?  I told you that it was okay, you could let go.  Let go of the pain, and the fatigue, and the worry.  That I loved you.  And thanked you for everything you taught me and did for me.  You saved my life when I was so low I wanted to die.  You kept me sane and comfortable and loved when dealing with my parents’ issues and my horrible homesickness.  You taught Dana and Joe and so many others what it was like to love a cat.

And I prayed.  For a miracle.  For answers.  For myself... how would I recover?

You see, my Dear Duchess, you were so special, and so smart, and so loved.  There will never be another feline quite like you.  I will never have another companion like you.  The relationship we shared... it was... I can’t describe how unique it was and will ever be.  We grew up together, though you aged so much faster.  You were an integral part of my childhood, my adolescents, my innocence.  

Maybe that’s why this feels so final?  I have grow up... and you won’t be there to share my experiences with me anymore.  I won’t be able to introduce my children to you.  No cat will ever share what we had.  

You were the best cat.  You did tricks.  You came with us on walks and in the car.  You were my guinea pig when I was a child... you taught me about trust.  And you trusted me.  Solely.  

So I hope you don’t hate me for the choice I made that night.  I wanted you to pass at home, in my arms, in your sleep.  I stayed up all night, crying, and trying to hold you.  All you wanted to do was be alone.  Eventually, you spent most of the night sleeping on my pillow, as you had a million times before.  My “hat cat.”  You occasionally bumped my hand with your head, resting it in my palm.  I felt your purrs in your throat, though I could not hear them.  It was a blessing to have that one more time.  You slept quite soundly that night, although you routinely woke up to pee...once on me.  That was okay though.  I didn’t mind.  I got to have you a little longer.  

I called in to work for the day... 10/31/19... I had slept maybe 3 hours.  I called the vet office too.  We made an appointment later in the day... 3:40pm.  I had just 5 hours left with my beautiful, sweet kitten.

So I got some of your favorites.  Milk, fritos, etc.  You know what you loved.  You got cottage cheese too.  We called Mom and William... they got to say good-bye over Facetime.  You stayed curled in my lap on the cloud blanket.  We all knew this was the right time.  Mom finally cried.  After weeks of me fretting and calling her, she finally cried for you.  They loved you too.

Dana and Evan were coming to support us.  While we waited for them and the time grew closer, we brought all 5 of our beautiful kitties to the bedroom to share a can of fancy feast (something you hadn’t had in a while, as you ate a lot of baby food).  You, being the queen, at on the dresser, while the jesters ate on the ground below you.  Let’s be honest, Duchess, you ran the house.

Soon, we were preparing to leave.  I put you in your blue camo harness and leash set, opting that a crate wouldn’t be necessary for this last adventure.  As we left the house, it was cold.  Some snow was on the ground.  I held you close to me, and asked Dana to take some final pictures of us together.  I have so many pictures of you.  But not many of us together.  I kissed your head.  Then Evan wrap the blanket over you and helped me get in the car. 

You looked out the window the whole ride there... even though it was only a few minutes.  It was like you weren’t sick at all.  We were just going for a ride.  I kissed you again and again and whispered so many things to you.  I started to cry again.

They got us in to the room quickly.  A blanket was set on the table, but we put ours on top.  It smelled like home.  Like me.  Like you.

They spelled your name wrong on the papers (don’t know who this “Dutchess” is, but I crossed it out and put the correct name).  I signed the euthanasia and cremation paperwork.  It was finalized.  Not a lot of room to change our minds.  

I asked for just a few more minutes.  You got so many pets.  You rubbed.  I asked Sir to kiss your head and love you, then Dana.  They loved you so much.  The vet came in, and you immediately got up to greet her.  Always the social cat.  You were so good.  

They let me hold you to set the catheter.  She couldn’t use your left leg, due to a tumor bump being right over your vein.  So she clipped a spot on your right leg.  I held off, and she got the catheter in on the first stick.  Your vein was tiny.  You were likely very dehydrated.  But we got it in.  

I didn’t want you to be sedated, but I guess that’s just protocol at this vet.  She put the ketamine in and you slowly started to slump in sleep.  I kissed you and told you I loved over and over.  I was the last thing you saw, and smelled, and hear, and felt.  

As she asked if I was ready, I fell over your body and cried.  “I love you.  Thank you.  You are such a good kitty.”  My ear rested on your chest and I heard your quiet, slow heartbeats come to a stop.  Dana, Sir, and Evan had their hands on me, but I was so hyper-focused on you.  By the time I looked up, the pink fluid was all the way in.  There was no going back. 

The vet had to listen.  She said you were gone.  I asked for a bit of time with you.  I hugged your limp, warm body to me.  This was the good-bye, my dear.  Dana helped me get pictures of each of your feet (FR, FL, RR, RL), and then stamps of them as well.  They aren’t perfect, but that’s okay.  I will get tattoos of all your feet.  You can walk with me forever that way.  

I requested to bag you myself.  I would be the last one to touch your body.  As I placed you in the black cadaver bag, I hugged you hard, one last time.  I tied it.  Placed the paperwork on it.  I left the exam room to ask if I could place your body in the freezer too.  I have to see what time their truck comes on Wednesday.  If I can, I will take you from the freezer and into the truck before your body is finally carried away from me forever.  The next I will see of you is a bag of ash. 

I hope it’s okay that I have you cremated.  I was so worried that if I buried you somewhere, and then moved, that I would never be able to visit you or have you again.  And this way, as I told my Sir, you will be placed in my own coffin someday, to forever be with me.

That’s the story of your death.  I don’t want to forget these details, although I’m sure some of them will fade.  All you need to know and remember is that I LOVED YOU THE MOST.  You will forever be my beautiful, sassy, smart, wonderful kitten.  You will never be forgotten, not by me.  Every cat, every pet, every person, will be compared to you.  And that’s just it, none will compare.  You were my child, my friend, my confidant, my longest relationship aside from my immediate family.  But I guess, in a way, you were my immediate family too.  

And you were over 18 years.  We always celebrated your birthday on Valentine’s Day (2/14/02)... but you were born in the late summer... of 2001.  75% of my life so far has been with you.  From Valentine’s Day to Halloween of 2019... ironic that these are the holidays for you. 

I will write to you often.  And someday, we will meet over that Rainbow Bridge.  Just wait close by, I will be there.  

Love, Missy

[gonnabesyk]

about a month ago, my dad’s dog was struck with some sort of catastrophic illness. I think he had a stroke, but his health has been gradually declining over the past year or so. 

Around Christmas, his nose crusted over and bloody mucus began pouring from the left nostril. His eyes were covered in sticky, purulent-looking discharge that never cleared up (even after antibiotics). I feared distemper since they haven’t had their shots in a few years, but the vet disagreed

I started gently encouraging my mom to think about euthanasia a few weeks ago, but she insisted it just wasn’t time yet. Today, he can barely stand. He appears to be deaf and blind - so disoriented, he can’t find the front door or his food bowl anymore. His joints are stiff, his teeth are rotten, he cries whenever someone tries to touch him. Mom is feeding him whatever he will eat at this point, but he’s wasting away. When he isn’t eating, he lies on the couch looking miserable. 

I talked to her again today about having him put down.. Of course, I told her it’s her decision and I won’t judge her either way, but I have to admit it’s very hard for me to see him in so much pain. He’s clearly suffering, his quality of life is 0. There’s no way Cooper is ever going to recover; I think he probably has cancer on top of the stroke

We adopted him in 2008. I saw an ad in the paper for boxer/mastiff puppies and begged my parents. They said no. I begged some more. No. I cried and begged. We need a puppy! No. But dad, they’ll be GONE by tomorrow. And you’ve always wanted a mastiff! He gave in, but was livid. My sister called the number in the ad and later that evening, we came home with a scraggly-looking little pup. We argued over names while mom gave him a bath. Mom wanted to call him Star because of the lopsided white star on his chest. I think someone suggested Sheriff or Deputy, maybe.. I blurted out, “COOPER” and the name stuck.

He was dad’s dog more than anyone else’s.. Still, I remember speeding home after school to play with him. The guy who sold him to us had attempted to crop his tail on his own, not knowing what he was doing.. That left Coop with a lumpy, sad-looking nub on his rear end. He was such a pitiful thing.

I don’t want him to suffer anymore. Mom wants to take him back to the vet on Wednesday to see if there’s anything more they can do for him. I’m going with her, but at this point I think she’d be better off to set up an appointment to have him euthanised.. I’m afraid my sister wouldn’t let her do it, though. She seems to be in denial about his condition. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she thinks dad’s soul is housed in that dog’s body - she just seems extra attached to him because he was dad’s dog. She didn’t care that much about him before dad died, so it’s the only explanation that makes sense to me.. She’s mean to the other pets

Anyway, I think he’s ready to be with my dad. I’m getting choked up writing about it. I wish I’d spent more time with him. I don’t think he knows who I am anymore. I’m going to share some happier photos of him in the next post

[goingrvway]

Goodbye Carpet, Vinyl Tile on Way

Marcia bought this condo back in 2007…essentially right before the housing market fallout.  It was a rental property for her until we moved in back in 2013/14.  We have discussed selling it, which would still be at a loss even though the market has come back somewhat.  Well, the time has come that we have decided to make improvements, over time, to the property.  First thing, get rid of the carpet, which probably dates back to 1985 when it was built.  Since many of these condos have not been lived in fulltime, the carpet has lasted a long, long time.  But carpet is hard for Marcia to walk on, so it is going first.

This view (left) is of our hall entryway.  The kitchen is to the left, the laundry area is behind that french door, and there is a guest bedroom and full bathroom to the right also.  That bedroom will still have carpet because there is no reason to do it.  It is our responsibility to take care of all trinkets, and electronics.  So our table and display cases sit there empty now, and Sunday night I will take down the TV and lamps.  Tomorrow we move into the motorhome, and it will be parked in the RV/Mobile Home park next door…the one which is famous for its sinkhole… The outcome of the sinkhole in relation to the RV/Mobile Home park turned out good…the county finally took responsibility, and they recovered all of their costs, and then some, in relation to the sink hole. 

We had a salesman come out and he showed us many different types. At first we were thinking Vinyl Planks, which would have been a wood look…but we did not want a dark wood since it would make the place look confined since the living area is long, yet a bit narrow.  We ended up choosing the caramel vinyl tile, which is 16” by 16”.  It just seemed to compliment the current tile that we already have in the entryway, and also in the master bathroom, so there will be two areas where the new tile will butt up against the old tile.

Of course, since we are going to be in the motorhome…we brought Bubba over and he will be with us until Wednesday.  Tuesday he has his annual exam at the vet, so the timing is good.

This poise of Bubba’s reminds me of the time we were back in Sacramento.  Arny’s mother had a habit of calling Bubba a girl….”oh, there ‘she’ is”, or “She sure is a good dog”.  One time after saying that my sister said, “Mom, Bubba is a he”, and he immediately turned on his back like this…and Arny’s mom says, “Oh, I see that now..”  Of course, Arny’s mom is nearly blind…she could not have possibly seen that Bubba was a boy…but that moment sure was funny. via Blogger http://ift.tt/2lLArCq