I am happy to say that I have reached the great age of 73! I have gone farther than my Mom who was seventy when she passed away! So yes, I tell my age because the only alternative to not getting older is death, and I will take growing older and mention consistantly, over DEATH anytime!
But sadly, this birthday has a very serious downside... Hubby started hemorhaging yesterday and it would not stop! As I write this he had been admitted to the local hospital yesterday and they are doing a biopsy right now due to a mass in his bladder! He had had bloodwork, CT, and an ultrasound...prior to this procedure.
Pray with me, this Agnostic, but due to this being a holiday weekend he might be going home... they will cauterize him during the procedure to stop the bleeding which they are also irrigatng out of him, since yesterday.
My best birthday present would be him being well! We have known each other since August of1967 when we met at a job interview for Ohrbach's and we both got the jobs he in menswear and me in children's clothing departments... we married February of 1971!
So we have known each other a very long time... and Hubby has always been the healthier one... he has never had anything like this, he has been my caretaker. Now I will try to become more independent and take care of him! We love each other so very much...!!! The picture below is in the ER before he was taken up to his room!
MY MUSES are below!
3 months and 4 years old, now 5!
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now five years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am eight years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes, that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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