All the above.
Or what you make of it is more than we can stand ...at times, TRUE???
I don't care what age you are or what physical condition you are in, at times it is just darn HARD!
But when we have choices in life, I will always choose life for myself and my loved ones close to me!
Because when you get right down to it,... each day can be the beginning of the rest of your life!
So start anew and be happy, be sad, whatever you feel like, since life is a feely touchy sort of thingy!
Just remember we are all entitled to those "feelings"...!
And the hell with anyone who doesn't agree with my above statements!
Be brave, be you with a twist if you never felt out loud before, now just...NIKE it! In other words, JUST DO IT!!!
And then you can let those feelings go!
Take the day off if you wish... don't they have mental health days? i.e. work?
If not, hide in a bathroom for a few moments, and quietly express your mood!
...Just between us, okay?
Whew, that was close! Did you Nike it? Hurry, get it done!
Moving on for today...
The rest of us oldsters at home, chill, you can emote all day long! This is if you have no other plans today! If you do, put on your "Happy Face" and have a great day!
Simple things in life can create fun or misery, with just about anything in between.
Categorize them accordingly!
Like now with Hubby, all weekend long, he has been having shortness of breath, and it has gotten worse
where just walking across the room is exhausting him. We do know that his onechemo medication Keytruda can cause it as a side effect, but how bad is it?
He called his oncologist to see what could be done.
With my non-medical schooling, I think at this point he needs oxygen to deal with the side effects of this very good medication for his cancers.
Otherwise, I am afraid they might try to change his medication, and none are as right for his stage four cancers as this one!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...
I believe that now he is done with those horrid feelings he was having for five days.
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! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merle. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right.
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I had misbehaved 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, clearing out the shelter's day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish 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 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 when 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 ID 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've got it! In order of adoption!
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