Princess in Mourning

For the first time since Midnight died, Princess sought me out.  I am downstairs in the office and she actually came downstairs and spent time in here with me.  I think because I kept getting up and down to answer texts she got annoyed and left.

That's okay, usually she spends for 6:30 am until 5:30 pm or whenever Harrison or Darren come home before she will make an appearance, unless she thinks I will take her for a walk.

You know this thing about head injuries? Last night I went to Harrison's basketball game, got home at 9:30, he came home around 10:15 pm and asked me to help him with his Spanish.  I was stressed from watching the game and lethargic from my medicine.  Needless to say, I helped the best I could.

I have a rule, no homework after midnight because you are too tired and your brain won't function well to catch the little mistakes.  (yes, that goes for college kids too.  I followed the same thing then) I say you get up a little earlier the next morning and finish up. Harrison and I did that today and I was more able to teach him and help him understand his Spanish without him being frustrated. Which brings me back to my head injury.

I was going to write about how Princess ignores me since Midnight died, however, my brain is shutting down right now and I can't seem to spell words correctly and I have blurry vision.

I do want to share before I forget, that a very influential person during my early years died from a head injury on Saturday.  He slipped on the ice and hit his head and neck.  Yes, he was 80 years old, however he didn't get immediate help and his injuries were so like mine.  I was lucky I had a helmet, he didn't expect to slip.  We never know in any moment what life has waiting for us.  I think of him and can't help but think that could have been me, because I was told had it not been for my helmet it would have.

I'll talk about the dog later, my brain is tell me it is tired and my vision is too blurry to see what I am writing.  If no one reads this but me, and I mean any of my ramblings at least my kids will know what my thoughts were.

Sad I miss my buddy

I wrote the previous entry in memory of my son's dog Midnight. To this day (two weeks after Midnight died) he cannot bring himself to read the printed copy.

It was only yesterday that I could take down his crate in he and his sister's room and vacuum the dog hair from around both crates, it is also difficult for me.  Whenever we say Midnight's name Princess perks her ears up and looks around.  It is hard on her too.

My brain is having a hard time with all of this.  I've had migraines every day and I continue to look for him to jog out of some room in the house, or listen for his bark when someone comes to the door.

Princess will bark sometimes, but, it sounds so weird because she didn't bark before, she let her brother do all the work.  She spends her days, as she did before, sleeping in Harrison's room.  She will not come out or go out to potty unless Darren or Harrison are home.  When I try to let her out she goes out and just stands on the porch and looks at me. I'm insulted.

When one of the guys comes home and they let her out, she runs out does her business and comes right back.  How's that for a slap in the face?  I am the one home with both of them all day and I also made sure they were exercised and kept happy and in her time of mourning she could care less.

I even looked up what to do if your dog is in mourning, I try some of the suggestions and she just whines and misbehaves.  I do not care for whiners, not my kids, and certainly not a dog.

This will be a long road to normal.