I love writing personal blog posts. I know that I have so many friends and people out there who support me. I see you asking questions, keeping up with my life, or just checking in to make sure I am doing ok, and I appreciate that so very much.
Not only that, but writing about what is going on in my life helps me get through the muck and see the sky again. It's a release for me unlike any other form of therapy or medication I have found. Because of this, I figured I would make it a point to write an update on Wednesday's (if there is anything worth updating you all on), and that's how I came up with "What's Up?" At first, I thought about naming it "What's Up Wednesday's", but then I realized I really do that a lot and I am far too corny for my own good.
So I shortened the title, and I jumped on my laptop to update you all on this big change I have taken in life. Not only did I move to a new place, I started a new job and Leia passed away in the course of just two whole weeks. I am beyond culture shocked, I think.
First thing's first, the move! I moved just a day before starting my new job at Spencer's. I started on a Monday, I moved Sunday night. I honestly set up my room and went to bed so I could be up the next morning for work. I am so thankful for my aunt and her family for allowing me to stay here for a little while until I get on my feet and get the ball rolling!
Currently, I am in Elkview. I am looking at apartments in Charleston, preferably downtown but I am willing to sway on that a little bit I guess. I like the idea of walking where ever I want to go. I can walk to a bar, restaurant, or even to work/the mall if I get an apartment downtown. Fingers crossed, please!
Most importantly, I started a new job! Without it, I couldn't even think of looking at the apartment listings. I love, love, LOVE my job. It is way better than I ever imagined it would be. I knew I would fit right in at Spencer's, but I never imagined I would love the work I do so much.
I love that I am putting my degree to good use, too. That is the best feeling. Of course, that means student loans are going to be requesting money soon. They joy. *lol*
I personally love the atmosphere at my new job. I love that people can come in looking for whatever they're into and they feel no shame from us for that. I like being a "safe" space for people. And, obviously, I love customer service jobs in general. I love being the assistant manager, and I like that I get to be in both settings: floor work and paper work. I am thrilled.
Before I end my blog, I want to update everyone in Leia's situation. I had lots of people asked what happened, if we knew what caused it, etc. Leia got very sick the night before she passed. She vomitted a few times, but toward bedtime she had calmed down and was drinking/eating. She still visibly did not feel well, and we realized she was bleeding in her stool.
Tiffany woke up first thing Saturday and called all the vets nearby to see who could see her, if they would bill or we would need to pay up front, etc. I talked to her as I was walking out the door to go to work, and she called me not even a mile down the road as I was pulling in to get gas. It's weird, I have always had intuition for this type of thing. I knew when I talked to Tiff that it was serious, and I knew that it wasn't going to be okay. Everyone told me it would, but I just had a feeling.
She didn't make it, and we were all devastated. I had to call John, my nieces, etc. to let them know, and they were all upset as well. She truly was part of the family at this point. There wasn't a pup more loved in the world, and I know she knew that. She was so joyous, never knew a stranger, and loved Richwood a lot. She was raised in the armory during flood relief, and I truly believe she brought a lot of joy to lives during that time. I can see it in the remarks made by those people when I posted that she had passed on. I am so thankful to God for letting me have her for even just the short 2 years I did.
As for what was wrong, we didn't take her to the vet after her passing for examination. I knew it wasn't parvo, so I didn't feel the need to have her examined any further. My mother took her to bury her on family property. What I think was wrong? Hemorrhagic gastroenteritis. My mom looked into it, and she seems to have all the symptoms. It doesn't appear to be contagious, and it is fast developing. I hate she had to endure it at all, and Tiff and I have cried so many tears that she was in any pain.
So, life has to go on. I am getting through this well, but there are tears every now and then of course. It's a normal grieving process. I am going to get through this just like I got through the other crap I had to this year, and I will come out stronger.
That's all I have for an update as of now. Still single, still mingling. I hope you're all doing well!
With love,
Britiany
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