Well, Ginger is gone.
For those of you not reading my journals lately, Ginger is my roommates dog who hopped the fence yesterday morning and was hit by a car. She broke one of her hind femurs baddly. Surgery would have cost around $2000.
Anyway, a vet office took Ginger off our hands for us. They said they would keep her comforatable for a set amount of time while they look for a family with enough love and money to save Ginger. If finding Ginger a home takes too long, they'll have to put her down. We signed over all rights to Ginger when we gave her to the vet, so we'll never know if she was adopted or killed. My mom said that my roommate and I did the right thing, but I'm not so sure. It kind of seems like the easy way out, you know? Still, $2000 is A LOT of money. We're both pretty strapped for cash, so we ran out of options. Giving Ginger to the vet seemed like a better solution than putting her down ourselves. Still, I wonder though...
Nothing else is really new with me. I still have the hots for the cute shoe manager at Sears. Haven't had a chance to talk to her, but I think I'll use some of the advice some of you all gave me. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm pretty shy, but I WILL talk to her, dammit!
K, bye.
-Mike
"Each of us finds that in [our] own life every moment of time is completely filled. [We are] bombarded every second by sensations, emotions, thoughts ...nine-tenths of which [we] must simply ignore. The past [is] a roaring cataract of billions upon billions of such moments: any one of them too complex to grasp in its entirety, and the aggregate beyond all imagination.... At every tick of the clock, in every inhabited part of the world, an unimaginable richness and variety of 'history' falls off the world into total oblivion."
- C.S. Lewis (1967)
For those of you not reading my journals lately, Ginger is my roommates dog who hopped the fence yesterday morning and was hit by a car. She broke one of her hind femurs baddly. Surgery would have cost around $2000.
Anyway, a vet office took Ginger off our hands for us. They said they would keep her comforatable for a set amount of time while they look for a family with enough love and money to save Ginger. If finding Ginger a home takes too long, they'll have to put her down. We signed over all rights to Ginger when we gave her to the vet, so we'll never know if she was adopted or killed. My mom said that my roommate and I did the right thing, but I'm not so sure. It kind of seems like the easy way out, you know? Still, $2000 is A LOT of money. We're both pretty strapped for cash, so we ran out of options. Giving Ginger to the vet seemed like a better solution than putting her down ourselves. Still, I wonder though...
Nothing else is really new with me. I still have the hots for the cute shoe manager at Sears. Haven't had a chance to talk to her, but I think I'll use some of the advice some of you all gave me. I'll let you know how it goes. I'm pretty shy, but I WILL talk to her, dammit!
K, bye.
-Mike
"Each of us finds that in [our] own life every moment of time is completely filled. [We are] bombarded every second by sensations, emotions, thoughts ...nine-tenths of which [we] must simply ignore. The past [is] a roaring cataract of billions upon billions of such moments: any one of them too complex to grasp in its entirety, and the aggregate beyond all imagination.... At every tick of the clock, in every inhabited part of the world, an unimaginable richness and variety of 'history' falls off the world into total oblivion."
- C.S. Lewis (1967)
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