Blue

Not the color blue; not the emotion of being blue... but the dog named Blue. I work as a receptionist in a veterinary office, and it's a great place for people who love animals to work. It's also a bad place for people who love animals to work. We see hundreds of different dogs every year. We keep hundreds of sick dogs in our hospital for any length of time. But sometimes there are dogs that come into our hospital and into our hearts. Blue was that dog for me.
A nurse I work with always says, "There are worse things than death" and I believe that. I believe if someone, human or animal, is suffering death can be the greatest thing. Usually this puts me at peace and helps me realize, it was time. This time I keep telling myself that, but can't grasp it. Blue came to us as a playful bloodhound puppy tripping over his long ears with his sister at his side. They were so shy when they first came, they wouldn't even get out of the crate. In November, Blue came in as a much bigger puppy weighing around 100 lbs, but he was just as happy with even longer ears. He was having trouble walking and getting up. His back end was weak, and he was slowly going downhill. After a few weeks of watching and wondering, the doctor diagnosed him with a chronic disease that affects his nerves where they do not work properly. She found a treatment and sent him home hoping he wouldn't relapse but realizing it was likely.
Monday Blue came back in worse than before not able to even sit up on his own. The owners were losing hope and decided it would be best to have him put to sleep. They wanted to night to discuss it and came in Tuesday still undecided. Blue was doing a little better Tuesday and today, but still couldn't get up on his own. The disease isn't painful, he just can't get up and walk on his own. Today the owner's decided it was time to have him put to sleep.
Blue was so layed back and happy all of the time. He loved everyone here; it was his second home. There was more love in him that one year of his life than most people have in a lifetime. I feel like I've lost one of my own. I won't ever forget those big eyes that looked into my soul and that huge tongue that took up the width of my face when he gave "kisses." He will be missed by everyone. RIP Blue. I hope you find lots of friends in heaven to share your love with.
This story is a good example of where I got the title for my blog. I wish everyday to be the person my dog thinks I am. Or in this instance the person Blue thinks I am.

Ignorance Breeds Fear; Fear Breeds Hate

I started off this morning fired up. I was listening to a local radio program where they have a topic on their facebook page every morning for people to comment. The topic this morning read "An Arkansas grocery store put a 'family shield' over the cover of US Weekly featuring John Elton, David Furnish, & their son. This is the same type of shiled that would cover pornographic material. Thoughts?"
First of all it took everything I had not to call in and comment on the radio station. I was pretty mad though, so I chose not to. I believe that everyone has a right to their opinion, and this is a free country. So the grocery store had the right to put up a shield on that because that is their store to do with what they want. In the same respect, two people adopting, raising, and loving a baby should not be shielded as if offensive.
One of the comments on the page was that a mother did not want her 3 and 6 year old to be exposed to that at such a young age. This is the problem with our closed minded soceity: ignorance. If we choose to shield our children away from differences instead of explaining them, we are not doing them any favors. When people are ignorant to the differences around them, it breeds fear which in turn breeds hate. There are gay teens all over the country getting beat up for their differences. Maybe if the parents of those bully's would've exposed their children to these differences at an early age, they would be the heroes standing up for these gay teens.
I think that Elton John and David Furnish are great people for adopting and taking care of children that may not have had the best life otherwise. I believe we should honor the people that adopt children no matter if they are married, single, gay, or different from so many others. As long as they love that child and take the best care of them possible, it should not matter if it's two men. Before we judge we should put ourselves in the other person's shoes and think about how we would feel then.

*Steps down off of soap box*

In the beginning

This blog will be my outlet from life. Reading use to be, but I have hit a hard spot and nothing seems to do the trick. I am hoping expressing my feelings through writing will help. When I was in high school, writing helped me through a lot, so I am hoping it will help me through now. I will start off by saying my days are hit or miss at this point, so some posts will be hopeful while most will be hopeless. Sometimes they might seem completely random. Hopefully someone will read and enjoy or benefit from at least one thing I write. And hopefully I will heal through this process.