There is always hope...

First let me thank everyone for the good thoughts and prayers sent Tom’s way. He seems to be doing better. We’ll see how he continues. He has a long road ahead in the hospital.
We had to put our dear cat, Wreckx, down this week. Poor thing had Inflammatory Bowel Disease for the last 5 years. He was a miracle cat indeed. Every time the vet thought it was the end for sure, he would live and thrive. He has been holding his own for the last two years even after we took him off the meds. Last week he took a quick turn for the worse and went down so fast it made my head spin. After having a long talk with him, yes I talk to my beasts, no they don’t talk back …after talking to Wreckx I promised him no more heroic measures. He was a very dignified cat…thought he was king of our house. Treatments always pissed him off and you could tell it made him feel less of a man. He had made it to 15 years old against all medical odds. So I took him in to end his suffering. This was the first time I have ever been able to stay with a pet being euthanized. I think the other times I may have felt guilty or something. Lord knows I’ve never made the decision without a lot of heartbreak. This time I did not feel guilty. I knew it was really something necessary unless I wanted him to lie there and dwindle painfully. I owed him more than that. So I stayed with him. It was painful for me but not for him, which I think helped. So we have bid good-bye to our big bad boy Wreckx. I know quite a few of you have known about our struggles with his health and finances. Yeah those two go together when you have a sick pet and want the best for him but your finances don’t always allow it. We were very fortunate to have been able to do the best at those times and were able to have him laid to rest (actually had his ashes scattered) with our other furry beasts at Little Friends. So thank you all for the support you have always sent our way.
The silver lining? A happy moment? Well guess what. There is a happy point in that day but it doesn’t involve Wreckx.
As I was driving home, I was stuck in traffic. This time I could see the hold up. There was a car stopped in the left lane of the freeway. Just sitting there. I saw a truck pulled over on the side so I figure there had been a fender bender or something. Then I saw a young man get out of the truck and run over to this car in the freeway. I started getting pissed because I thought …HEY have your friggin conversation elsewhere. Then I saw him push the car over to the emergency shoulder. He got back in the truck and drove off. As I pulled past the car on the shoulder I saw an elderly African America man with a handicapped tag hanging from his mirror. He was on the cell phone, I hope calling for assistance. Anyhow here is what gave me hope in this world. The boys that pulled over to help were teenage white boys. They were driving the kind of truck that I usually see blowing down the freeway flipping people off and not giving a shit about anyone but themselves. The kind of kid I wanna just thump on the head. Here these boys pulled over and helped this man. It was something I would have NEVER imagined. It gave me a new hope. Just because most of the young, white, well off boys on my block are self centered kids that think everyone should bow down to their greatness, I shouldn’t assume that they all are. It really helped me see a new light. I needed a new light actually. My light was dimming and thanks to two young boys, I got my light back. Never thought I’d say that!