This was originally posted over on SecretPeriwinkle.
This is a damn hard thing for me to say. I have prided myself on my ability to push through some tough situations. But this time, I can’t.
As you may know, Tuesday morning, our youngest Chihuahua boy went out for a second morning run after my spouse put our daughter on the bus to head to school. He never came back from that run, and the entire day really has me feeling like I’ve been hit by a train emotionally, physically – pretty much every way you can think.
We never expected what happened that day – that our Ozzy would go into uncontrollable seizures. That we’d have to rush him to the vet and say goodbye in a matter of an hour. I’m quite sure we got through that day on pure adrenaline and now, I’m at least sitting back and really feeling the grief and hurt.
So, I’m taking a bit of a vacation to recharge and regroup. We’re going to get started on the whole studio move early and take the time to find a way that we can honour the memory of the most loving, gentle dog that we have ever met.
I’ve been feeling like I’m on a treadmill that is getting faster and more out of my control lately because I haven’t been able to find a way to stop and get a breath in, to get a true rest. I am taking that time now, because if I don’t I know my body and mind are going to force the issue.
I’ll still be on social media. I’ll still be talking. I just won’t be doing any streaming, or doing anything creative for anyone but me, as part of taking care of myself.
Mark your calendars. I’ll be back around the 15th of May.
Take care of yourselves. <3