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RIP Nellie
Sometimes you wish you could change a situation even when personally, you could give a shit about it.
I guess it's just because it's effected a couple of people I care about. Yesterday my grandparents sent out a family alert (what I mean by that is that nobody actually calls me, someone calls mom to tell me or sometimes to tell my sister, to tell me- there is no direct communication in my family- which frustrates the hell out of me). Anyhow, somehow the info gets to me that their dog is missing and because I work for a shelter apparently I am now the miracle dog finder. Which I am not. But they want me to look out for her. Oooookkkkkkk.
Well, they found her this morning. Unfortunately under bad circumstances. I figured she'd probably gotten hit by a car- they live off a busy rural road where people drive like maniacs- however she actually ended up drowned in my grandparent's pond.
I wasn't bent out of shape about it really. She wasn't a very good dog in my opinion. Let's just put it this way, she wouldn't pass assessments at my shelter. What I disliked about her most was the fact that she killed everything that moved. No joke. I thought she was evil.
But turns out one of my aunts flipped out about it. She's already a pretty fragile soul. She doesn't even talk to my mom or my sister but for some reason still talks to me. The whole relationship is really very strange. However, she's the one that rescued this dog from the bowels of the ghetto and dumped her with my grandparents. I think even my grandparents really liked her. The killing everything in sight aspect of her didn't bother my grandparents because they're not really animal lovers. They both grew up on farms, so attachments to animals were rarely formed and if it was a wild animal it was usually considered a pest.
Get this, my Grandma called my Mom to tell ME to call my Aunt to talk to her about the dog because she was so depressed about it. Really? Really. Sheesh.
Whatever. So instead of calling her, which she's always been one to not answer her phone, I started texting her this morning. We're still texting. It's 11pm. Granted there was a long break in between because of work- but I even texted her into at least the first couple of hours of work. We're not really talking about the dog much either- just chit chatting. I guess it just helps to "talk".
So she's miserable. Life sucks for her, says her house will be foreclosed on sooner or later, their rental is being foreclosed on. She's got her daughter that lives with her ghetto trash boyfriend and their love child. He's probably a drug dealer and he's for sure a total loser. She recently lost one of her pits to old age. One of her sons needs to be smacked, and I guess her and her husband aren't horribly close.
I have to be honest and say that a lot of the reasons she is miserable are due to some of her own actions. I don't want her to be, but sometimes we create our own misery. I don't create the majority of my problems, she does. I have sympathy for her- but it only goes so far.
So I kinda wish the dog hadn't drowned. I feel bad for the dog really- I can't imagine the moments of panic she probably had, and you know I wouldn't wish that on any animal. So mostly for that reason I wish it hadn't happened. I also wish it didn't make my grandparents or my aunt miserable.
I sound kinda cold, and I'm sorry for that.
Life is strange isn't it?
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