On Saturday my mom, sister and I went down to the marina because my sister wanted to go and just write there. I guess to get inspiration. I honestly didn't want to go, but I'm glad I did. I took a lot of pictures and some of them turned out pretty well. I might enter one in the fair this year. It was a nice Saturday afternoon and lots of people were flying kites. This old man had a bunch of them up.
I noticed an elderly couple sitting nearby and I just had to photograph them. They seem pretty wise to not be going beyond the boundary.
These two guys aren't too smart. In fact, there was a whole family that went beyond the point!
Two old guys and the bay... I really like how this one turned out.
The old GP paper mill.
Off in the distance we noticed some weird masts that weren't like a modern day sailboat. We decided to check it out and discovered it was The Lady Washington and The Hawaiian Chieftain that were in town. We hopped aboard the ships and I snapped some pix.
The Hawaiian Chieftain.
The Lady Washington. For those of you that don't know this little bit of trivia, The Lady Washington was in Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl and it was The Interceptor ship. I really wanted to commandeer that ship. :P
Sunday was a totally different story and day for me. In my previous entry I had mentioned that my dog Midnight passed away. Here is the whole story...
About 4:30 a.m. my parents came home from the casino (yeah, they stayed out late partying) and discovered Midnight breathing very heavily in the laundry room. They panicked and called us kids and we basically thought she was dying right then and there. She was breathing so heavily like she had been running a marathon and trying to catch her breath. After awhile her breathing slowed down and then she released her bowels. At that point we thought it was the end (as you know, you release your bowels when you die in most cases), but then her breathing became normal and after a few minutes she sat up and seemed ok. I then exclaimed, "Midnight, you're back from the dead!" even though she really hadn't died. We were all pretty shaken up though and weren't sure what was wrong with her.
Everyone went to bed but me. I decided to stay by her side in case anything happened. I was super tired since I only got a few hours of sleep, but I stayed awake as best as I could. Her breathing was kind of heavy but not like it was before. I lied on the floor next to her and just petted her from time to time as she rested. Around 7:30 a.m. my eyes became heavy and I almost fell asleep until I was suddenly startled (basically scared the life out of me) because Midnight started spazzing out. Her legs were frantically running as she lied on the floor and her whole body shook uncontrollably. I started screaming and yelling for my dad who was sleeping in the living room. He came running and held Midnights legs and told me to keep away from her face. She was having a violent seizure. When she stopped shaking her breathing was back to being heavy again and we realized that the first time she was breathing this way she must've had a seizure just before mom and dad came home.
Eventually her breathing became normal again, but she looked so exhausted, scared and almost as if she were just dreaming in space. Throughout the day she vomited the big meal she ate that night for dinner, went to the bathroom and eventually stopped drinking water. I knew at that point that if she didn't want to drink then it was the end and it was only a matter of time. I checked on ever half hour or so and around 3:00 p.m. I checked on her. My dad was sitting on the stairs and Midnight was at the bottom of the stairwell and she was like having a mini-seizure. Her head kept moving up and down, like she was nodding and her eyes just stared off into space. I noticed she stopped breathing slowly, but was unsure at first. She has a lot of fur so it was hard to tell. After her head nodded for the last time dad said, "Uh oh." At that point I became scared. I had a feeling that she had just died but I couldn't be positive. I checked to see if I could feel her heart or feel if she was breathing. My dad kept checking as well, but we couldn't feel anything. She was unresponsive to us touching her or calling her name and her eyes glazed over. She was gone. I couldn't do anything except stand there and cry. I had lost someone I grew up with since I was a kiddo. I felt even sadder for my sister. When she came down to say goodbye to Midnight, tears just flowed down my face like a river. We've had Midnight since she was a baby so they are almost the same age, so my sister has had her around all her life pretty much.
Ming and dad dug a hole under the cherry tree next to Star's grave so that way Midnight can be with her babies Brownie and Star. In the summer time I can sit under that tree and always be with them all and remember past summers when we would leisurely enjoy the sun. As dad put her in the ground, mom got a rose from near where Midnight liked to lay beside the house and placed it on her. She looked so pretty. We also got dirt from where she liked to lay and tossed it in the grave. As the first shovel full of earth fell on her, I couldn't help but cry once more. Eventually she disappeared into the earth to become one with it. Her death will bring life once again. After the dirt was piled on, we put back the grass and put flowers on top. We then talked about all the memories we had of her like the day we got her as a puppy, how she used to lie on her back all the time with her legs sticking up, how she always loved to lie in the bushes, etc.
My last good memory of Midnight was Saturday night. I was in my sister's room upstairs and my sister and I were looking up stuff online. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move and I turned and was startled to see it was Midnight! She is not allowed in the house (living spaces of the house... we only let our dogs into the laundry room), so it scared me. My sister got scared too and yelled, which startled Midnight so much that she jumped and then ran away. lol It was so funny. She got to mom and dad's room in the hallway upstairs and stopped. I decided to just let her hang out with us in my sister's room for awhile that night. Little did we realize that it would be our last night with her, but I'm glad I spoiled her and let her stay with us.
Last night I had a hard time sleeping because every time I closed my eyes I would have flash backs of her having the seizure. It was frightening. It's not so bad now, but I do hope I can sleep a little better tonight. Dealing with death drains you both mentally and physically and I'm really tired of having to lose loved ones for three years straight. Maybe next year will be different.
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