Hmm well I haven’t updated for a while.. first of, relating to last post, someone contacted me the other day about the traffic situation on that particular road where drivers should ‘give way’ but they don’t, they said they were going to go down the road and have a look themselves and pass it onto the traffic management team (or something) who will do something about it because I don’t care what anyone says, it IS dangerous.

Speaking of dangerous I can’t remember if I mentioned my dads ex or not… it’s a long story but basically she’s being a right bitch and is trying to make our lives hell. Tonight I was threatened, police called again. Didn’t do much, said they couldn’t do much. If I’m followed or get any trouble at all or see anyone suspicious they told me to call 999.

Still in work… just… review coming up re job share in December, haven’t a clue whats going to happen (which isn’t fair really) but I have told my boss I’ll stay on through Christmas and New Year.

Red Cross.. my name has been put forward to go on a resusication support course on sunday, one step further to being on the ambulances. I remember back last year I was allowed on the 4×4 at a racecourse and it was such fun, I was going speeding over a HUGE bump thank goodness I had a seatbelt on, shame the other red cross dude (who gave me the keys in first place) didn’t. I should have given him a head injury info card. 

Relationship… still with Callie

Pets… Snap, Crackle and Pop still don’t like me… well, Pop and Crackle are ok with me but wont let me hold them properly yet. Snap on the other hand, the white albino, is a bastard because he keeps biting me!! He bites me and I pull my hands away but the little shite is still hanging from my finger. Aw, can’t help but love ‘em though.

Family.. well my mum wants to have another baby so who knows… maybe I’ll have a little brother/sister in future… my dad isn’t too bad, uncle is having relationship problems and has been living in a car, he moved back to England but we’ve told him there’s a spare bed here if he wants to crash for a few nights or something.

So.. there ya are.

Heylo, no I haven’t disappeared from the land of Earth, I’m still here.

Weeeeeell… I after thinking about it I decided to call the gerbils Snap, Crackle and Pop. Snap being the white albino who bit the first (the little bugger). Crackle being the grey one and Pop being the ginger one. They are so cute, but I am yet to conquer their trust and have them to actually crawl on my hand instead of biting it. It bloody hurts when they bite! The other day I held a piece of wood in my hands (they chew wood), but Crackle decided to bite my finger instead! His brother is a bad influence…

I put a wheel in their home the other day, bought it on Ebay and they love it, but Snap and Crackle fight over it, or should I say, in it. Crackle spends quite a bit of time in there and when Snap comes along to have a go they have a bit of a tiff and usually Snap admits defeat and climbs out until Crackle is gone. Pop on the other hand is a little bugger because when one of his brothers is in there, he goes in there and has his say and the other one gets out, but all Pop does is look around for about 5 seconds then he’s out of there himself! I bet Snap and Crackle got mad at him for that.

It’s hard to say who the dominant one is, but I see Crackle doing a lot of the grooming, especially to Pop.

They’re so cute!

I bought 3 gerbils this morning and went to buy the cage but they didn’t have the right one in stock so I was sent to another store in Cwmbran. Note to self - never drive to Cwmbran again!

It has a huge shopping complex consisting of 200 shops and it spans out quite a large area. Car spaces shouldn’t be a problem with 4,000 of them available but it’s always jam packed, even today, a Sunday. I parked the car and tried to find the pet store but couldn’t. In the process got lost and couldn’t find my ca. Finally found the car and found the pet store then struggled to take the cage, food plus bedding etc back to my car and my left arm was *really* hurting afterwards, still feels weird.

Anyway, long story short - I have three gerbils. Male gerbils. So cute!! Now it’s a matter of names…

• Dot, Spot and Scott (slip of the tongue could very well happen here…)
• Peanut, Butter and Jelly
• Thunder, Lightning and Bolt
• Fish, Chips and Peas
• Sun, Sky and Star
• Snap, Crackle and Pop

Hmm.

I’ve been meaning to type up an entry for a few days now but I’ve just been so tired I haven’t had the energy. This morning, though, it’s not even 10am and I’ve started the washing, completed some paperwork for work and pensions etc, and phoned up the agency I’ve booked an apartment though to confirm a few details. What did I just say? Yes, I’m going on a holiday! (hopefully)

Well, I have some annual leave I need to get rid of before the end of March, I have around 11 days to take off so I’m putting in a request for the week off between 29th February - 7th March so we can go to Ilfracombe. The apartment is already booked, so I’m really hoping I’ll be able to get the time off!! When I say we, I mean, my dad, Callum and my mum. Little Snuggles will need to stay here and Mal is going to look after him while we’re away. The apartment is BEAUTIFUL!! It’s right on the seafront, too. Look through the large windows in the main living area and see the sea and you can walk onto the balcony, then go into one of the bedrooms and you get a view of the town, I think. It cost £286 for the week which I think is a great bargain. It also has an en-suite, bathroom with shower, breakfast bar and other things, too.

Last night there was an Accordion Concert at work last night and it was actually a very good band. Around 30 tenants shown up, and everyone enjoyed it. It was so good seeing people laughing and having smiles on their faces joining hands and singing. A few of the people who attended haven’t been well at all recently and have been stuck in their flat not feeling well enough to go out but last night they attended the concert and had a good time with their friends. Us staff had a good time too, although, at the end, the three of us were dragged to the front and made to join hands and sing to two of the songs. Argh. Our senior must have planned that!!

… then, there’s the hope where you have absolutely no idea of the outcome. Achievable, or non-achievable? No idea. But you hope because that’s all you’ve got left.

Why have I been thinking and typing so much about hope? It mainly started because of my dog. He hasn’t been well, and I have been hoping so, so much he will recover and regain good health, but my hoping was in vain. This morning, at 11am, he passed away. My little baby boy.

He hadn’t been well at all this past week - he hadn’t been eating (although he’s been peeing and doing his business), lacking energy, I took him to the vets on Saturday, he had an xray and it came back clear. The vet said if it continues, take him back in a few days. Overnight on Sunday he got a lot worse and this morning he collapsed outside my house, he was weak. I got him inside the house and dad was going to make an appointment at the vets for this afternoon.

I go to work and at 11am I phoned home as I was thinking of Sam constantly. My dad answered hesitantly, “he’s gone”.

“Gone? What do you mean?” (Me in denial trying to dismiss the thought “gone” meant “dead”)

“He’s gone, only happened a few minutes ago”

My dad was trying to hold back his tears, I just fell silent. I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, believe it. I walked back into work and told my co-workers, I then told my boss what happened and asked if I could go home and she said yes. I got in the car and driving home I broke down, I was crying continuously. Scared of the thought of seeing my dog laying down, lifeless; but at the same time I so badly wanted to see him before the vet got there.

I arrived at home, walked through the door and the smell hit me straight away, made me feel nauseous. It was so strange seeing Sam not greet me at the door, his tail wagging and seeing his excitement at seeing me. I walk in and Sam is laying by his bed, blood over his face and on the carpet. It was so, so horrible to see… Very horrible… I looked away and cried then turned around and knelt down to kiss his head and say a few words in his ear. The blood was still coming out of his mouth, internal bleeding.

The vet arrived and confirmed his death, wrapped him up in a blue sheet and Sam was carried to the van and they drove off… He is going to be cremated, and his ashes going to be scattered at the cemetery. They don’t do burials anymore, unless you want a private burial in your own land and we just don’t have the space and our ground is well hard - it wouldn’t be possible.

I have been crying most of the day. He was my best friend. My baby. He was also like an uncle figure. You know, I’ve had Sam since I was 8, and I did have my tendencies to be immature and when I did things wrong it would feel like he looked at me and gave me the eye saying, “Don’t do that” hehe

I’m going to miss him so much. I couldn’t have wished for a better dog and he can never be replaced.

I love you baby, and I always will.

RIP Sam xx

Ok I am very tired tonight but I’ll try my best to make this entry readable and understandable. Today I took my dog to the vets, he hasn’t been well at all recently. We gave him some bones a few days ago, the next day he vomited and since then he hasn’t eaten and just seems out of it. He won’t go upstairs to his bed either, so I have been sleeping downstairs on the sofa (which is far from comfortable), and I’m sleeping on the sofa again tonight to keep him company, don’t want to leave Sam all on his own downstairs.

I took him to the vets this morning to get his nails clipped and explain what’s been going on. He has been drinking, peeing and doing his business, I think he does want to eat but just doesn’t feel like it for some reason. Anyway, they gave him an examination (my poor baby boy, finger up his bumbum, he wasn’t best pleased and hid his head under my arm) and said we could either try the medication which should get him eating by tomorrow or have an xray to find the cause of the tenderness on Sam’s abdominal area. I phoned my dad, and we both agreed to go for the xray as if there is a real problem, the medication only masks it and down the line it’ll be worse for Sam, he isn’t getting any younger.

So… I had to leave my poor lil boy at the vets. When I said goodbye and was leaving, Sam wouldn’t walk with the vet so he gave him an ultimatium, “you’re either going to walk with me, or I’ll carry you”. He chose the latter.

It has been so hard. The vet said to pick him up in the afternoon but them 6 hours waiting at home for a call from the vet to tell us to pick him up was so long. Dad and I kept looking over at his bed, I came home from shopping expecting to see him, my dad was whistling to get Sam’s attention even though he wasn’t there. It was weird. I was so glad to get the phonecall and pick him up.

The vet shown me the xray, it was all clear. The tenderness, he said, was most likely caused by some fluid but there’s no need to open him up or anything… no medication, either. The vet gave him an injection to stop his nausea and I was told to feed him on chicken & rice and see how he goes… if no improvement, go back for more tests.

Tonight, he hasn’t eaten anything. Le sigh. I am really hoping he eats tomorrow… even if it’s only a tiny bit.

Vet bills!! Oh yes… today…
Nails clipped: £4.50
Examination (consisting of the anal examination and just feeling around his belly): £18.50
Xray: £40
+ VAT
= £95.94

But at the end of the day, I really do not mind paying out. I just want my lil baby to be healthy again.

I have a sad announcement to make, on Thursday morning one of my hamsters died. I went out to their tank and only Snuggles came out of his bed, no sign of Cuddles. Snuggles then went under a wooden toy and seemed to be pulling on something, I had a closer look and he was pulling on Cuddles’ leg, either trying to wake him up or alert me. I don’t know how Cuddles died, both hamsters had a supply to clean water, food and the tank was kept clean too. The toy wasn’t responsible for the death either. Maybe he somehow caught an infection (don’t know how), or he caught a chill which I believe can be fatal, or maybe it’s just one of them things. Either way, it was upsetting. I burried little Cuddles in the garden.

I was contemplating whether to buy a new hamster as a companion for Snuggles, didn’t want him being lonely and I asked for some opinions. I could get a new companion for Snuggles but there’s a good chance they’ll fight, as this type of hamster doesn’t take well to newcomers. The other option is to not get a new companion, but then there’s a chance he’ll die of loniness or something. I opted for this option - no new hamster. I bought Snuggles a new toy yesterday, and dad and I have been checking in on him regularly, he’s doing alright. Poor little thing.

RIP Cuddles

I tried to finish off my Christmas shopping this afternoon. I always buy my dog a present or two at Christmas and now I own two hamsters too I am buying for them as well.

This afternoon I bought a new dogs bed, I am also going to get him a Christmas stocking. As for the hamsters I have bought them two Fruit & Veg Salad sticks, and tomorrow (hopefully) I am going to ‘Pets at Home’ and buy them a toy to put into their cage.

I also wrap up the presents. I doubt I’ll wrap up the bed, though! It’s too big, I’ll just hide it until Christmas Day.