A good weekend happened to me. I got laid twice, I laughed, I cried, I spent time with friends, I node-spreed, I felt loved, cherished, and accepted.
A bad weekend happened to me too. I took my beautiful, wonderful, adorable, sweet Rottie to the vet and he 95% confirmed that she has hip dysplasia. She cries when she gets up from laying down for a while, and last weekend, developed a limp after playing hard and comes up the steps now like an old lady.
She also has some incontinence after heavy exercise. He gave me some holistic medicine for both, and also a serious pain killer that I can use when she is having a lot of pain. I am really sad about this, because she is the best dog I have ever had, so obedient, just perfect. The pain killer definitely works, I had to use it already, but although she still struggles to get up, she isn't crying anymore.
This is the first dog I've allowed myself to become attached to - really attached - since I had a chihuahua when I was 12 or 13. And now I get to watch her decline and struggle with her bad breeding for a number of years. I should consider myself - and herself - lucky. My chihuahua was killed by a car, and there were no choices to make - but I would take this choice over that one any day.
The chaotic feelings are getting easier to deal with - I guess ambivalence is the flavor of the year.