I have to say, it’s been a rather interesting sabbatical from Second Life. As I painfully slowly type with my left hand and the middle finger of my right it makes me long to give the real world a middle fingered “FU”. But I won’t because this too shall pass. I’ve started the new job, admittedly hobbled due to the cast on said right arm due to a compound fractured right elbow. The funny thing is, my mama once told me “trouble comes in threes.” Have you ever heard it? The Friday of the week I started my new job someone rear-ended a vehicle and pushed the vehicle into my Jeep. Though unsettling, being the final destination of the crasher’s trip, the damage wasn’t too bad and I certainly wasn’t hurt. The Jeep is being fixed as we speak. Easy in, easy out, right? Well, apparently not hurt enough to please the Fates. The next Tuesday on my lunch hour I ran home to walk Katy. At 15 years of age, I pretty much have to contain her with a doggy gate because she has had seizures and since she takes phenobarbital I worry she will injure herself if she climbs anywhere. As I was leaving, sandwich in one hand, water in the other, my shoe caught on the gate and I knew me and the tile were about to be best friends. Not about to lose my death grip on the sandwich or the water, (what can I say, I was pretty danged hungry) I did the next best thing, I landed on my elbow. *note to self, “Self, an elbow is not the optimum surface mass of the body to land on in a pinch, next time land on the sammie”* The salt to the wound? By the time I had enough clarity about me to realize a bone sticking out and blood on white tile might not be a positive indication of a safe trip, Katy grabbed my sandwich and made a break for the door. Paper towels to arm, I grabbed an old elbow brace to wrap it, spent 15 minutes trying to corral Katy the Wild-Dog, and drove myself to the ER. Kinda a sad story isn’t it? Well, at this point, I can laugh.. a little… It was all just so typically Cao.
Oh. I reckon we were talking about trouble in threes weren’t we? Yeah, it came in threes. On Sunday I buried my best friend. On Saturday Katy had flu-like symptoms and couldn’t keep anything down. By Sunday she quit trying to. Around noon she started having seizure after seizure. The vet met me at his office and we gave her rest. Taylor wrapped her in a towel and buried her in a corner of his yard by a rose bush and he bought and placed a little Jack Russell Terrior-ist statue on the site so I can go out and sit with her whenever I need to. I make a practice of visiting each night to watch the sun set as that was our favorite time to walk. And as I sit or stand there next to her I can’t help but think of our lives together, hers and mine. She went to college with me, twice. She helped pick significant others for me by the wag of a tail or walking away rebuff. She waited patiently for me to come home every day and even let me tell her about my day before demanding I give her the time a “real live girl” like her deserved. She learned to surf when I refused to give up swimming in the ocean. My Katy was a valiant, fierce and loyal friend to the end. I know there was probably no need to blog this post, but I felt a few friends of mine out there, the ones that transcend Second Life to feeling more like the comfortable real sort of friends, would want to know. So many of you have lived through my Second Life’s travels and perils, my real life days of having a posse and being undate-able, the loss of my father and the real life fears of having a five foot nothing tiger mom. Eight years in, you are in so many ways my family and I appreciate each and every one of you for it.
Hair: .:cheveaux:., F059
Necklace: Pure Poison, Patched Heart
Earring: [Mandala], Hoshigaki & Leather Feather
Makeup: Zibska for TMP
Jacket: CoCo, Tuxedo jacket