This year is almost over and frankly, I can't wait. The other day I was talking to a friend whose husband had a heart attack the day after Christmas. She's recovering from cancer and two broken feet, and has a beautiful dog who's got some health issues as well. After that I talked to another friend who has a scar on her face from the melanoma she had removed a few months ago.
Other friends have lost loved ones this year, both humans and canines. One friend whom I recently reconnected with on Facebook lost her puppy to a terrible accident the same day we lost Bailey. Another lost her lovely three-legged Honey the day before Christmas. One friend lost both her dog and her mother within two weeks—how does one recover from that?
In October, my world was shaken when I learned that another friend, while crossing a street in Amsterdam, was hit by a motorcycle, causing brain damage that resulted in her death. Her family, including two young sons and the dog they'd just adopted, was devastated.
And Michael Jackson died, which I know upset a lot of people but I didn't know him so that one didn't bother me so much. Still. I think it speaks to the total suckiness of the year 2009.
Let's just turn the calendar over a page and be done with it, shall we?