Rilley came home!

Ok, so strictly speaking, Rilley did not come home on his own. A few days ago, a very nice man saw a flyer I had put up at a local store with Rilley's picture and called to let me know he was at his house. I was at work at the time. I have never driven home so happy or scared in my life! I was so scared he would be gone by the time I go there. He wasn't and now he is home. I will never know the story of what actually happened to him in that week, but he's home now and that's all that matters.

This week has been very challenging with the ups and downs. I am so very grateful that I have my dog back. He is a great source of comfort and stability. His presence brings me peace. I am walking with him a bit more just to keep him in sight, and that's difficult for me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I will struggle through the pain.

I find myself sitting more frequently in the last week. I cannot maintain a standing position for even the few minutes I could before. I have long since perfected the bounce from one foot to the other. I do often wonder what other people think of me when they see the bounce. Do they think I'm not paying attention to them, or that I just don't have the ability to stand still? I wonder if they think I'm detoxing off some medication or if they attribute my movements to an illness? I know that it has to be noticeable. anyway, these are the questions I think about.

I ruined a cake last night. Bubbled right over the pan because I filled the pan too close to the top. I knew better when I did it, but I was distracted by my book on tape. Does anyone else ever get distracted like that? I had once heck of a mess to clean up. Good times. 

The Unthinkable

This morning my dog Rilley has been missing for about 36 hours. I have had Rilley for almost 8 years. Rilley is the best dog on the planet. He passed the therapy dog test. He is loving and compassionate to everyone he meets. You can't not love Rilley. We were not able to follow through with our therapy plans due to my illness, but he has proven to be the best therapy for me over the last 5 years. He has been my constant rock and source of strength. I have cried into his neck so many times. I am praying so fervently that when I get home from work, he will be sitting on the front porch waiting for me. I lost my doberman this spring in a freak accident. It was gut wrenching and painful. Losing them both within a year would border on cruel. I'm going to continue to think positive on this for a while. I waiting for you to come home dude....