Kill that noise
March 18th, 2010 at 8:23 pm (Apartment living, family)
The dog is looking for where the music is coming from and confused, I have a new little thing so it not coming from it normal places but it coming out near me and its got the dog looking.. So she found the noise source and growled at it and than went and sat in her pillow. Dad was only out for a few moments tonight and spent a little time with his dog. At least he knows the dog. Well at least dad don’t have herpes simplex virus 1 to top everything else.
I know there will be many days like this and I have to figure out how not to let it rule my emotions. Dad is back in bed and I still want to cry, but at the same time I want to hit something, or do something to feel better. I don’t understand why he going through what he’s going through. I am simply mad that his mind is being taken away gradually and there no way to stop it form happening. I am angry and sad all at the same time. Dad is very much like a dad to me. My biological father died when I was 17, and hubby dads has treated me more like his child and with more love and acceptance then my mom own husband, my step dad. I am not wishing it was them, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. I wouldn’t even wish it on someone that done the worst wrong to me.. And shoot he’d earn it.
The dog seems to know when dad is with his reality or in another reality.
