A good reminder

I went for a run after work today and as I was finishing up, I decided to walk to one of my new favorite spots about a half mile away from the house. I changed my iPod from my "workout" mix to my "favorite" mix which is basically a hodge podge of random songs. My ears perked up when "I'll be there" by Steven Curtis Chapman came on. It was the song Joey and Missy, two dear friends of mine from college, sang at my wedding. I was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. For the last few days I have struggled between being irritable and being incredibly sad. Of course there is no reason other than just because.

I turned around to walk back to a beautiful stream that runs across the walking path and sat down next to it. I listened to the song a second time and began to cry. I thought about how much I love and appreciate my husband and started to pray and give thanks for the gift of him. When the tears stopped and the song was over I felt refreshed. I walked back to the house and thought about what is important and what to never take for granted.

For me, it was a good reminder.

Prodigal Son Returns Part III

I reserve the right to retract and/or modify my previous statement of "it works like a charm." Of course I am referring to the anti-depressant/anti-anxiety meds we put Moses on.

I choose to modify.

It worked like a charm for the first two weeks. Moses has now returned to pooping on the floor next to the litter box and throwing up on the carpet. Thankfully the meowing has still been kept at bay. If we hear one little peep (or meow) out of him around 4 in the morning, he is off to Tails A Waggin.

To be continued...

Oh, and pictures from our Denver trip are coming soon.

Prodigal Son Returns Part II

We took Moses to the vet and poured our hearts out. We talked about everything...the poop, the throw up, the terrible meow, and the fact that although we couldn't quite manage to give Moses away, we weren't able to live like this anymore.

The vet had an easy fix. He said it would either work like a charm in two weeks or it wouldn't do anything and we might have to cope with giving away Moses.

The answer: (May I first say that I don't share this information lightly. I mean come on!! We are both social workers for crying out loud! Why? Why us? It is like having two teachers with a learning disabled child...or two lawyers with a child in jail. Instead, we are two social workers with...)

...a cat on anti-depressant medication.

And I must say, it works like a charm. :)