Yesterday I completed my online registration with the EDD office. I was fortunate to have completed the process by the final deadline date. Meeting that deadline was accidental, but I got it done in time just the same. I also completed my first bi-weekly unemployment form, which should have been mailed on 10/11, but wasn't mailed until 10 days later. I wouldn't think I would be penalized for the late mailing, but I guess I'll soon find out.
On my unemployment form, I noted that I had been traveling for the purpose of working on my new product design that I hope to one day introduce to the market place. I have no idea if the EDD will consider that as a valid attempt at finding work. Again, I guess I'll soon find out.
After filing paperwork, following up on phone calls, and completing forms, I had to deal with an upcoming appointment scheduled for 4:40 p.m. At 4:40 p.m., I was taking my dog to the vet's office for the last time. My sweet Bailey, age 16 1/2 (or maybe 17...she was a stray I got from the pound 15 years ago) was on her last legs. Her auto accident from 15 years ago had finally taken its toll. Her hips and hind quarters were weak from that accident and she now had trouble standing. Although she looked forward to treats, she also stopped eating her kibble a few days prior. Her 72 pound frame during her heyday now weighed in at 44 lbs. It was time for me to let her go, and 4:40 p.m. was just hours away.
Prior to her final sendoff, we decided to fix her a filet mignon with a side of Beggin Strips. Even with a rotten tooth in her mouth, she gently ate all that she was given and loved every morsel. For dessert, I served her two tranquilizers in cheese. The tranquilizers kicked in by the time we reached the vet's office. Part of me felt like such a traitor, sealing her fate. I only hoped she understood and knew I didn't want her to go.
The final shot was administered by the vet. As I cradled Bailey in my arms, she gently slipped into the abyss called death. It was over. My sweet girl was gone, but she appeared to be sleeping on the table. It seemed so wrong to leave her there. I wanted to take her home where she belonged. That final trip home for Bailey won't be for another 10 days, however, when her ashes are returned to me. It was a sad day and I was crying so hard, I could no longer breathe.
Today is a new day, one which I'm supposed to continue my focus on the mundane. My eyes still weep and my only thoughts today are of Bailey. She was an avid soccer player in her heyday. A lover of humans and other animals. A gentle soul. She was the sweetest girl and I miss her terribly.
My search for new employment will have to wait another day.
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