Therapy...

Before I begin the actual blog part of this post, I want to comment that I always say I'm going to start keeping up with this blog then a year or two later I make my way back with an update. I read all my old posts, feel pretty content with my writing and my opinions and say, "Man, I could be one of "those" bloggers that actually has readers. Then I disappear from blogging for....ever. I really would like that to change - however, I'm done promising that I'll write more, when I probably won't.

Tonight is more of a therapeutic blog and not quite the sports rant that I've done on here.

Rudy died.
(Who?!?!?)

Rudy. Rudy was the runt piglet of a litter born yesterday at The ACES ranch. The ACES is a private K-12 school for students with special needs that has a ranch for animal therapy. One of the pigs had a litter and we were there to witness. We've raised two other pigs by hand and although we were hesitant, we knew the runt wouldn't have made it through the night on his own. We took him home and fed him, wrapped him in a blanket, took him to bed and Diana slept (kinda) with this baby pig the size of a hamster by her neck because he liked the warmth and her pulse. When she left this morning I took over and got to bond. Basically, we fed him every half-hour and he was almost always in our arms throughout the day.

He seemed to be doing ok overall, though we both were "cautiously optimistic" until tonight when I went to work at my night job. He faded pretty quickly and had a pretty traumatic end. Diana updated me then called while I was in the box (dealing poker) to say she thought he was dying. She texted me five minutes later to say he had passed. She was really upset (duh) and I came home to dispose of the body properly and tend to her. I bawled pretty good for quite some time and am amazed at how quickly I let myself care for the little guy.

There are some other issues which I would like to mention but now is not the time. I also need to see who will be reading this blog before I give people who have extreme passive-aggressive tendencies ammo to frustrate me with.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go have a drink - ok, another drink - and try to drown the sorrows a bit. I hope I'm back on here soon... in the meantime, sorry for the ultra-selfish post. If anyone else reads this, I hope you know it did me some good even if it wasn't very entertaining for you.