She thinks she needs a greeting card line and such… I kind of agree.
We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. A little parenthesis in eternity. ~ Paul Coehlo
Hustle had his surgery today. It was a long day. He was dropped off at 9am but the surgery didn’t happen until 5:30. It was gross. He is super out of it, but is resting. Apparently, I am can’t bring home scraps from work either because he is super overweight. Ugh. We are all going on a program to get into shape and eat better – only fruits and veggies for them now.
But first some photos of Hustle and his Tumor.
ps. I just want to say thank you heaps to all that donated. I honestly wasn’t expecting a lot of donations, I just wanted people to go shopping in my etsy store. My heart is so full and grateful for the help. I have been working my arse off, but winter is slow in the service industry and it has just been a rough couple months, but spring is coming and things are looking up.
so thank you. so. very. much.
oh and I was getting kind of stressed waiting because it was taking so long and this little rabbit named Turtle came and jumped in my lap and started licking my hands.
I started to calm down. I freaking love animals so much…
so on another note. I am on a program starting today to get into shape. UGH! I am so out of shape that is could be comical. So the goal is 70 oz of water a day.
Eating mostly raw and some cooked and very budget friendly. No gluten, No booze – except on sunday. I get pizza, wine and chocolate (my cheat day!)
I am starting to exercise with some of these ladies and don’t kid yourself. I did 10 min tonight and quit, but I will keep pushing myself each day and I will walk the dogs each day for my cardio.
“For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.†— Henry Beston, The Outermost House