So a man with an infected toe passed out in a drunken stupor. His dog, sensing something seriously wrong with his infected toe, proceeded to chew it off. Because the infection likely caused nerve damage, he didn’t realize his toe was gone until he woke up. The dog is now credited with saving the man’s life. The full story is HERE, from Grand Rapid News.
Today is my husband’s and my wedding anniversary. We’ve been married for three years! But we were together for a lot longer before that. We’re going out to Roy’s Hawaiian Fusion restaurant tonight for dinner. It’s one of our favorite restaurants, great food and great service for a good price. And they have chocolate lava cake:
mmmm...cake
So this is our first anniversary after my dad died. I opened the anniversary card that my mom had sent us and got super depressed because it only said “Mom” on it, no “Dad.” Everybody says the first year after a death is the hardest, but then other people tell me it’s been years since a loved one has died and they still get upset about it every once in a while. So I don’t know what to expect. And it’s never the same from one person to the next. Grief just seems to go on forever. And now I’ve made this posting depressing. Oh well.
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