{"id":3703,"date":"2022-01-13T12:41:40","date_gmt":"2022-01-13T19:41:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=3703"},"modified":"2022-01-13T12:41:40","modified_gmt":"2022-01-13T19:41:40","slug":"no-catch-up-just-thoughts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=3703","title":{"rendered":"No Catch Up&#8230;just thoughts."},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/19358404_c3f41abffc_c.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-3704\" src=\"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/19358404_c3f41abffc_c-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/19358404_c3f41abffc_c-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/19358404_c3f41abffc_c-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/19358404_c3f41abffc_c.jpg 800w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I was laying in bed with all the dogs and I was looking at Murphy as he crept up from my waist to my chest with the most loving look on his face. I pulled him up and kissed his furry face.<br \/>\nThe overwhelming urge to call my mother and say, &#8220;I am a dog person now. I get you on a whole &#8216;nutha level&#8221;\u00a0 damn near made my heart explode.<br \/>\nMy mom has always been a dog lover. I liked dogs growing up, we had many dogs.\u00a0 My mom, on the other hand\u00a0 would get super emotional when they would get sick.\u00a0 She wouldn&#8217;t want to be gone too long &#8220;because the dogs would get lonely&#8221;. When they died, she was inconsolable.<br \/>\nThis wasn&#8217;t the dog person I was and I never understood how she could treat them like they were my siblings. This is something I understand as an adult with her very own dogs now.\u00a0 Murphy and Duke are my dogs. I became a dog person one random day when I had Duke at my office and he looked up at me and I cried because I loved him so much.\u00a0 This spurred on the need for another dog.\u00a0 If one dog could bring me this much joy, two would make my whole life complete.\u00a0 OHHH, I was so right.\u00a0 Murphy is my world and I understand my mother on a level I wish she could understand.<br \/>\nShe can&#8217;t though. She has Alzheimers and any conversation is met with a blank stare or an obligatory &#8220;thank you&#8221;.\u00a0 \u00a0It makes me cry to think she was here not that long ago and I could talk to her about whatever I was experiencing and she had advise or would commiserate with me.\u00a0 Was she the best person to take problems too? Not really, she would compare her experiences and sometimes make it about her&#8230;a flaw that I found in myself and am working so hard to eradicate.\u00a0 \u00a0She was my mom though and there was no one else I wanted to share with.\u00a0 The sound of her voice is something I didn&#8217;t think would crave.\u00a0 \u00a0My sister called me the other day and she asked my mom a question and there was no response and I wanted more than anything to hear her yell down the hall, her beautiful laughter or just a quiet conversation.\u00a0 \u00a0That&#8217;s not ever going to happen again and it breaks my heart.\u00a0 I miss my mom and I mourn the loss of her, even though she&#8217;s still alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was laying in bed with all the dogs and I was looking at Murphy as he crept up from my waist to my chest with the most loving look on his face. I pulled him up and kissed his furry face. The overwhelming urge to call my mother and say, &#8220;I am a dog person now. I get you on a whole &#8216;nutha level&#8221;\u00a0 damn near made my heart explode. My mom has always been a dog lover. I liked dogs growing up, we had many dogs.\u00a0 My mom, on the other hand\u00a0 would get super emotional when they would get sick.\u00a0 She wouldn&#8217;t want to be gone too long &#8220;because the dogs would get lonely&#8221;. When they died, she was inconsolable. This wasn&#8217;t the dog person I was and I never understood how she could treat them like they were my siblings. This is something I understand as an adult with her very own dogs now.\u00a0 Murphy and Duke are my dogs. I became a dog person one random day when I had Duke at my office and he looked up at me and I cried because I loved him so much.\u00a0 This spurred on the need for another dog.\u00a0 If one dog could bring me this much joy, two would make my whole life complete.\u00a0 OHHH, I was so right.\u00a0 Murphy is my world and I understand my mother on a level I wish she could understand. She can&#8217;t though. She has Alzheimers and any conversation is met with a blank stare or an obligatory &#8220;thank you&#8221;.\u00a0 \u00a0It makes me cry to think she was here not that long ago and I could talk to her about whatever I was experiencing and she had advise or would commiserate with me.\u00a0 Was she the best person to take problems too? Not really, she would compare her experiences and sometimes make it about her&#8230;a flaw that I found in myself and am working so hard to eradicate.\u00a0 \u00a0She was my mom though and there was no one else I wanted to share with.\u00a0 The sound of her voice is something I didn&#8217;t think would crave.\u00a0 \u00a0My sister called me the other day and she asked my mom a question and there was no response and I wanted more than anything to hear her yell down the hall, her beautiful laughter or just a quiet conversation.\u00a0 \u00a0That&#8217;s not ever going to happen again and it breaks my heart.\u00a0 I miss my mom and I mourn the loss of her, even though she&#8217;s still alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[88,87],"class_list":["post-3703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random","tag-alzheimers","tag-mom"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3703","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3703"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3705,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3703\/revisions\/3705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}