It's been a very heavy week. Pugels was driving me mad! I was rushing down the elevator 15 floors five times a day for the past 5 or 6 days and it was making me a nervous wreck. I could hardly sleep because when she woke up and jumped off the bed...at 2 in the morning...I was afraid she was going to pee. And as hard as I tried she was still peeing on the carpet. She seemed to avoid the paper I put down. All day she was scratching at my legs and racing for the door. I realized something was wrong, clever me, but had no car to get her to the vet. And this was making her agitated too so she wanted to play all the time, scratching my arms with her nails. The nurse here wrapped up one arm.
The administrator of the building told me at the beginning that a neighbor of hers had a Pug dog and maybe he would like another one. I always thought it was sad to raise a dog in one of these apartments because the rooms are small. Finally last Saturday I asked the Adminstrator if she would talk to her neighbor. And I finally told my sister. All the rushing up and down seemed to be making me short of breath. On Sunday Betty called and said that she would take Pugles for a week so the family vet could take a look at her. He is a good friend and stops by often with his wife and new baby.
So on Sunday I sat down stairs with my little dog and waited for my sister to come from church. At the same time she was bringing me a computer chair from 1019 because I get such backaches from the straight chair I had been using. The car came and I managed to get the chair out of the car and put Pugles in the back seat. I wondered if I would ever see again as I went up in the elevator with the puppy buggy for the last time.
It has been very peaceful and I slept eight hours instead of the three or four I'd been getting. Called my sister this morning and they were just fine. Pugles is still looking around for me but my sister keeps scratching her on her head and talking to her. There is a large patio at 1019 and Pugles is happily racing around playing in the bushes and trotting here and there. She is in a perfect place and my sister is fond of her already. The vet was by the very next day, on Sunday with medicine for her severe bladder infection. Don't ever let me try to tell you I'm a big baby or anything like that because anyone who could have lived my life during the past year and a half...is tough!
My sister has been great during this year in my small apartment. Since I have no car and can't seem to force myself to take the city buses she has brought me lots of thrift shop clothes and taken me to buy food. I also have my helper, Cristine who brings me food and money from the bank. No matter what I just said, I am a big baby, afraid of people, new adventures and just about everything. I almost never go out but managed to walk Pugles many times a day which was good for me. Today I haven't been out but tomorrow is another day.
The first thing I was considering after Pugles left, was a trip to India. Even called to find out about tickets and things but you know what finally brought me out of my deep depression today. I realized that it is all just part of His drama. His drama has one plot, and that is to make me realize that none of this is real at all. This small apartment is a stage and I am the only actor here now. Everyone else has left. Pugles was only a prop and her purpose was to give me love and to take my love. That's all. If I went to India it would only be another big stage and I would be playing another character...and that would make it even more difficult for me to see behind my masque, to find out who I really am. Now I'm alone again. Getting the dog was a mistake...not because she wasn't sweet and good. I LOVED HER MORE THAN ANYONE WILL EVER UNDERSTAND. I WAS SICK AND ALONE AND DESPARATE WHEN SHE CAME AND SHE FILLED EVERY NEED FOR COMPANIONSHIP. But hopefully I don't need a prop anymore. Hopefully I need only HIM. My meditation was growing weaker and I was saying my prayers faster and faster because I had less time to spend. Swami gave me Pugles to sooth my lonely soul and then took her away so that I can get back to my prayers where I should be. I SHOULD NEVER ALLOW MYSELF TO FEEL LONELY WHEN HE IS WITH ME EVERY SECOND. I could bring her back when the infection is gone but how can I? Now I know how a single mom feels when she relinquishes her baby for adoption for a better life for her. I've been singing love songs to Swami today and writing more and so the first day has passed. Pugles will stop trying to find me soon. The only way I can ever stop this terrible pain in my heart is to realize for certain that, like everything else, its a perfect lesson from Swami and that my real self doesn't miss her at all. Hopefully I will be able to miss my real self that much and find it behind the masque!