Daily Archives: June 6, 2012

So, I haven’t posted in a very, very long time, and I’m sorry for that. After Xander died, things got really hectic and messed up. Well, before he died, they had already been messed up, but I’d been trying to kind of ignore that. After his death, I was forced to deal with some of the crap that had been going on. Where do I begin? On the seventeenth of April, there was a knock at the door. It was an Animal Control Officer from Huntsville Animal Services. There had been a request that someone do a welfare check on Alice, Gretchen, Willow, and Molly. The officer was very nice. She thought that the dogs, aside from having a pretty bad flea issue (which is the norm for this area this year) she said she thought that all we’d get was a warning about those and about the messiness of the house. Of course, she had to have her supervisor come by while they did photographs of the house, so that we couldn’t accuse them of stealing or something. We were okay with that. When the supervisor, who was also very nice, came and took some pictures of everything in the house. And by everything, I mean everything. All the closets were opened and photographed. All the cabinets were, too. I’m pretty sure that they took multiple photographs of every square inch in our house. At some point, they went from thinking that everything would be happy and normal to calling Community Development, aka the people from the city who take us to court every year over the yard, along with a police officer. Our house got condemned and my dad was written up for animal cruelty because of the home’s condition. No one got arrested, but we were told we could not be in the house until it was in better condition. We were still going to be able to keep the dogs, at that point. The only condition on that was that we had to find a place where they could stay. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon at that point, so even if we’d had the money, it would have been difficult to find a boarding facility that would take them on an emergency basis. Since we didn’t have the money, I thought that maybe Nana would take us and the dogs in. The HAS people would have been okay with that, as well as the police and CD officers.  The only person who wasn’t was Nana. Nana had no problem taking us in for an indeterminate amount of time, but she did not want any of the dogs in her house. So, the City was going to board them. We were assured that we could still have them back, once the house was back in order. We were also told that, since we were a special case, we could visit the dogs every day that the shelter was open. (We did that.) Well, around the 10th or so of May, my parents got a subpoena to go to court. When they showed up, the case was before a different judge than it should have been. (The original HAS officer had my dad’s case moved to Mental Health Court, which does therapy for misdemeanors instead of fines and jail-time.) They were told that they either could pay a $1000 fine that was being imposed because we’d made the city take care of the dogs, or they could sign the dogs over and adopt each one back at $100+ a piece. If they did the $1000 fine, then they had to pay it that day. If they did the signing over and re-adoption, they would sign them over that day and we would have 2 weeks to come up with the money and the place for them to go. My dad signed them over, believing that we would be able to adopt them back. (My mom said that since the dogs were actually hers that my dad didn’t really have the right to do that.) The next Monday, my dad got a call from the original officer from HAS. She said that the head of the shelter wanted that Monday to be the last time that we saw the dogs. My dad called my mom, since he and I were already in Huntsville at a doctor’s appointment for me, and asked if she wanted us to come back to Guntersville to get her so that she could say goodbye to them with us. She said that would be too hard on us and on her, so she would stay at Nana’s house. We went and spent an hour saying goodbye, still being told that we would have a few days to find places for the dogs before a bombshell was dropped on us. Apparently, the head of the shelter had already placed 2 of them. If we couldn’t get someone to come adopt them within about 2 days, she was going ahead with the placements. Of course we couldn’t get them placed that quickly. We had someone who might have done it, but she happened to be out of town with her sick daughter. So, we officially lost them. I’ve been crying everyday since the day that our house got condemned. Actually, I guess that I’ve cried everyday since right before Xander died. And when I was basically told that my family was being taken away, I really thought about killing myself. Sometimes I still do. I know that may sound ridiculous to some people, but imagine that you just lost 5 members of your family in an unexpected way. Imagine feeling all of that loss and at the same time being booted from your home. Couple that with a few other things and suicide seems almost logical. While we’ve been at Nana’s house, mom’s kidneys failed. Actually, I guess that they had been failing for a while before we went to Nana’s, since she got checked into the hospital two […]

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