This is just a quick announcement for those who don’t follow me on my various social media accounts that atypicalnarrative will be going on hiatus for the rest of the summer.
I won’t lie, I’m somewhat sad I’m already taking an extended break as this blog has only been live for four months, but it really is the best decision for me at this point in time. Between saying goodbye to my best friend, getting a new three-month old pup, planning for my upcoming wedding, having my out-of-state nephew visit for two weeks, and all the other nonsense life is throwing my way, I just don’t have the time or energy to fully commit to this blog. And though this is just a hobby, it’s one I don’t like to half-ass, so no content over shit content is key.
But don’t fear, I’ll be around! I will still be producing content for the blog during this break (I just won’t be publishing it until I’m back) and remaining active on my Twitter and personal Instagram accounts. This community is too good to abandon completely so if you still want to chat, don’t hesitate to say hi.
In the meantime, I hope you have a lovely summer and I look forward to entertaining you with my nonsense content once again in a month or two. Take care!
Last week I had to say goodbye to Tasha, my fifteen-and-a-half year old sneaky and stubborn princess who had been with me for as long as I’ve had my period. (If only I could’ve kept her and got rid of this bleeding-and-cramping every month thing instead.) While I sort of had an idea that her end was near (she never recovered from her partial ACL tear that occurred in March and my silly post about her gas last year even mentioned my realization that my time with her was limited), it didn’t make the experience of taking her to the vet one last time any easier and I continue to be racked with overwhelming amounts of sadness as I realize she’s gone for good. It will eventually pass (or at least become more bearable, I know), but for now it just sucks. I want my baby girl back. I don’t want that goodbye to be real.
That being said, I’m not here to wallow in self-pity (I prefer to do that in private). Instead, I want to use this post to celebrate the life and personality of Tasha. She wasn’t the best of dogs, but she was always true to herself, and I wouldn’t have wanted her any other way.
So please, if you have time to spare, join my celebrate of my sneaky and stubborn princess.
These are the things I want you to know about Tasha (and the things I hope I never forget):
Note: This post was originally published on my previous personal blog, Oh, Asti, on March 8, 2016. As that blog is no longer public and I (very sadly) had to say goodbye to my furry princess this past week, I decided I wanted to share it once again.
To me, it is fitting. Not only does it show that I’ve had my worries about Tasha’s health for a while, but it also highlights the fun, loving nature of our relationship (even if at times it involved some pleas for clean air). Being Tasha’s mom hasn’t been without its struggles over the years, but it was always worth and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Thursday’s post will be another dedicated to my dearly departed friend and then the blog should be back to its regular fun-filled content the following week. I thank you for your patience and understanding during this time. And for all you fur mommies out there – give your pet some extra loving from me today (even if it’s a cat, though I won’t like it as much). 🖤