A very serious title for a what will be a serious blog. I never want to go another weekend end like we just went through.
Friday evening around 6pm, Ken's cell phone rang and since he was out in the kennel, I answered it thinking it was his good friend and partner in crime. Instead it was Gina (the mother of his youngest daughter Amy). She told Ken that she heard Edd Jordan had killed himself Thursday night. Edd Jordan, was a very close friend of Ken when they were in school. They got married around the same time, had their children around the same time. Ken had joined the fire department at 19 and Edd went on to become a Conroe Police Officer. After being married 7 years Ken got a divorce and we were married a few months later. No, I did not steal Ken from his wife, she left him for another man and I met Ken while he was going through his divorce. Ken took me over to meet Edd and his wife and we saw them a few times before Edd also ended up divorced. As things happen in life sometimes you go in different directions. He and Edd did touch base off and on but something always seem to get in the way of getting together until we bought our dream place in Willis. Ken found out that we did not live all that far from Edd and his second wife and plans were made to have a cookout at our place as soon as the weather warmed a little. A sort of house warming and get together with some of the old gang from high school. Instead there is a visitation tonight and a funeral tomorrow. And what do you tell man who is crying on your shoulder one minute and so very, very angry at his friend the next. Edd must have seen no way out from whatever demons he was facing. I don't know what his family life was like, I don't know if he was being treated or if everyone just missed the signs and symptoms of severe depression or whatever he was going through. All I know is that something caused Edd so much despair that he could not see living past the next minute. And so on Thursday night with his wife out of the house, Edd pulled out his gun and killed himself. He leaves grieving family and friends blaming themselves and wondering why. What started out as happy new chapter in the life of my husband is closed before it even began.
If that wasn't enough for Ken to deal with, the man he considered his best friend, the man he hung out with and traveled to dog shows with ended his friendship with my husband over a dog show. A dog show for gods sake. Ken called his friend on Saturday because he wanted to tell him about Edd and just talk a little. A man sometimes needs another man to listen to him. Instead the jerk started chewing Ken out about having entered our Ch Take No Prisoners of Edan at a 4 day dog show in San Antonio next week. Something he had know about for weeks but never said anything. We don't have the money they have to campaign our boy, we are just looking for ROM points by going at least Best Opposite Sex where it is a major in dogs. These are rich people who think they are entitled to tell us where we can and cannot show our Champion because they don't want the competition for their heavily advertised Champion Bitch. It doesn't seem to matter that there are 3 other champions entered for Best of Breed besides Kane, it seems to matter that they don't want our dog there. It's a dog show and you are ending a friendship over a dog show! What happened to good sportsmanship, fun and friendly competition. I don't care how much you are spending buying your way to #1. Ken and I paid out over 100 dollars in entry fees and our handler for 4 days is 320.00 (which we have to pay if Kane was pulled for that stupid reason), there was no offer of reimbursement, just if you show your dog we are no longer friends. We have a really good male and he deserves the same chance as your bitch to become Best of Breed. Shame on you , Shame, Shame, Shame! Now Ken has lost twice this weekend but as far as I am concerned, you are no loss at all.
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