Editor: Today is Christmas. We came home from my son’s house last night celebrating Christmas Eve with my daughter-in-law’s relatives.
It took all my energy to attend. They live six blocks from us in Walnut Grove. I have been fighting cancer for seven months.
My husband put up our Christmas tree and decorations and all the inflatables in our front yard to make it Christmas for me and my grandchildren. I was not in the mood as I have just completed seven months of heavy chemo for aggressive cancer. I will still have infusions until November 2017.
When we came home last night our yard and home was inviting with Christmas fun.
This morning we see our big long dachshund inflatable was stolen, as was our inflatable huge dog holding a red stocking — the only two worth stealing.
My heart is broken. How can mean people steal knowing, but obviously not caring, that they are breaking the owners’ hearts? We don’t just put those out for show — they mean something to us.
2015 started out with my dachshund being hospitalized with a broken back. After major surgery and physical therapy since February the conclusion is he cannot walk. We carry him inside and outside.
Then in May I was diagnosed with cancer. In June, another personal problem invaded our struggle for finding the “good” in people.
After spending seven months, day and night, on the couch, and a different Christmas this year that I am struggling to get through, physically and emotionally, we now have thieves coming to our house on Christmas Eve.
This is just another reminder how hurtful people can be, even at Christmas.
If the thieves had come to the door (not likely) and told me they would love those two inflatables for their kids, but couldn’t afford them, I would have given them the money to go buy two inflatables.
It’s too bad these people did not experience the ’60s and ’70s, where things like this did not happen to this degree.
If you see a neighbour’s yard with a long dachshund inflatable and a huge standing dog with a red stocking, it doesn’t belong to them, it belongs to us and our grandchildren.
Linda Scott,
Walnut Grove
