Dead Dogs Don't Bark (At Least I Can't Hear Them)

Yeah, Yeah...I'm still here. Although I'm not exactly jumping for joy. Why am I not thrilled to be in the land of the living? Well, actually, a good part of the time, I am happy to still be walking around. The rest of the time, I am doing my best to suffer through it. I know there are many, many people in far worst situations than my own. But I can't argue with my body. It simply doesn't respond the way I would prefer. I know my CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome) won't kill me. At least that's what they tell me. But there are times I wish it would. It's like the old CFIDS joke. After the doctor gives his diagnosis, he says, "The good news is, you are going to live. The bad news is, you are going to live." And there are times it does seem like bad news. But, I am a firm believer in what Sammy "The Bull" Gravano supposedly said, "Every day above ground is a good one."  
Anyroad. This is a bit of a rough patch for me. Also complicated by what my sister tells me is SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). I'm not a terribly fun guy at the moment. Albert is avoiding me, which is a bit ironic considering he's the one with the disposition of a bear. After all, he is a bear. Eddie doesn't mind too much, as long as I don't make any loud and startling noises. And of course, as long as he keeps getting his head rubbed.
So. I will keep trying to not get angry, or upset, every time I am physically unable to do the things I want or feel I need to do. I will do my best to accept my physical limitations. But don't expect me to be happy about it. I will, however, do my best to treat myself as well as I can. You should do the same. 
By the way...have you ever heard of anyone seeing the ghost of a dog? Or for that matter, any animal? 
Albert believes animals, and bears in particular, are too intelligent to return in spirit for any reason once they die. That's an interesting perspective.