This week has been especially tough for us, and actually the last two weeks haven't been easy at all. I have had such a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that cancer can grow and spread so very fast. I really did my best to keep hope that it wouldn't be so fast. And watching as it takes over my little guy's body is so very heartbreaking. Such an awful disease for anyone or any animal. I don't think anyone or any furbaby deserves it, so not fair.
Right now it's just after 4am, and I have been awake probably since around 1:30 or so. I can't sleep, it's time today, time to give him that ultimate gift of compassion and allow him to pass with grace, dignity and no more pain. And actually knowing this is tearing me up.
Someone I know made a remark to me yesterday about how it was best to "put him out of his misery". I have found that I really dislike that term. To me that term has always meant that you can't stand to see them "suffer" or that their condition makes you uncomfortable and you are putting them out of your misery. It's an awful term in my humble opinion. Misery to me means unhappiness, in a situation that seems hopeless, abuse, but not dying or in constant pain. I tried to explain to this person what it meant to me, and how just because an animal may develop a disability and it may be uncomfortable for you to watch them adapt or your perception of that disability is in a low place that you perceive they are in misery.
Actually many times they aren't. Animals are so much more adaptable in overcoming disabilities than we are. And it's their ability to adapt and overcome them that makes them so amazing and strong.
I noted to this person that knowing when to let them go is a harder and vastly different thing. She asked me what would you look for. I had to shake my head at that one because if you are truly in tune with your pet or animal companion, you would know when, they tell you when it's their time to be let go and when they need help letting go. This and knowing how to judge when they truly are suffering, in pain, and their quality of life is no longer there. They give us so very much that it's our responsibility to give them the loving and care all the way through their lives that we can.
All this is part in parcel of knowing when, and last night Djinn couldn't have told me any louder. This awful disease is progressing so much faster that I could have thought. This little guy has so much love in him it's incredible. He started his life somewhere, and someone did not want him by the time he was 6 months old and he ended up in our local shelter. He was slated for euthanasia when my dad found him for me. Needless to say, we've never regretted that decision 13 yrs later. He's been an amazing personality and always communicated through his eyes. And he is my reason for being so addicted to purring. And throughout all of this with the cancer and everything, he is still purring. I have only to hold him or pet him with love and he purrs. I think it's this strength that he has that even though he really is suffering now and in pain, that he continues to give of himself that makes this so very hard. And however much I don't want to lose that love and companionship, I know I need to do what is right by him. I cannot really let him suffer at all anymore. When you are truly in tune and aware of your pets and companions, you do truly know when, and they really do tell you it's time.
I have to admit though that it is so hard, and I am so sad and mad about having to make that trip and tell the vet yet again. And come home empty handed. My home and my heart will feel so empty for some time, and even knowing that you did all you could and gave them the best love and care you could through their life is not really much comfort. But knowing you could give them the ultimate gift of compassion is some comfort.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Cats and bonds
First off let me preface this by saying that this particular post is my own observations, feelings and experiences. They are facts to me and how I perceive my experiences through the years with cats. That being said now, I will proceed to ramble on here.
There have always been cats in my life even from the time I was born, my parents had a cat or two. Currently I have just two of my kitties left with me, the others having passed on over the years. The most I've had in my house at one time is 6. I have cherished each and every little furry soul that has shared their lives with me, and I've always had at least one as my soul mate. One who was bonded very close to me. I've always considered myself a cat person.
(Djinn)
I've found that people who truly understand cats and have a true bond with them are probably the most creative and forgive the easiest. This is not to say that dog people don't know how to forgive or aren't creative, but cats are definitely draw to very creative people. I have found this to be true for me as any time I am working creatively either on the loom, or drawing, or such, they are all always there, curled up around me and on or around my work. People who don't understand this bond or don't understand cats are usually uncomfortable around them. It's sad really. Cats are survivors, they are hunters with amazing stealth, grace and speed, they are lovers, they are healers, they can be unselfish, and they are comfort providers. They also give without asking for much and don't require as much from us for their care usually as dogs do. They can be self-sufficient when the need arises. I have also learned about true compassion from the cats in my life. They have taught me a lot over the years.
Back in early October, one of my two remaining boys, Djinn (my kitty soul mate at this time), came down ill with what seemed an upper respiratory infection. In fact upon taking him to the vet, this was the initial diagnosis. He also had what seemed to be an infection in the mouth, which is not unusual with a upper respiratory infection. But we opted to wait till he got over the sinus infection before taking care of teeth because he was so sick. We were loaded up on two very strong antibiotics and some nasal drops. None of these gave much relief or seemed to help any. So we tried a second course of antibiotics of a different type, they seemed to help a bit more but not much. Again, I consulted with another vet in the clinic and took him in. Because he really hadn't had much improvement the vet suspected a tumor or cancer in the sinuses, Djinn felt comfortable with this vet, and purred for him throughout it all. So we were to return in about 3 days to have the vet take x-rays, flush the sinuses and take care of the teeth in case there was just an abscess in the teeth that could be causing things.
Well, the diagnosis was cancer, nasal lymphoma to be exact. I was devastated and heartbroken. The vet said it really wasn't operable, and chemo is very hard on cats and we certainly could not afford chemo with an out of town vet. So his next suggestion was steroids to help shrink the tumor and perhaps give him more time which could be anywhere from a month to 2 yrs at the longest. He was also put back on antibiotics to counter secondary infections after the teeth had been extracted. This all happened Thanksgiving week.
We were determined to give him whatever he wanted and however much he wanted to eat as he needed to put weight back on. I also spent as much time with him, loving him and giving him healing as I could.
Thanksgiving day I was pretty much preoccupied getting my house and food ready for the afternoon as family was coming for supper. It wasn't until my husband was out running errands and I went upstairs to clean up for the afternoon that while I was getting ready for my shower I noticed that Djinn had run up the stairs after me and that for the first time he wasn't wheezing or struggling to get a breath. I was so shocked I literally fell onto the bench at the end of our bed and sat there crying with thanks. He of course looked at me like I had lost it. But I was so thankful as it meant the steroids were shrinking the tumor and this would give us more time together. He even came downstairs not long after my family arrived to greet my father, (usually he avoids lots of people and the two nephews because they are too active for him). My dad was so touched by his gesture. It was the best Thanksgiving gift I could have ever hoped for.
Over the next month I watched him get more active and put on weight and play. I really was so thankful. However, I guess it was not to last, two days before Christmas I discovered a double lump in the lymph gland under his right jaw. My heart fell to my feet. My intuition told me that he wasn't to be with me a whole lot longer. Monday after Christmas he started wheezing and having trouble breathing again. I knew the tumor had grown again and was metastasizing into the lymph system, and things were happening rapidly. I talked to the vet this week about this, and he agreed with my assessment of what was happening. For now we agreed to up his dosage of steroids to afford him a bit more time, but it's still a waiting game, we know we'll have to make that very hard decision to give him the ultimate act of compassion when he says it's time or when his quality of life is no longer there.
I am very heartsick, and am scared at the same time. You see, I have always, always had a animal soul mate, cat or dog, usually male, in my life, and usually when one passes on, there has been another already here to take up the reins of being my companion and protector of my soul. What scares me is that there is not another furry kid waiting in the wings to share life with me. While I have another cat, and two little female dogs left here, they are all pretty much bonded with my husband. Yummy, the cat, he loves us both, but he owns my husband. Djinn knows he hasn't got much time left with me, and he knows my heart is breaking, I guess he's known for some time now. Since the tumor has grown back he's pretty much inseparable from me, he follows me everywhere and sleeps on my pillow every night. He craves the healing and tTouch as they help him some to breathe easier, but he can't put his head down fully to sleep because the sinuses block up. He will put his chin on my hand to sleep as he can so his head is raised a touch.
Throughout all this, he has been quick to love, to purr and to cuddle. He's always purred and even if he's struggling to breathe, the minute you love on him, or direct energy, he purrs. He also throughout his life has communicated to me with his eyes. He loves to look us in the eyes and you really can see the communication of love from him. I think this is why my father was so drawn to him when he adopted him from the Animal Shelter for me over 13 yrs ago. This is one example of what I mean about how unselfish and selfless they can be. Despite his being gravely ill, he continues to give love and comfort to those he cares for.
So, for now I will continue to spoil him rotten, wipe his little nose, feed him whatever or whenever he wants, cuddle him, and give him all the love and healing I can. I will cherish the time I have with him. And learn the lessons he and life are handing me. And I will know that the next one will step in when it is the right time.
There have always been cats in my life even from the time I was born, my parents had a cat or two. Currently I have just two of my kitties left with me, the others having passed on over the years. The most I've had in my house at one time is 6. I have cherished each and every little furry soul that has shared their lives with me, and I've always had at least one as my soul mate. One who was bonded very close to me. I've always considered myself a cat person.
(Djinn)
I've found that people who truly understand cats and have a true bond with them are probably the most creative and forgive the easiest. This is not to say that dog people don't know how to forgive or aren't creative, but cats are definitely draw to very creative people. I have found this to be true for me as any time I am working creatively either on the loom, or drawing, or such, they are all always there, curled up around me and on or around my work. People who don't understand this bond or don't understand cats are usually uncomfortable around them. It's sad really. Cats are survivors, they are hunters with amazing stealth, grace and speed, they are lovers, they are healers, they can be unselfish, and they are comfort providers. They also give without asking for much and don't require as much from us for their care usually as dogs do. They can be self-sufficient when the need arises. I have also learned about true compassion from the cats in my life. They have taught me a lot over the years.
Back in early October, one of my two remaining boys, Djinn (my kitty soul mate at this time), came down ill with what seemed an upper respiratory infection. In fact upon taking him to the vet, this was the initial diagnosis. He also had what seemed to be an infection in the mouth, which is not unusual with a upper respiratory infection. But we opted to wait till he got over the sinus infection before taking care of teeth because he was so sick. We were loaded up on two very strong antibiotics and some nasal drops. None of these gave much relief or seemed to help any. So we tried a second course of antibiotics of a different type, they seemed to help a bit more but not much. Again, I consulted with another vet in the clinic and took him in. Because he really hadn't had much improvement the vet suspected a tumor or cancer in the sinuses, Djinn felt comfortable with this vet, and purred for him throughout it all. So we were to return in about 3 days to have the vet take x-rays, flush the sinuses and take care of the teeth in case there was just an abscess in the teeth that could be causing things.
Well, the diagnosis was cancer, nasal lymphoma to be exact. I was devastated and heartbroken. The vet said it really wasn't operable, and chemo is very hard on cats and we certainly could not afford chemo with an out of town vet. So his next suggestion was steroids to help shrink the tumor and perhaps give him more time which could be anywhere from a month to 2 yrs at the longest. He was also put back on antibiotics to counter secondary infections after the teeth had been extracted. This all happened Thanksgiving week.
We were determined to give him whatever he wanted and however much he wanted to eat as he needed to put weight back on. I also spent as much time with him, loving him and giving him healing as I could.
Thanksgiving day I was pretty much preoccupied getting my house and food ready for the afternoon as family was coming for supper. It wasn't until my husband was out running errands and I went upstairs to clean up for the afternoon that while I was getting ready for my shower I noticed that Djinn had run up the stairs after me and that for the first time he wasn't wheezing or struggling to get a breath. I was so shocked I literally fell onto the bench at the end of our bed and sat there crying with thanks. He of course looked at me like I had lost it. But I was so thankful as it meant the steroids were shrinking the tumor and this would give us more time together. He even came downstairs not long after my family arrived to greet my father, (usually he avoids lots of people and the two nephews because they are too active for him). My dad was so touched by his gesture. It was the best Thanksgiving gift I could have ever hoped for.
Over the next month I watched him get more active and put on weight and play. I really was so thankful. However, I guess it was not to last, two days before Christmas I discovered a double lump in the lymph gland under his right jaw. My heart fell to my feet. My intuition told me that he wasn't to be with me a whole lot longer. Monday after Christmas he started wheezing and having trouble breathing again. I knew the tumor had grown again and was metastasizing into the lymph system, and things were happening rapidly. I talked to the vet this week about this, and he agreed with my assessment of what was happening. For now we agreed to up his dosage of steroids to afford him a bit more time, but it's still a waiting game, we know we'll have to make that very hard decision to give him the ultimate act of compassion when he says it's time or when his quality of life is no longer there.
I am very heartsick, and am scared at the same time. You see, I have always, always had a animal soul mate, cat or dog, usually male, in my life, and usually when one passes on, there has been another already here to take up the reins of being my companion and protector of my soul. What scares me is that there is not another furry kid waiting in the wings to share life with me. While I have another cat, and two little female dogs left here, they are all pretty much bonded with my husband. Yummy, the cat, he loves us both, but he owns my husband. Djinn knows he hasn't got much time left with me, and he knows my heart is breaking, I guess he's known for some time now. Since the tumor has grown back he's pretty much inseparable from me, he follows me everywhere and sleeps on my pillow every night. He craves the healing and tTouch as they help him some to breathe easier, but he can't put his head down fully to sleep because the sinuses block up. He will put his chin on my hand to sleep as he can so his head is raised a touch.
Throughout all this, he has been quick to love, to purr and to cuddle. He's always purred and even if he's struggling to breathe, the minute you love on him, or direct energy, he purrs. He also throughout his life has communicated to me with his eyes. He loves to look us in the eyes and you really can see the communication of love from him. I think this is why my father was so drawn to him when he adopted him from the Animal Shelter for me over 13 yrs ago. This is one example of what I mean about how unselfish and selfless they can be. Despite his being gravely ill, he continues to give love and comfort to those he cares for.
So, for now I will continue to spoil him rotten, wipe his little nose, feed him whatever or whenever he wants, cuddle him, and give him all the love and healing I can. I will cherish the time I have with him. And learn the lessons he and life are handing me. And I will know that the next one will step in when it is the right time.
Monday, November 22, 2010
A bit late..... Holidays and other stuff....
Well, I knew it had been awhile since I had blogged, but didn't realize over 2 months had passed. :( My error hey?
It's been a whirlwind couple of months too. With all that was going on, I think I plumb just didn't keep up. The latest news from my crew, I lost my little man, Lil'Shit last month. It was time and I still miss him terribly. Since the end of September I've been trying to help Djinn battle an upper respiratory infection, believe it's a reoccurrance of CaliciVirus that he had a touch of maybe 6 or so yrs ago now. However, it's not clearing up. Been working with one vet, and now another for a second opinion. I am constantly wiping his little nose to keep it as clear as possible. Tomorrow however, he goes in to the vet so that he can flush the sinus cavity, culture the mucus, and take an xray of the skull and sinuses. We want to make sure there is no tumor up there. Just got the preliminary blood work results that we took Saturday. It may be leaning towards a very bad periodontal issue or abscess, but they're not for sure. It could be this that is causing the sinuses to not drain. Regardless of the 4 types of Antibiotics he's had. He's eating and his desire to eat is strong and he seems to be eating ok, but is not putting on weight, he's losing it. Don't think it's diabetes because the signs aren't there. Regardless, I am scared and worried about him as his odds aren't that fab for anesthesia. But we cannot do nothing. Not ready to lose another kid. He sleeps with me and talks to me almost constantly, he loves his tTouch on his face and sinuses, and it helps to get them to drain some. Poor baby....
Holidays are coming up. These can be pleasant or dangerous for your pets. I wanted to send a reminder to you all that small amounts of non-fatty/greasy table scraps might be ok, but don't give cooked bird bones, they will splinter, and could cause much distress, intestinal problems and death for pets. Even if you have successfully given them in past, you're still not safe, it can happen any time, any where. If you love them, truly love them and want to share some feast with them, then boil a bit of turkey or chicken with a bit of plain pumpkin or sweet potatoes are good for them. Even a small amount of brown rice is ok for dogs. So you can include your 4 legged kids, I'm just asking you to be smart about what you share with them, and be safe so they can enjoy too.
And if you have the room or room in your hearts, please consider adopting or fostering a pet from your local shelter. That is the best holiday gift you can give. Don't buy, adopt a loving soul who needs you! Save a life!
It's been a whirlwind couple of months too. With all that was going on, I think I plumb just didn't keep up. The latest news from my crew, I lost my little man, Lil'Shit last month. It was time and I still miss him terribly. Since the end of September I've been trying to help Djinn battle an upper respiratory infection, believe it's a reoccurrance of CaliciVirus that he had a touch of maybe 6 or so yrs ago now. However, it's not clearing up. Been working with one vet, and now another for a second opinion. I am constantly wiping his little nose to keep it as clear as possible. Tomorrow however, he goes in to the vet so that he can flush the sinus cavity, culture the mucus, and take an xray of the skull and sinuses. We want to make sure there is no tumor up there. Just got the preliminary blood work results that we took Saturday. It may be leaning towards a very bad periodontal issue or abscess, but they're not for sure. It could be this that is causing the sinuses to not drain. Regardless of the 4 types of Antibiotics he's had. He's eating and his desire to eat is strong and he seems to be eating ok, but is not putting on weight, he's losing it. Don't think it's diabetes because the signs aren't there. Regardless, I am scared and worried about him as his odds aren't that fab for anesthesia. But we cannot do nothing. Not ready to lose another kid. He sleeps with me and talks to me almost constantly, he loves his tTouch on his face and sinuses, and it helps to get them to drain some. Poor baby....
Holidays are coming up. These can be pleasant or dangerous for your pets. I wanted to send a reminder to you all that small amounts of non-fatty/greasy table scraps might be ok, but don't give cooked bird bones, they will splinter, and could cause much distress, intestinal problems and death for pets. Even if you have successfully given them in past, you're still not safe, it can happen any time, any where. If you love them, truly love them and want to share some feast with them, then boil a bit of turkey or chicken with a bit of plain pumpkin or sweet potatoes are good for them. Even a small amount of brown rice is ok for dogs. So you can include your 4 legged kids, I'm just asking you to be smart about what you share with them, and be safe so they can enjoy too.
And if you have the room or room in your hearts, please consider adopting or fostering a pet from your local shelter. That is the best holiday gift you can give. Don't buy, adopt a loving soul who needs you! Save a life!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Gardens, Birds, and Neighbors.....
Ok, so we've only been working on our front yard for about 4 yrs. We have had a sort of plan on how we wanted to landscape it, but it's been a very slow road. Finally about a month ago and to date we've been moving forward much more quickly. YAY!
I decided I wanted to plant easy care plants that once established would be easy keepers and easy to care for and even easier on the water consumption. I also wanted to have flowers, lots of flowers! Flowers to draw in hummingbirds, butterflies and bees. I wanted to be able to come home to a lovely looking yard that would make you smile when you pull up and sigh and relax. Well, I am getting there. And even just having the terraces up has neighbors stopping to say how nice it's looking!
My husband has been working very, very hard for me, and we planted the first beds last weekend. I spent time the weekend before at the Nursery picking out my plants and just enjoying the energy being around growing things. Well the next day after buying the plants (Monday) I went out before going to work to water them a bit and admire them. I wasn't very awake I guess because it took me a few moments to realize there was something about a foot or so from my face, about chin level. I looked up to see this lovely little male humming bird in front of me, trying to communicate. I opened my heart as they are such joyful little souls, talked to him, and while I was talking to him he would bob and move closer and away. Then he dipped down to drink from all the flowers waiting to be planted. After he'd sampled them all, he buzzed off.
Well, now they're all in the ground, this is from the house side so far. The other bed isn't planted yet.
Yesterday morning, I was out looking things over, and getting ready to water again. And here comes my little guy again. I talked to him, he flew around me up to me, went around behind me to look for the plants where they were, then found them in the bed. I enjoyed watching him check them all out, and noted his favorites. Then he came over and came right up to my face, twittered as if to say "Thank You!" and zoomed off. Both these incidents completely made my mornings, and I worked to hold that feeling all day.
Last evening though I am discovering that they all need more water to saturate the ground a bit more at present till they get established. And we'll need to get the mulch down soon to help retain the moisture. But while I was out watering and enjoying gardening again, several neighbors walking their dogs by commented. The one I got the kick out of is an elderly woman with her elderly beagle. She is also the neighborhood yard patrol and complains to the neighborhood association about poor yards. She stopped and said how nice it was coming along. Then she noted, "Oh, you have some flowers planted!" I told her I had planted to attract hummingbirds and butterflies. She seemed surprised about that and huffed then asked if we were going to just put bark mulch on the other side (it's where we have it all unloaded for the present). I told her no, that bark was at the moment for this bed that it wasn't complete yet and that I would be doing flower type beds also on the other side. She sniffed, didn't say another word and meandered off.
One could have perhaps been a tad offended by her attitude, but I was mostly amused. As if it never occurred to her to perhaps provide for other creatures, thus bringing more positive energy and enjoyment to your home. It's all about karma, put good out, you'll get good back.
Eventual plans as they move forward are to finish the other side before fall sets in, get a front porch full length up and work on the back yard over winter to be ready for spring plantings. YAY! Eventually this front bed will have a rose bush or two also planted in that hopefully will climb up a trellis or two of the porch. At least that's the plan!
Anyhow, some of the plants planted here are different types of salvia, Monarda (gorgeous flowers!), dianthus, minature matt daisies, pink moss matt, Agastache, Catmint, Missouri primrose, bee balms, and a few others. The other side will have a dwarf grass clump also, and plans to put in a bird bath and maybe some bird houses under the Aspen. :)
Ok, can you tell I'm excited about it all? LOL
I decided I wanted to plant easy care plants that once established would be easy keepers and easy to care for and even easier on the water consumption. I also wanted to have flowers, lots of flowers! Flowers to draw in hummingbirds, butterflies and bees. I wanted to be able to come home to a lovely looking yard that would make you smile when you pull up and sigh and relax. Well, I am getting there. And even just having the terraces up has neighbors stopping to say how nice it's looking!
My husband has been working very, very hard for me, and we planted the first beds last weekend. I spent time the weekend before at the Nursery picking out my plants and just enjoying the energy being around growing things. Well the next day after buying the plants (Monday) I went out before going to work to water them a bit and admire them. I wasn't very awake I guess because it took me a few moments to realize there was something about a foot or so from my face, about chin level. I looked up to see this lovely little male humming bird in front of me, trying to communicate. I opened my heart as they are such joyful little souls, talked to him, and while I was talking to him he would bob and move closer and away. Then he dipped down to drink from all the flowers waiting to be planted. After he'd sampled them all, he buzzed off.
Well, now they're all in the ground, this is from the house side so far. The other bed isn't planted yet.
Yesterday morning, I was out looking things over, and getting ready to water again. And here comes my little guy again. I talked to him, he flew around me up to me, went around behind me to look for the plants where they were, then found them in the bed. I enjoyed watching him check them all out, and noted his favorites. Then he came over and came right up to my face, twittered as if to say "Thank You!" and zoomed off. Both these incidents completely made my mornings, and I worked to hold that feeling all day.
Last evening though I am discovering that they all need more water to saturate the ground a bit more at present till they get established. And we'll need to get the mulch down soon to help retain the moisture. But while I was out watering and enjoying gardening again, several neighbors walking their dogs by commented. The one I got the kick out of is an elderly woman with her elderly beagle. She is also the neighborhood yard patrol and complains to the neighborhood association about poor yards. She stopped and said how nice it was coming along. Then she noted, "Oh, you have some flowers planted!" I told her I had planted to attract hummingbirds and butterflies. She seemed surprised about that and huffed then asked if we were going to just put bark mulch on the other side (it's where we have it all unloaded for the present). I told her no, that bark was at the moment for this bed that it wasn't complete yet and that I would be doing flower type beds also on the other side. She sniffed, didn't say another word and meandered off.
One could have perhaps been a tad offended by her attitude, but I was mostly amused. As if it never occurred to her to perhaps provide for other creatures, thus bringing more positive energy and enjoyment to your home. It's all about karma, put good out, you'll get good back.
Eventual plans as they move forward are to finish the other side before fall sets in, get a front porch full length up and work on the back yard over winter to be ready for spring plantings. YAY! Eventually this front bed will have a rose bush or two also planted in that hopefully will climb up a trellis or two of the porch. At least that's the plan!
Anyhow, some of the plants planted here are different types of salvia, Monarda (gorgeous flowers!), dianthus, minature matt daisies, pink moss matt, Agastache, Catmint, Missouri primrose, bee balms, and a few others. The other side will have a dwarf grass clump also, and plans to put in a bird bath and maybe some bird houses under the Aspen. :)
Ok, can you tell I'm excited about it all? LOL
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Some absolutes about having pets....
The other night I was sitting and being pestered by Yummy, one of my cats, and I got to thinking about some things I've found to be true (for me anyway) with all the pets I've owned. Most are quite humorous after reflection, some are a bit annoying, and some unnerving. Anyhow, I thought I'd post them as I haven't had much inspiration lately for topics to blog about.
I have found that it takes about 1.75 seconds for a cat to occupy your warm seat on the sofa from when you vacate it. And that when you return and try to remove them from the spot they suddenly revert to their semi-liquid state. In other words they are almost impossible to pick up as the seem to ooze out of your hands and you will find it's easier to just find a new seat.
Pet fur has magnetic qualities! Really! It will pull from the most obscure, well hidden places and obstinately attach to your clothing. Especially to fabrics that will show off said fur to the best advantage, like your dark suit or lovely dress and panty hose is a favorite.
Pets must be psychic, especially cats for they know when you are having that really great dream (menopausal women insert dream of sexy cabana boy here....) and invariably pick that time to create an earth shattering ruckus waking you instantly and completely.
Cats are fabulous about clearing any horizontal surface off in a matter of seconds when they feel you have slighted them or aren't giving in to their demands. This is a particularly effective method of ensuring your attention if there is a fragile object on there. Dogs on the other hand usually are just up on the coffee table looking for food or fun things to shred, or if tall enough the tail swipe across your coffee table is effective.
Food never tastes the same or right at a house without pets. Fur seems to find it's way into everything, it's that special ingredient dontcha know! LOL
Allowing small dogs to sleep in bed with you are a hazard unto themselves. For one thing they will always pick those "intimate" moments to lick the bottom of your foot, or poke a wet nose where it should never even be near, thereby killing all passion in the moment.
Also any wet nose from any pet that makes contact with uncovered skin is a rude awakening. Period, I don't care who you are, it's rude.
If you have restless feet or they twitch at night under the covers, this is a signal to most cats that there is something in the bed with you, and they feel they must attack and kill it to protect you. And they do this with great exuberance!
Any open box or bag is an open invitation for practicing stealth maneuvers for your cat. This is dangerous to your heart rate, feet, small dogs and small children. As these items are usually the injured victims. For that matter, bedskirts are another excellent place from behind which to practice on toes, causing much cursing, pain and a little blood loss.
Fluffy furniture, pillows, and packages of paper goods are a home redecoration waiting to happen for most puppies and some of the more zealous dog breeds.
Never leave pizza or sandwich unattended anywhere! There is always a food thief lurking!
Most cats generally are not receptive to being a dolly and being dressed up. They will not be amused if you do this and will hold a grudge long enough until they have thought out a suitable revenge upon your person. This revenge could even take the form of using your stomach as a landing pad from the headboard in the middle of the night, or using you as the obstacle in the race course.
The middle of the night is the time that the homing device turns on in your cat's tail. This ensures that their tail will always be twitched to the exact spot you are just about to set your foot down on. The ensuing yeowls from said kitty will give you heart failure and wake the entire house alarmingly.
Little dogs have a big dog mentality. They all believe they are as big as a horse until said horse wants to meet them and starts snuffling them. I have to say the ensuing looks of panic and terror can be quite humorous!
For the play toy obsessed dog. Just touching their favorite toy or bumping it will rapidly bring them from anywhere in the home to your feet all excited and ready to play. Doesn't matter either if they were asleep.
The above rule also applies to cats and cheese or opening a tuna can.
An hour before you are due to go out to a show or someplace special for the evening with friends ensures that you will have at least two if not three or four escapes or escape attempts. Thereby causing you in your fine clothes to be out calling "here kitty, kitty" or madly chasing your pooch down the street while someone gets the car to entice them into it.
Taking time to enjoy your shower in the morning is unacceptable to your cat. He or she feels that they should be taken care of first. And failing to do this ensures that you will find some vital object missing from the counter, like your contact lens case, glasses or such. You will then find them in the other room under the middle of the king-sized bed or dresser.
Despite the cat's natural dislike of water, they are drawn to it and all the bubbly or splashing sounds. They can't help themselves. This promises they will get wet somehow and possibly cause some blood loss if the wetting includes the entire body. Also be sure to watch for kitty if they are busy zooming around playing and are used to racing up onto a hot tub cover only to find it isn't there.
And your dog may have the stomach of iron, that is until guests show up and they will manage to upchuck on someone's lap or shoes.
Have any pet observations you'd like to share? I'd love to hear them! :)
Pet fur has magnetic qualities! Really! It will pull from the most obscure, well hidden places and obstinately attach to your clothing. Especially to fabrics that will show off said fur to the best advantage, like your dark suit or lovely dress and panty hose is a favorite.
Pets must be psychic, especially cats for they know when you are having that really great dream (menopausal women insert dream of sexy cabana boy here....) and invariably pick that time to create an earth shattering ruckus waking you instantly and completely.
Cats are fabulous about clearing any horizontal surface off in a matter of seconds when they feel you have slighted them or aren't giving in to their demands. This is a particularly effective method of ensuring your attention if there is a fragile object on there. Dogs on the other hand usually are just up on the coffee table looking for food or fun things to shred, or if tall enough the tail swipe across your coffee table is effective.
Food never tastes the same or right at a house without pets. Fur seems to find it's way into everything, it's that special ingredient dontcha know! LOL
Allowing small dogs to sleep in bed with you are a hazard unto themselves. For one thing they will always pick those "intimate" moments to lick the bottom of your foot, or poke a wet nose where it should never even be near, thereby killing all passion in the moment.
Also any wet nose from any pet that makes contact with uncovered skin is a rude awakening. Period, I don't care who you are, it's rude.
If you have restless feet or they twitch at night under the covers, this is a signal to most cats that there is something in the bed with you, and they feel they must attack and kill it to protect you. And they do this with great exuberance!
Any open box or bag is an open invitation for practicing stealth maneuvers for your cat. This is dangerous to your heart rate, feet, small dogs and small children. As these items are usually the injured victims. For that matter, bedskirts are another excellent place from behind which to practice on toes, causing much cursing, pain and a little blood loss.
Fluffy furniture, pillows, and packages of paper goods are a home redecoration waiting to happen for most puppies and some of the more zealous dog breeds.
Never leave pizza or sandwich unattended anywhere! There is always a food thief lurking!
Most cats generally are not receptive to being a dolly and being dressed up. They will not be amused if you do this and will hold a grudge long enough until they have thought out a suitable revenge upon your person. This revenge could even take the form of using your stomach as a landing pad from the headboard in the middle of the night, or using you as the obstacle in the race course.
The middle of the night is the time that the homing device turns on in your cat's tail. This ensures that their tail will always be twitched to the exact spot you are just about to set your foot down on. The ensuing yeowls from said kitty will give you heart failure and wake the entire house alarmingly.
Little dogs have a big dog mentality. They all believe they are as big as a horse until said horse wants to meet them and starts snuffling them. I have to say the ensuing looks of panic and terror can be quite humorous!
For the play toy obsessed dog. Just touching their favorite toy or bumping it will rapidly bring them from anywhere in the home to your feet all excited and ready to play. Doesn't matter either if they were asleep.
The above rule also applies to cats and cheese or opening a tuna can.
An hour before you are due to go out to a show or someplace special for the evening with friends ensures that you will have at least two if not three or four escapes or escape attempts. Thereby causing you in your fine clothes to be out calling "here kitty, kitty" or madly chasing your pooch down the street while someone gets the car to entice them into it.
Taking time to enjoy your shower in the morning is unacceptable to your cat. He or she feels that they should be taken care of first. And failing to do this ensures that you will find some vital object missing from the counter, like your contact lens case, glasses or such. You will then find them in the other room under the middle of the king-sized bed or dresser.
Despite the cat's natural dislike of water, they are drawn to it and all the bubbly or splashing sounds. They can't help themselves. This promises they will get wet somehow and possibly cause some blood loss if the wetting includes the entire body. Also be sure to watch for kitty if they are busy zooming around playing and are used to racing up onto a hot tub cover only to find it isn't there.
And your dog may have the stomach of iron, that is until guests show up and they will manage to upchuck on someone's lap or shoes.
Have any pet observations you'd like to share? I'd love to hear them! :)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Gulf Coast pets need help too!
While we all have watched or seen the news headlines every day about the gulf oil problems and the animals it's affected, most of the attention has been given to the marine life. We see dying, dead, or mired birds, dolphins, turtles, fish, etc. everyday on all the news fronts. We also hear about the families affected by this, the ruination of their livelihoods, their incomes and lives. Many who are able are leaving for better shores and hopefully a better life.
However, there is another victim we're forgetting here. That is all the pets that are being voluntarily surrendered daily to the shelters, or being abandoned as families can no longer afford to care for them.
The shelters and rescues in and along the gulf coast are still trying to cope from Katrina, and they are overwhelmed again. Some pets are able to be moved north, some aren't. Some I am sure end up euthanized as there is no place for them to go. It's a sad state. I know the ASPCA is working to raise monies to help families keep their pets, by helping with food and veterinary costs etc. But these agencies cannot do it alone, they do need our help, even if it is only a donation to help with food and shelter costs.
All the way around it is a sad plight. People right now are angry with BP oil, and I get many, many notices daily about do this or complain about that, or sign this against BP. I will agree that the enormity of the consequences could have been averted if things had been done properly to begin with. However, being angry at BP isn't going to help the animals. This perhaps is when we need to be showing the most compassion, help and love to all creatures affected by this that we possibly can. Whether you can maybe take your vacation to go down and help clean up animals, or volunteer to take a road trip and drive shelter animals to another city or state who would be able to find them forever homes, or even donation of monies, you are then creating a force of positive energy and love. And good karma. We are doing so much more good in the long run.
So quit lambasting the company at fault, yes, they made a mess that will last for many, many years yet to come, but with love and compassion to the animals and the environment there we can change a lot more, and help it heal so much faster.
Here's something for thought:
I saw news in this morning about oil spill in Gulf of Mexico. In the news, the Japanese TV crew chartered a boat and got the scene where the huge amount of oil was spilled in the gulf of Mexico. They departed from the mouth of Mississippi River and they got the scene after 1 hour. Huge amount of oil is gushing out everyday and the reporter said it is just a matter of time that the oil is reaching the shore.
However, there is another victim we're forgetting here. That is all the pets that are being voluntarily surrendered daily to the shelters, or being abandoned as families can no longer afford to care for them.
The shelters and rescues in and along the gulf coast are still trying to cope from Katrina, and they are overwhelmed again. Some pets are able to be moved north, some aren't. Some I am sure end up euthanized as there is no place for them to go. It's a sad state. I know the ASPCA is working to raise monies to help families keep their pets, by helping with food and veterinary costs etc. But these agencies cannot do it alone, they do need our help, even if it is only a donation to help with food and shelter costs.
All the way around it is a sad plight. People right now are angry with BP oil, and I get many, many notices daily about do this or complain about that, or sign this against BP. I will agree that the enormity of the consequences could have been averted if things had been done properly to begin with. However, being angry at BP isn't going to help the animals. This perhaps is when we need to be showing the most compassion, help and love to all creatures affected by this that we possibly can. Whether you can maybe take your vacation to go down and help clean up animals, or volunteer to take a road trip and drive shelter animals to another city or state who would be able to find them forever homes, or even donation of monies, you are then creating a force of positive energy and love. And good karma. We are doing so much more good in the long run.
So quit lambasting the company at fault, yes, they made a mess that will last for many, many years yet to come, but with love and compassion to the animals and the environment there we can change a lot more, and help it heal so much faster.
Here's something for thought:
-- Urgent Message from Dr. Masaru Emoto regarding oil spill in Gulf of Mexico--
I saw news in this morning about oil spill in Gulf of Mexico. In the news, the Japanese TV crew chartered a boat and got the scene where the huge amount of oil was spilled in the gulf of Mexico. They departed from the mouth of Mississippi River and they got the scene after 1 hour. Huge amount of oil is gushing out everyday and the reporter said it is just a matter of time that the oil is reaching the shore.
After the reporter arrived the scene by a boat, she scooped sea water with a cup and she checked what’s inside. Then there was a young fish carcass in the cup. It was only one small scoop but the fish carcass was there. I shuddered to think how many lives are lost by this oil spill in the entire ocean.
Then, when they were on the way back, they encountered dolphins at ocean area where they should have never been seen before. The dolphins were running away from the scene where the oil spilled and they were moving towards the shore. What will happen if oils are surging ahead to the shore. The answer is obvious.
As a water researcher, I have been always thinking why the oils and water cannot be combined. Perhaps scientists can answer this question with using an equation however, it is difficult to understand and I think their answer cannot answer my essential question “Why is that?” So, from a viewpoint of a water messenger, I would like to mention my opinions regarding this question.
“Water is the principal of all things.”
Nobody will deny this word which was said by Thales, the Greek Philosopher in 2500 BC. All things were created by blueprint of creator in water and we can say that water should be able to combine with all things. In another word, water likes everything.
However, water cannot combine with oils, meaning water dislike oils. Maybe, it is not appropriate to use the word “like” or “dislike” because water does not have emotions. The noble role of water is to maintain and protect life phenomenon in great nature so water can refuse to things to disturb its role.
There is another phenomenon that water does not appreciate. It is a gap issue on energy. Water does not discriminate anything and go with the spirit of conciliation and peaceful co-existence. If there is a situation of unbalance of energy happened, water is warning us by becoming Tsunami, Hurricane or earthquake.
By the way, why oil products are giving human bodies bad effect even though Oils are products of nature which originally stayed in underground. My answer is like this.
I think oils are liquefied organism which was accumulated in the underground since this earth created and any organism contains spirits of our ancestor or animals.
I think oils are liquefied organism which was accumulated in the underground since this earth created and any organism contains spirits of our ancestor or animals.
I think all the living organism which have not been able to ride on Noah’s Ark when Atlantis and Mu were vanished, were lost in the underground and they have became a part of petrol. So, my idea is that petrol oil has Hado
Of course it is an idea without scientific proof and I am ready to receive any criticism on this.
Oils are necessary for human beings but if you think about ecological view point, it is not favorable. That is what most of people think but because there are not really other alternative energy sources not many people pointed objections to that. However, finally we have the technology to get an
alternative energy that can be replaced by oils.
alternative energy that can be replaced by oils.
“Water is a mirror of our mind” that is what I was taught by water and it is now important to support this technology to be used everywhere in daily life.
I believe lot of people who involved fishery industries in Mexico Gulf are suffering now but as for economic issues, U.S government and other countries will support them and give an utmost response to it. Important thing is that we learn from this mistake and make sure this type of things will never happen in the future and protect nature environment thus we have to take this technology to get energy from water very seriously. I really hope this technology will be available and used for everybody as soon as possible.
Now let’s give energy of love and gratitude to all the living creatures in Mexico Gulf by praying like this.
To whales, dolphins, pelicans, fishes, shellfishes, planktons, corals, algae and all creatures ion Gulf of MexicoI am sorry.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.
Please forgive me.
Thank you.
I love you.
Masaru Emoto
May, 9th 2010
May, 9th 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
General stuff......
Well, I haven't blogged in awhile so figured I should probably come up with something. So today is mostly general stuff. A bit too about how a dog can be so annoying sometimes, then turn around and do something so endearing, it breaks your heart.
Lately, I have been having a rough time watching as my little man, Lil'Shit moves towards his final days. It is much harder on me I think than him.
This is him doing his favorite thing, sun worship. This was several months ago.
He has a harder time getting around these days. Mostly suns himself or sleeps. I think may also have senility, quite often he appears to forget where he is or where he was going, and will stand somewhere and stare blankly, then lay down where he is and go to sleep.
And because he doesn't see very well or understand where he may or may not be in a room or which kennel he wants to go into, it is difficult when it involves Poppy, one of the other little dogs I have. She is getting increasingly cranky and snappy in her older years. And snaps and snarls at everyone she perceives to be too close to her or her space. Over a week ago I was awoken at 4am by her sounding like she'd gotten into it with another dog. Well she had, she'd turned her temper on Lil'Shit and bit up his ear. Biscuit, the pekinese, broke it up. But I had blood to clean up and an ear to doctor. A couple days later she did it again, this time removing the tip of that same ear. :( She's not a very bright dog, and is extremely stubborn, one of those who refuses to learn. So it's been back to locking her up at night in her kennel. It's much quieter that way, and she leaves the old man alone. Even though she is one of those who will mess in her sleeping space. I am having to wash the bedding for her every couple of days. Ick.
Moving along.......
Now, this is Corney, my brother's Border Collie.
He's a very active dog. Actually he tries very hard to be a good dog. And most times he succeeds. He just has a barking problem that drives us all nuts and kinda pisses off the neighbors. We've been trying an anti-bark device lately that emits a high frequency noise that only they can hear in response to barking. Actually it's working quite well, unless he is so distracted about what he feels he absolutely must bark at. Then I have to step in and say no to him. The little dogs are slower to respond to the device than he has been. And it's working on the neighbor dogs who instigate a lot of the barking fests. This is a good thing.
Now to the interesting part. After our super last night, I was still sitting at the table, and Lil'Shit was sleeping in the middle of the floor. Very much asleep. Corney came over at one point, and nudged him, and started worrying about his injured ear, washing it very thoroughly. He even washed the other ear and his face. It was so sweet to watch, I got all teary eyed. Then when he felt it was clean to his satisfaction, he nudged him gently to assure himself he was still there as it were. Then he wimpered a little and lay down with his nose inches from the old man, and watched him. At one point he may have thought he wasn't breathing or such, and stood up and nudged him again to see that he moved. The old man got up and moved over to Corney's big dog bed. Corney watched, then wandered off briefly, only to come back and watch him again. Eventually he washed his ear again. Guess it wasn't clean enough for him. He pretty much watched him the remainder of the evening. I had to wonder if it is getting close to time for passing and Corney is just watching out for him and caring for him.
However, things for the moment were back to normal this morning. I think when things are quiet and he's not distracted, he tries to watch out for the old man.
I will be very sad when the time comes. I have loved that little guy very much over the years. He's been a very good companion and friend. But I know it's not all that long now, things simply aren't working as well anymore, and he's definitely slowing down.
Lately, I have been having a rough time watching as my little man, Lil'Shit moves towards his final days. It is much harder on me I think than him.
This is him doing his favorite thing, sun worship. This was several months ago.
He has a harder time getting around these days. Mostly suns himself or sleeps. I think may also have senility, quite often he appears to forget where he is or where he was going, and will stand somewhere and stare blankly, then lay down where he is and go to sleep.
And because he doesn't see very well or understand where he may or may not be in a room or which kennel he wants to go into, it is difficult when it involves Poppy, one of the other little dogs I have. She is getting increasingly cranky and snappy in her older years. And snaps and snarls at everyone she perceives to be too close to her or her space. Over a week ago I was awoken at 4am by her sounding like she'd gotten into it with another dog. Well she had, she'd turned her temper on Lil'Shit and bit up his ear. Biscuit, the pekinese, broke it up. But I had blood to clean up and an ear to doctor. A couple days later she did it again, this time removing the tip of that same ear. :( She's not a very bright dog, and is extremely stubborn, one of those who refuses to learn. So it's been back to locking her up at night in her kennel. It's much quieter that way, and she leaves the old man alone. Even though she is one of those who will mess in her sleeping space. I am having to wash the bedding for her every couple of days. Ick.
Moving along.......
Now, this is Corney, my brother's Border Collie.
He's a very active dog. Actually he tries very hard to be a good dog. And most times he succeeds. He just has a barking problem that drives us all nuts and kinda pisses off the neighbors. We've been trying an anti-bark device lately that emits a high frequency noise that only they can hear in response to barking. Actually it's working quite well, unless he is so distracted about what he feels he absolutely must bark at. Then I have to step in and say no to him. The little dogs are slower to respond to the device than he has been. And it's working on the neighbor dogs who instigate a lot of the barking fests. This is a good thing.
Now to the interesting part. After our super last night, I was still sitting at the table, and Lil'Shit was sleeping in the middle of the floor. Very much asleep. Corney came over at one point, and nudged him, and started worrying about his injured ear, washing it very thoroughly. He even washed the other ear and his face. It was so sweet to watch, I got all teary eyed. Then when he felt it was clean to his satisfaction, he nudged him gently to assure himself he was still there as it were. Then he wimpered a little and lay down with his nose inches from the old man, and watched him. At one point he may have thought he wasn't breathing or such, and stood up and nudged him again to see that he moved. The old man got up and moved over to Corney's big dog bed. Corney watched, then wandered off briefly, only to come back and watch him again. Eventually he washed his ear again. Guess it wasn't clean enough for him. He pretty much watched him the remainder of the evening. I had to wonder if it is getting close to time for passing and Corney is just watching out for him and caring for him.
However, things for the moment were back to normal this morning. I think when things are quiet and he's not distracted, he tries to watch out for the old man.
I will be very sad when the time comes. I have loved that little guy very much over the years. He's been a very good companion and friend. But I know it's not all that long now, things simply aren't working as well anymore, and he's definitely slowing down.