Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
We lost an incredible little cat yesterday to kidney failure. She was my sister's cat, really, but since we lived next door to each other for years before purchasing a house together three years ago, she feels as much a part of my furry family as hers.
Dear Tigger was a brown tabby with a heart of gold. She was given to my sister by my niece who felt she was too "needy". She just wanted some attention and she demanded it whenever she felt the need to be pet. She was one of those cats that when you reached down to pet her she met you half way by lifting her front end off the floor to push her head into your hand.
Tigger on the back, with Lindsey in the seat and her brother Howie on the floor. Howie and Lindsey are Manx.
Tigger was just all around perfect. She has accepted every other cat that Melissa has taken in over the years, and she treated each one in the same motherly way. Holding them down and giving baths whether they liked it or not!
Tigger had just given Lindsey a bath who was ready to leave now
Tigger was only diagnosed with CRF (chronic renal failure) a little over a week ago, but up until then, other than losing a little weight, she really didn't show any indication that she was sick. She was attacked almost a month ago by the family's Siberian Husky and suffered an abcess on her face. She recovered quickly with antibiotics, but then just never quite seemed right after. We thought that maybe she still had a bit of infection and needed a longer course of antibiotics when I brought her back for a recheck. Bloodwork revealed the ugly truth. CRF so advanced that it was only a matter of days before she would lose her battle. Sure enough, a week later, she stopped eating and drinking and just looked miserable.
She headbutted everyone she encountered at the vet's yesterday, and purred right up until her last breath. She was a special little being who will be sorely missed around here, and her spot on the back of the couch is looking mighty empty....
Just this past Monday
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I put their small travel cage in the playpen as a safety zone if they wanted to go in it. They both went in and then decided to venture back out and I caught this adorable picture of them hanging off the edge.
Lulu's primary mission when she's in the playpen is to find a way to jump out. If there is anything in there for her to stand on, she backs up to get a running start and I have to stop her from jumping, the little stinker! I need to make something higher so she can run around longer without me worrying about her escaping.
I don't see any openings over here, Lulu.
Lulu in the bed before renovations
Poppy after renovations have started
Sweet little Poppy
Adorable little Lulu, who bit me right before I took this photo!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Look at that adorable face!
Sherman and Olivia
Olivia went to work with me every day. She was very frightened of men, but she loved women and went gaga over children. I was thrilled to finally have a dog that liked kids! She became well known at the Champlain Mill where our physical therapy clinic was, and most people knew her by name. I often took her down to the little cafe and leashed her to a post right outside the door (just a few feet from me, but she wasn't allowed in where the food was) and everyone stopped to see her and comment on how beautiful she was. She had gorgeous spots of brindle. Half of her face was white with white eyelashes, and the other was brindle with dark eyelashes. She was very unique in many ways.
Growing more beautiful every day
One day in mid October, Livi started circling and it became more and more prevalent each day. Then it became a frantic circling that she couldn't stop. She also started losing control of her right side and the vet thought she was blind on the right side. My vet referred her to a neurologist in NH for a CT scan, but before I even made the trip with her, she lost ground so quickly that I decided to let her go when she started having seizures. It was only two weeks from the start of her symptoms until I had to let her go. My vet said that with the seizure activity, he was pretty confident that it was a brain tumor.
This was taken only days before she started seizing. Her front legs are splayed out because she was having problems with motor control.
Blind in the right eye, from what we could tell
It still makes me teary to think of my sweet girl dying at such a young age. I took her loss very hard. My vet made me feel better by saying that maybe I was just meant to love her for the short time she had and that at least she didn't die a horrible death on the streets of Puerto Rico.
I love this picture of her smiling
I was very lucky to have her, even though it was for such a short period. I will never forget her love for life, her loving personality, her adorable face....
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Six years ago today Sherman made his way to Vermont via a relay of many wonderful people. I was to drive to Addison Vermont to pick him up for his last leg to his forever home. My home. Little did I know then how lucky I was to have this little being join my family.
Sherman was found as a stray, so we don't really know his actual birthdate, but my vet estimated him as 18 months to two years of age when I got him, so I decided to use his gotcha day as his birthday. I can hardly believe he's eight! He doesn't act it, or look it, or feel it from what I can tell. He and Raeka play and wrestle and run and run and run together. He does have pretty bad arthritis in his little elbows and wrists, but as long as I don't let him jump off the bed, he's fine.Sherman dressed for Halloween
Sherman is a love. He accepts every living creature that has joined our family since his arrival. Phoebe and Flower, the cats, Olivia, my darling little Puerto Rican rescue dog that we only had in our lives for nine short months before losing her to a brain tumor, and Raeka, who joined us after Olivia died. Another little girl from Puerto Rico. Sherman grieved for weeks and weeks after Daisy died, and again after Livia died. Hopefully, he will never have to suffer such a loss again in his lifetime.
Sherman and Daisy Mae
Sherman and Raeka
Sherman is challenging in the grooming department. His only fault, really. He will have nothing to do with nail trimming, or the grooming he needs when his coat grows long. Every six months I end up taking him to the vet's where they anesthetize him and monitor him while I trim his nails, shave his coat short, and do anything else that needs to be done. Other than that, he is such a joy. He's a big clown. He makes me laugh every day. He is a snuggler and a snorer, and a nut! I don't know what I'd do without him, and hopefully I won't find out for a very long time.
With his favorite toy, a pink bunny!
Looking for the perfect one
Happy Birthday, my little man. I'm so glad to have you as a part of my life.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Guess it's time to put the chairs away
So many beautiful colors
Sherman, who thinks the piles of leaves are put there for him to pee on!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Daisy loved to go for rides in the car, go for walks, and catch a frisbee in her younger days. She loved every living thing she ever met and knew no enemies. She was frightened of children, but would never harm one. She just chose to remove herself from the situation, or look at me with pleading eyes to remove the child, please.
At the Colchester Causeway. Her favorite place on earth, where I've place a letterbox in her memory.
I can't really put to words all that Dais meant to me, so I won't even try. I'll just share with you some of my favorite pictures and tell you that she was everything to me. My friend, my companion, my confidant, my heart and my soul....
Daisy slept with her bunny every night and gave it a bath every morning
Until we meet again, my sweet girl. I love you so....
Taken only six weeks before going to the Rainbow Bridge
Saturday, September 27, 2008
When we pulled into the parking area we were met by Bill, the owner, who made us feel right at home. Then two goats and six sheep went walking by. The white, calico looking goat is Molly, and this is her herd of sheep. They follow her everywhere she goes. I didn't get the name of the little goat, but what a doll!
The little adorable one
A few of the sheep
There is also a Shetland Pony named Alex that is such a love. He wanders through the grounds and if you go outside to enjoy the beautiful grounds he his more than happy to join you for a walk and some scratches.Alex
Then there is sweet, lovely, adorable Alice. Alice is a Japanese Potbelly Pig. She also has run of the place and can most often be found over near the patio area, munching on the grass and sunbathing by the picnic tables.
Alice coming to see me.
Alice and I
1680 miles to Springer
The property also touches Lake Kent. It's a beautiful little lake, crystal clear, with lots of ducks that are always looking for some crumbs.
We were served marvelous meals and waited on hand and foot. It was an amazing and relaxing weekend. We are all planning on making it a tradition to meet every spring and fall there.