Shelba

Gagging on Garlic

Many apologies to my dog, Jake.  I'm sorry for all of the disgusting garlic farts that sent you gasping out from under the covers.  He can take a lot, but apparently garlic toots he can't tolerate.  So, so sorry.  I'm thinking about taking him in for a CAT scan, because I fear permanent damage may have been done to him.

Book Report

What do you think about Amber Frey writing a book?  Is your response one of "you go, girl!" or do you think it is inappropriate?  I'm curious and I'm looking for a distraction.  Distract me, please.  Please! 

Distractions

In April of this year, we lost our other cat, Hannah, and I think that my family thought that this gave us a pass on having anything happen to any of our other pets.  Losing two pets in one year, that is impossible! Obviously, not so impossible.  Here Louise has been dying for months and we never knew.  Even though she had numerous tests done a couple of months ago, they didn't find anything. And we could have had a liver biopsy done on Louise, but it was too late.  There was no point in putting her through all of that.  Our only regret is that she spent her last night at the vet clinic when she should have been home.  But she wasn't alone when she died. 

This is a picture of Louise and Jake.  It was taken a couple of weeks ago when we were in Mississippi.  While Louise hated Lola, she tolerated Jake.  I wouldn't say that she liked him, because she didn't.  She tolerated him. If she wanted to sit on the couch, she wasn't going to let him jumping up and sitting next to her going to stop her.  She was stubborn that way. 

So, yeah, Christmas was a good distraction away from losing Louise and from the wait for baby.  I appreciate distractions.  Now that the holidays are coming to a close, I need to find more distractions.

Siblings

On a happier note, today I was at Petsmart looking for a sweater for my dog, Jake.  He is very cold and he really needs a sweater, but all of the sweaters at PetSmart had hoods.  He won't wear a hood.  Anyway, while I was looking, this big, thick pug walked by me.  I commented to his people about how cute he was and how I have a black pug.  Then later on, in another section of the store, I bumped into them again.  Somehow we got to talking about where we got our dogs, and her story sounded like mine.  So I asked her what her dog's parent's names are. 

She said, "His father's name is Festus."

I said, "And his mother's name is Maybelline."

"YES! And his birthday is October 3." 

"Lola's birthday is October 3 too.  They are brother and sister!"

The lady was very sweet and we were both very excited about all of this.  She started to cry, and I got down to look into Lola's brother's face!  So cute!  We exchanged phone numbers and we're going to get together after Christmas.  I'm going to "try" to take a portrait of Lola and her brother.  Lola is not keen on other dog's, so I don't know that she will cooperate by sitting next to her sibling, but we'll see. 

Pitiful, huh?  Getting all excited about finding my dog's brother.  I mean, it ain't like this is an episode of Unsolved Mysteries or anything, but it was just so much fun. 

Louise....

Louise is decling rapidly.  She is dying.  My mom said the difference in her from when she dropped her off yesterday to today is signifcant.  Thankfully, she is not suffering, however, she is unaware of her surroundings.  Today is the day.  My parents are on their way down to be with Louise while she leaves.  By 3:45 central time, she will be gone. 

She was a sweet, tiny, orange cat.  She found me by sitting in front of my door and crying until I let her in and she never left. She is very petite, so petite that when I first saw her, I thought she was one of those munchkin cats.  She was not a munchkin cat.  She was a picky eater.  She didn't like my dogs.  She enjoyed stealing food off of the counter.  She demanded that her food bowl never be less than full.  Whenever we sat down, she came to sit in our laps.  She liked to stick her butt up in the air while you pet her.  She liked those little furry mice.  And catnip.  She liked to clean Bob, the cat she grew up with. She was a good cat. 

Weezy

Weez is not better.  BUT, the fucking vet never put her on an IV, like he said he would do.  And Weez is refusing to eat.  She won't eat when she is stressed out, and the vet was trying to give her seafood catfood, butg Weez doesn't like seafood catfood.  My mom is going down there to bring Weez the juice from her favorite catfood.  Weez won't eat canned catfood, just the juice from it.  And she might try to bring Weez home tonight for one last night, but there is still hope because we have until tomorrow for her to improve.   

Weezy Cat

I'm back, but like everybody else, I've been super busy preparing for Christmas.  Shopping, shopping, wrapping, shopping, more wrapping, mailing, and shopping some more. 

It is good to be home, yo. 

I did get some bad news.  My cat, Louise, has liver cancer.  After our cat Hannah passed away earlier this year, Louise quit eating.  We thought it was due to the stress of not having Hannah around, so she was placed on antibiotics, and given loads of ensure.  We thought she was better, but she started losing weight again.  The vet said he is pretty sure she has liver cancer, and that if treatment doesn't work by this Friday, she will need to be put to sleep.  He said if she is not better by Friday, she would most likely die on her own over the weekend.  However, if she is better, she can come home and will probably have a couple of months until her liver starts to fail her. 

Oh, please, please, please, don't make us put her to sleep on Christmas Eve.  Louise, please get better, please come home.  Please, please, please.  Yes, she is a cat, but please send warm thoughts to Miss Weez. 

Anyway, I'm off to to some Christmas stuff.  If I don't post again before Christmas is here, I want to wish all of you a happy holiday.  Have fun and stay safe. 

Bittersweet

I'm leaving Mississippi tomorrow morning, but I'm not going home.  We're driving to Louisiana for an early Christmas with Ray's family.  I'm sure I will have fun, but I really just want to go home. 

I'm sad about leaving my mom.  I wish we lived near eachother.  It will be really hard to say goodbye to her tomorrow.  I'm starting to cry just thinking about it.

I won't have internet access until the end of next week, so you won't hear from me until then.  I hope everyone remains healthy and safe. 

Bye for now. 

Never Leaving

I'm still in Mississippi.  Still here.  However, this really is the last week.  No, really, it is!  I'm hiring someone to come in and finish up all of the stuff that my mother and I can't do.  The handyman doesn't need me to be here to do his handy thing, so whether he is done by Saturday or not, I'm leaving. 

Okay, I'm off to cry myself to sleep. 

Gawk This

This is both sick and hilarious at the same time.  Who the hell would purposely make themselves look like Rod Stewart?  Why, do you do it?