Missy

Missy has started having drop seizures.  My son says it is probably her heart.  So off to the vet with her next week.  She is 13, or at least we think that is her age.  My daughter came carrying her in back in 2000.  She had found her on the side of the road.  Missy was loaded with fleas, dirty and malnourished.  We already had several dogs, rescues of course.  My first reaction was, "Oh, she will go to the shelter."  Well, my baby girl of 23 started crying.  Missy has been with us ever since.  She has dug up the yard.  We still have a 2 ft hole in the back.  She has eaten the sheetrock in the dining room.  She has chewed up the bottom of an antique china hutch.  And I will miss her terribly when I have to send her to be with Max.  But I will not keep her and let her suffer.  When Dr. Don tells me it is time, then it will be time.  It really hurts to lose one of my friends.  I was once told that they don't have to stay here as long as people because they already know how to be good.  And that it takes people longer to learn that lesson.  I am sure Max is waiting for her.

Jock

Jock had to go see Dr. Don again last week.  Impacted anal glands and he showed no indication before they ruptured.  He really has a problem with this.  I had a relative pick him up and take him in to the vet.  She said he was scared to death and shook like a leaf.  When she got him home and inside, she took the leash off and he was stuck to her side.  He was afraid of being thrown away again.  I guess he has not forgotten that fear he felt when he was dumped.  Well, he is home now.  At the moment, he and Duncan are asleep on the bed. Now if I could just get Duncan housebroken.  Not having a lot of luck in that department.  He has, however, settled in in his home.  He demands petting.  Last night we had thunderstorms move through.  He is terrified of storms.  I spent most of the night just holding him.  Needless to say, I was exhausted today.  Life wouldn't be much fun without them.

My squirrel

I walked out front this morning to the garbage can.  After I dropped the garbage and started back in the house, I happened to look up. Someone was staring at me.  One of the squirrels was sitting in the gutter staring down at me.  He or she just sat there staring at me.  I started talking to her and she just fussed at me. So I went on in and left her alone.  They really are cute.

Lost my Perspective

I hit hard times with money recently.  I have been dwelling on my problems.  I finally realized that things will work out the same way whether I worry or not.  But what has rocked me is that I forgot for a short time how very important my creatures that share my life really are.  I;m back in tune now.  Abby is doing good for being 13.  She still rules the house.  Duncan, God love him, has discovered how nice it is to be held and comforted.  Now every night after feeding them and taking care of chores, I have to sit on the couch and hold him in my lap for about an hour.  Then he is ready get down and play with Jock.  He and Jock are asleep right now on my bed on an antique quilt.  Abby has her very own blanket on the cedar chest behind me.  We have rabbits back in the yard now and they are great entertainment for Daisy and Missy.  They just know they will catch one.  I doubt that is going to happen.