Forgive me dear readers for being a most ungracious blogger, I’ve been long over due for a post, but we’ve had a lot on our hands. I’m sure some of you are aware of the situation with my mother, she suffers from Parkinsons and we moved her to a residential care home earlier this year. We had a lovely day at the Polo field on Easter Sunday.
Mom enjoyed watching the match and at halftime, The Easter Bunny fell out of the sky — he was part of a team of skydivers brought in to share the fun.
But wouldn’t you know it, once I thought my care giving days were over, both of our senior cats ended up with health care issues at the same time. Hyena, our loud-mouthed tortie-mix, who had been making the worst cater-walling wails, ended up in the hospital with a kidney infection. I don’t even want to talk about how much that cost, as Hyena was the cat that just decided to come and live at my husband’s house (before we were married) and he wasn’t so thrilled at the idea of spending so much money and the cat that “just showed up.”
The treatment was a success and Hyena is back to her old ways, of sitting on the newspaper when I’m trying to read it and yelling at me to give her more food.
Now, however, Velveteen, my editorial assistant, who usually sits on my desk and insists that I pet her when I am trying to write, is in bad shape. She showed up one morning, listless and unfocused. She’d been fine earlier in the day. The vet thinks that maybe she had a bad fall.
We’ve been nursing her on top of the stove – yes, very bizarre, but it is the one place where she is safe from the dog, Kona. Kona loves the cats, but loves them too much and is always trying to herd them. And the kitchen counters are high enough that Kona can’t get to the cats. Its’ a good thing I don’t have to cook three meals a day anymore, or we’d be in a jam.
We take such delight in our furry friends, and it is so painful when they are out of sorts, especially when you are faced with the dilemma of the cost of their care. But in the end, you do the best you can because of what they give you: unconditional love. And fur-balls. And poop to pick up.
But I digress. As for the house being turned into an animal hospital (last year it was Kona’s turn when she had to have knee surgery) truth be told, if I didn’t have these familiars to talk to and care for, I’d be feeling incredibly guilty for having parked my mother in a care home. She’s been going through a bad patch, and can you blame her? She’s living in a memory care facility, so her housemates are cranky old ladies like herself, most are suffering from Dementia and Alzheimer’s. Mom’s Parkinson’s symptoms are robbing her of physical functions, and most days, mentally she is still pretty sharp. But it’s hard to make new friends when they don’t even know who they are, let alone having enough brain function to remember you too.
And the beat goes on. I apologize for not posting more frequently, because along with the care giving, I’m making steady progress on my novel, and on my “Astrology for Writers” series, so watch this space for more installments. I love hearing from all of you, so where do you land on the care giving spectrum? Human or animal, it doesn’t matter. Thanks for stopping by and I look forward to catching up with you soon.
It’s great that Hyena is feeling normal again and I hope Velveteen gets well soon too. Your furry friends have such awesome names. Take your time with blogging. Real life and the book come first. I’m really looking forward to the astrology posts 🙂
I was not around to name the critters, that was done by David, my step-son and I love their names too. I’m working on graphics for the astrology posts as we speak. Thanks so much for stopping by.
Hey Kiddo, worry not.
The blogosphere is reasonably quiet with many peeps out of touch at the moment. I could never forget you.
These things never come in bite size pieces and the writing comes first!!!
Give your mom a hug from me.
Thanks, Christine, darling lassie of my heart. I’ll tell my mom that she has a “fan” in you and hugs all around.
Aw… We sure do hurt for our animals. I swear I’ve felt some of my dog’s ailments more than she has. Thank you for caring so much—for your mom and for furry friends. I hope you’re finding time and energy to tend to you in the meantime.
August, thanks for stopping by, and from one princess to another, I’m also finding “me” time to make sure I’m healthy enough to take care of my loved ones. It is bit of a shuffle.
Caring for pets is almost more stressful than caring for humans. Pets can’t tell you what’s wrong or where they hurt and all you can do is guess and give them what you think they need.
As far as aging parents, don’t even get me started. I’m tempted to put my dad in a home but apparently he’s too “with it” and “spry” for those types of facilities. Lucky me! I love him but my goodness he’s getting harder and harder to care for. What he needs is a muzzle and a leash, but people frown on that so I must let him wander at will with the right to free speech.
Good to see your blog post. Keep them coming when you can!
w/a Jansen Schmidt
it’s amazing how these tiny creatures can just break your heart when they are sicky. As for your dad, I don’t envy you and it’s a long, tough road ahead. I wish you love and lots and lots and lots of patience.
our fur babies are so important to us. I can’t imagine what your mom is going thru, but I can sympathize.
We just lost our beloved miniature schnauzer. To top that off my DH has been struggling with health issues for the last year plus. The financial cost of care giving is nothing compared to the emotional cost. I wish you continued strength & good health and patience and love as you care for the four-legged and two-legged loved ones in your family.
Oh poor furries!! Hope the rehab/healing goes well. And sorry your mom is going through a rough patch as well. No fun, probably for either of you.
Really looking forward to your astrology for writers series. I love that!
Wow, Rachel, good luck with Velveteen, and so sorry you’ve been having such trouble. I hope your mom will settle in, maybe find a mentally-functioning companion. Wasn’t she also doing garden therapy? I seem to remember something about that in an earlier post, but I’m not sure it was your mom.
Great idea putting the cat on the stove; then you don’t have to cook, LOL!
All the best,
Even tiny furries can steal our hearts. One of my gerbils had a stroke a couple weeks ago. I’ve had enough gerbils to know there’s really nothing we can do for them, but it was still sad to see him struggling to stay upright while he was eating! He finally gave it up Sunday, so his companion is very lonely. Hope your kitty pulls through!