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Kitten News, and a Service Dog.
14 years ago
The boy kitty survived, miraculously. It was, thankfully, just a stomach-bug, and he recovered in 24-hours. However, I did manage to get bloodwork done, and one of the kittens (the girl I've kept) has Kidney Disease. The prognosis isn't great, but we're working through it. The biggest issue is her inability to put on weight. I have tried everything I can think of to put pounds on her, but nothing sticks. At eight weeks, she's still only a pound.
Everyone else, including the mother, went to new forever homes.
So I'm down to my little girl, Rogue-- and my other Special Needs cat, Bo(I call him my Derpface a lot, because he's missing a chunk of his lower-jaw and his tongue just hangs there).
Now, to other news. I have qualified for a Service Dog, and will be choosing a puppy on Weds. I could have selected any breed, but eventually settled on a Borzoi. The breeder locally often donates her pet-quality dogs to the Service programs, so when I spoke with her, she was amazingly helpful and genuinely happy to meet me, and has put an entire litter on hold until I pick one out of them. I have to pay full-price for the dog, but once registered, the state will reimburse me for the purchase. Kind of a neat system. Mary sent me pictures of each puppy in the litter, and I feel a huge pull to two. One brindle female, and a golden male. The male would be my first choice, but I'm so terrified I won't be able to bond with them. Since the loss of my Jonah, I've had a hard time with dogs.
No other dog is my JoJo. No other dog seems as good, or as loving, or as special as he was. I used to jokingly refer to Jonah as my fuzzy-soulmate. But, in all reality, he really was. That dog, after my car accident, helped me to walk again. He saved me from a mugging, twice, and was the light of my life through so many hard and terrible years. When he passed, it felt like something just shutdown in me. I've tried one another dog after him, about a year later. But it just didn't work, and he was rehomed.
I'm terrified that I'll get this puppy, and we won't even be able to complete the Service Training, because we won't mesh. Or that it's me, that I've lost my ability to connect with dogs. I love them. I attract them like a magnet. And maybe the fear is irrational-- but it's an anxiety so deep I'm trembling each time I dwell on it.
Everyone else, including the mother, went to new forever homes.
So I'm down to my little girl, Rogue-- and my other Special Needs cat, Bo(I call him my Derpface a lot, because he's missing a chunk of his lower-jaw and his tongue just hangs there).
Now, to other news. I have qualified for a Service Dog, and will be choosing a puppy on Weds. I could have selected any breed, but eventually settled on a Borzoi. The breeder locally often donates her pet-quality dogs to the Service programs, so when I spoke with her, she was amazingly helpful and genuinely happy to meet me, and has put an entire litter on hold until I pick one out of them. I have to pay full-price for the dog, but once registered, the state will reimburse me for the purchase. Kind of a neat system. Mary sent me pictures of each puppy in the litter, and I feel a huge pull to two. One brindle female, and a golden male. The male would be my first choice, but I'm so terrified I won't be able to bond with them. Since the loss of my Jonah, I've had a hard time with dogs.
No other dog is my JoJo. No other dog seems as good, or as loving, or as special as he was. I used to jokingly refer to Jonah as my fuzzy-soulmate. But, in all reality, he really was. That dog, after my car accident, helped me to walk again. He saved me from a mugging, twice, and was the light of my life through so many hard and terrible years. When he passed, it felt like something just shutdown in me. I've tried one another dog after him, about a year later. But it just didn't work, and he was rehomed.
I'm terrified that I'll get this puppy, and we won't even be able to complete the Service Training, because we won't mesh. Or that it's me, that I've lost my ability to connect with dogs. I love them. I attract them like a magnet. And maybe the fear is irrational-- but it's an anxiety so deep I'm trembling each time I dwell on it.
