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jenepherreChristmas at my sister's was great. Little Scotty loves his Auntie Jen and it got to the point where my sister would hand him to me when he started crying. Of course that's mainly because if she's holding him but not feeding him, he cries. I don't have that mommy-smell, so I guess he can actually get his mind off food for a minute when I hold him. I even - good auntie that I am - changed a dirty diaper. Both of my other nephews were circumcised before they went home from the hospital, but Scotty is being done in the clinic next week, so he looks different down there. LOL Requires a bit more cleaning than the other boys did at this age. But hey - he didn't pee on me, so it's all good.
I got lots of cool stuff for Christmas, and we've only had half of our Christmas so far. Just the parents and sister. Both of my brothers had to be elsewhere this year, but are coming next week, when we'll have a second Christmas. And huge thanks and hugs to all my friends for their Christmas prezzies too - be they material or emotional. It might take me a while to write all of you personally and thank you though.
As usual, the Fates won't allow me to be happy for very long. When we got home from my sister's last night (Christmas night, that is), our 15 year old poodle, Misha, was doing even worse. She's been going downhill for a while now - kidney failure, arthritis, hearing loss, etc. But she was showing signs of having had a small stroke while we were at my sister's. Weakness on one side, tremors, inability to eat on her own... I finally cuddled her in bed with me and we slept a little bit during the night. Not a lot, because of the tremors and obvious anxiety she was having, but some. She did seem to be comforted by my presence. We hoped she'd be a little better in the morning, but it wasn't to be. The vet had us come in at the end of the day - these things are difficult for her too - and we talked it all out and - though she left the decision up to us - she agreed it was probably time. I love our vet. She is the sweetest, most kindhearted person. Since Misha was still having tremors, she gave her a mild sedative to relax her, and then when we were ready, gave her an overdose of pentobarbital - a sedative/hypnotic drug mainly used for anesthesia. With my pharmacy background (I was a pharmacy technician for 10 years), I know enough about the drug to know she died the easiest and fastest way possible - and had no pain at all. And my Dad and I were able to be with her to comfort her. It was the best thing we could have done for her. Once the pentobarb was injected, her heart stopped within a minute or two. Just like going under anesthesia and never coming out of it. But with the sedative beforehand, she was prepared for it. We should all be so lucky to die that way.
This little poodle - technically a toy, but actually the size of a miniature - used to be able to jump in the air to where her head was almost level with my Dad's shoulder. Dad is 6' 6" tall. She'd jump like that when she was happy or excited. I'm picturing her in animal heaven happy and being able to jump up high again.
We won't get another dog. My parents don't want one, and I can't take care of one myself. And I'm really into birds now - I have one budgie (parakeet), Kiley, and hope to get another or maybe a cockatiel. But Misha was the last dog.
I miss you, puppy.
I got lots of cool stuff for Christmas, and we've only had half of our Christmas so far. Just the parents and sister. Both of my brothers had to be elsewhere this year, but are coming next week, when we'll have a second Christmas. And huge thanks and hugs to all my friends for their Christmas prezzies too - be they material or emotional. It might take me a while to write all of you personally and thank you though.
As usual, the Fates won't allow me to be happy for very long. When we got home from my sister's last night (Christmas night, that is), our 15 year old poodle, Misha, was doing even worse. She's been going downhill for a while now - kidney failure, arthritis, hearing loss, etc. But she was showing signs of having had a small stroke while we were at my sister's. Weakness on one side, tremors, inability to eat on her own... I finally cuddled her in bed with me and we slept a little bit during the night. Not a lot, because of the tremors and obvious anxiety she was having, but some. She did seem to be comforted by my presence. We hoped she'd be a little better in the morning, but it wasn't to be. The vet had us come in at the end of the day - these things are difficult for her too - and we talked it all out and - though she left the decision up to us - she agreed it was probably time. I love our vet. She is the sweetest, most kindhearted person. Since Misha was still having tremors, she gave her a mild sedative to relax her, and then when we were ready, gave her an overdose of pentobarbital - a sedative/hypnotic drug mainly used for anesthesia. With my pharmacy background (I was a pharmacy technician for 10 years), I know enough about the drug to know she died the easiest and fastest way possible - and had no pain at all. And my Dad and I were able to be with her to comfort her. It was the best thing we could have done for her. Once the pentobarb was injected, her heart stopped within a minute or two. Just like going under anesthesia and never coming out of it. But with the sedative beforehand, she was prepared for it. We should all be so lucky to die that way.
This little poodle - technically a toy, but actually the size of a miniature - used to be able to jump in the air to where her head was almost level with my Dad's shoulder. Dad is 6' 6" tall. She'd jump like that when she was happy or excited. I'm picturing her in animal heaven happy and being able to jump up high again.
We won't get another dog. My parents don't want one, and I can't take care of one myself. And I'm really into birds now - I have one budgie (parakeet), Kiley, and hope to get another or maybe a cockatiel. But Misha was the last dog.
I miss you, puppy.
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Date: Saturday, December 27th, 2003 04:37 am (UTC)Sorry love
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Date: Saturday, December 27th, 2003 10:02 am (UTC)Rainbow Bridge
Date: Saturday, December 27th, 2003 02:59 pm (UTC)Did't you ever wonder what the Gunmen would be if they were animals? Langly would be a ferret, Frohike is a mole and Byers is a bunny. Isn't he a bunny? He's the bunniest motherfucker going, I know it.
OK, are you smiling? Job done. Love ya, sweetie, take care of yourself.
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Date: Sunday, December 28th, 2003 10:55 pm (UTC)*hugs*