Fun and Games

I found a fabulous site for amusing myself at home and at work when particularly bored. It helps to keep the brain from slipping into that numb place.

Discovery Channel

There are all sorts of fun Interactives , and Puzzles are my favorites.

I even went to the Kids site where there are even more things to keep the mind from stalling on a quiet day.

National Geographic is another very interesting place to visit. No games, but lots of lovely and amazing photography.

Make Me Alive

I dream that my voice is heard in the Secret Place, where I bare my face;
Come wash over me, Come wash over me, till I can't take any more.

My heart and my flesh cry out for You the Living God.
This is the prayer raging inside of me and I am not ashamed .
You light up my life Jesus !

Most people who know me know that I am not a 'cat person' though I make exceptions for my sisters , especially Big (the main man), Gabe , Cloud and Ashes.

I LOVE DOGS ! Especially little Shih-Zhu's .

Anyway, last week as I waited for a very long time once again at the vet's , a fellow came in with his big orange cat to get it's shots.

Well !!! let me tell you the pictures below do not due justice to the commotion that went on behind the closed door of the little examining room.

First of all there was a very loud YOWL!!!Then some crashing noises , voices in distress and a lot more Yowling.

Suddenly the owner comes rushing out holding his bleeding arm, looking frantically about ....
Then out runs the vet himself...don't know what he was looking frantically for.

Then along comes a young lady assistant with the big Cat Gloves on.
You should never try to give a needle to a cat without the Big Cat Gloves!

More crashing about.... they could not catch this poor terrified beast.





At the same time, a lady brought in her litter of puppies,(very smelly indeed).

Then there was the poor old Jack Russell who had been attacked by a German Shepherd. Riley was limping and bleeding and shaking....and his owner was complaining that the owner of the attacking dog would be paying the bill. Yea right !

The owner of Tuffy the other Jack Russell I mentioned in a previous post, was there again, and looked very distressed as the Vet. Secretary told him they would need another 500.00 just to keep treating poor Tuffy for his kidney problems.

It seems to me that becoming a vet would be a very lucrative business in these days, when we pet lovers will go to great lengths to maintain the health and well being of our beloved pets.

I think the Lord wouldn't mind if we prayed for healing first .... Zoey needs eye surgery to correct something called Entropion of the eyelid .

Entropion is inward turning of the lower eyelid, resulting in the eyelashes directing towards the surface of the eye, causing discomfort. The skin of the eyelid and the eyelashes may rub against the cornea (front part of the eye) and the conjunctiva (the white mucous membrane that protects the surface of the eye). Rubbing of the eyelid skin and lashes against the eye can result in excess tearing, crusting of the eyelid, mucous discharge, foreign body sensation, irritation of the cornea and impaired vision from keratitis.

It seems very necessary, so I just may have to get myself another job to pay these vet bills. Lord have mercy !

It's Friday

T.G.I.F...and we are once again off to the vets.

My frisky little puppy was recovering so nicely from her surgery of two weeks ago, when yesterday I noticed a large blood filled lump on her tummy, thus precipitating another visit to Cavan Veterinary Clinic today. While I was at work Zoey worked on her wound and to my horror she had worked away at that bump and made a hole right through to the stitch underneath. Yuk!

So now she has to wear her new 'collar' and I have to take her back every two days for infection control. He did not want to stitch it up. I suggested that super glue stuff that is so popular today with humans , but he did not agree. Poor Zoe!


Puppies are resilient and once she discovered that I was bribing her with shaved roast beef to sneak her antibiotic in , things didn't seem so bad for awhile.


Most pet lovers know that vet visits are not only costly, but usually we end up having to wait , just like in a regular doctors office.

Tonight was no different except my experience was amazing.

When I arrived, there was a lady standing at the counter paying her bill and weeping. In the crate at her feet was her departed pet. My heart went out to her and so I touched her and told her I was sorry for her loss. That's ok she said, thanks. No.. I responded softly, it's not ok, I know what it's like.

Then there was a lady named Sandy holding her beautiful white cat while he had an intravenous line going into his leg. We were having a nice chat when in came some folks with Trillium a lovely golden lab.

Trillium had been playing with a stick a few days ago and ate some which left her with some kind of splinter in her somewhere that was making her throw up a lot . Trillium looked like she had been having just that kind of day.

(Here I just had to tell folks about a dog I know named Oliver(Maggie's friend) who has been known to ingest panty hose, bounce fabric softener and enough chocolate at Christmas a year ago and his subsequent vet encounter that in no way hindered his Christmas dinner.)

The fellow that broke my heart was a funny looking dog named Pete. He was 14 years old and was having a rough time. He had such a sad look on his face.
Before I even overheard the conversation at the counter, I knew Pete was here for the dreaded euthanasia. Pete was going to the Rainbow bridge.
I am sure he knew too you could just tell by his eyes, the way he looked at me.
Flash back to my last moments with my Sam.
As his owner took him to a private room to spend some alone time , tears were impossible to hold back.

Then there was Tuffy a five year old Jack Russel with his intravenous in his leg because his kidneys were not functioning properly, being comforted by his owner. Most of these owners were men. I can only imagine families at home grieving their beloved pet while dad had to do the deed.

I have come to the conclusion that pet lovers/ owners are very peculiar people. There is a special feeling when one can sit and talk with another pet owner, not even knowing their name and feel a bond of compassion beyond words empathizing with them and their animal.

There was the parenting season when this was true for me when raising my children. Again as a caregiver in serving and loving the elderly.

The thing about loving my pet is it's totally selfish. My pet likes this too and thinks it's all about her, which it is really as well.

Actually it's just for my own well being and satisfaction that I will spend my wages on dog food, puppy treats and medicine ;
pick up a lot of doggy doo doo during our life together;
laugh with delight as she takes off with my slippers just to smell my scent.

The hours of love and cuddles that are innocent and delicious and the many car outings and adventures. There is also the criticism from some who don't understand us and our affections for all things furry and sweet.

Then after many more years of unconditional love and companionship, I will once again know the sorrow of losing another great friend. It's all part of the journey.

I am sure that the folks I encountered tonight at the vet's would feel the same. We are a strange and wonderful breed ourselves and for that I am very grateful to the Lord.