Nope, sorry, crocheted! It was a baby blanket for my niece, but my sister never used it when she was a baby because she didn’t want to mess it up. So, it’s still pristine, though possibly there are a few cat hairs embedded in the knots. Good thing they are a cat family also!
I wish I had a photo of the finished blanket, but I am apparently not smart enough to have take one. Just the one with Shorty helping. At least 85% of my photos are of cats, or plants.
Really lovely!
Mina is out of the cast and cone. She still has a 3-inch gash that looks like a raw steak. I thought it would look more like a surgery wound, but it doesn’t. She’s using it more, and even used her paw to grab my hand to keep me petting her.
Yay! Good girl, Mina! You’re a good dog, yes you are.
All Cats are Beautiful.
Good doggo
Very good doggo!
Well…
Luke’s right hind leg is not functioning properly. He can stand, but not well, and the basement stairs are no longer an option for him (though my son and I have carried him up and down to his litter box, we can’t do it forever). He turned 19 on June 11, 2020. This may be his last summer.
And the 23rd is the 4th anniversary of my mom’s death. SIGH.
I’m sorry to hear about Luke. Wow, 19 is something.
Sorry to hear about the anniversary, too. Those days can be hard.
Dyson’s 18 3/4, now and definitely frail. He’s lost a lot of weight. He still walks around, a bit unsteadily though, and still eats.
FWIW, I’m going to give the advice that everyone gave me, and I just couldn’t follow it for the longest time, and then when I finally did I realized how right they all were: there comes a point where you’re keeping your pet alive for YOU, not for them. They are in pain, and confused and scared, and they’re ready to go. You have to let them go, and not leave them in that state just so that they’re still with you.
I hope that point of no return doesn’t come for some time yet!
Yeah, we are faced with that situation. It’s so hard to know what cats are feeling. Are they still eating? Going up and down stairs? Asking for affection?
With Ally we knew right away; she’d had a stroke and her back legs were paralyzed. Recovery rate was 6%, so we had to let her go.
I can’t afford to have Luke euthanized, much less take him to the vet.
They might have a program to help with the cost. It’s worth calling and asking.
Well, time for good news/bad news:
The good news: A friend on FB, his cat Fidget was going through the same thing as Luke at the same time, and it turned out to be a flea infestation, and she’d lost some blood. After not kicking myself TOO MUCH for allowing one to happen to Luke (we do find them on him), I covered him with diatomaceous earth - and he got up and walked around on his own! He’s still unbalanced, but it’s a start. He’s also been keeping hydrated, but still not eating (he licked a cat-food can lid, though).
The bad news: Fidget died this afternoon. Not only did she have fleas, she was overweight and 18.75 years old.
Glad to hear Luke is better, but let your friend know she has people (who don’t know her) thinking about her.
Yesterday we thought we’d have to say goodbye to Dyson (also 18.75 years, almost exactly!); he was throwing up a lot (a sign of final stage kidney disease; his kidneys definitely have problems). But he rallied and is still eating. We think a cat treat we gave him may have caused all the vomiting.
He. That’s okay, though. In process of doing so now. You’re a real mensch!
Awww
I forget to use “they” a lot . . .
Luke is dead. He had a convulsion then died next to me on my bed, about 15? minutes ago? 10? Time means nothing lately.
Oh, I’m so sorry.
