Recuperating …

Raven’s spay/dental went well and she came home yesterday afternoon. Aside from a little loose poop this morning, she seems to be feeling fairly well, though she’s much more subdued than normal. She DOES want to eat – that’s always a good thing. She’s not happy that she’s spending time on leash in the house, but I’m afraid she’ll try to jump up on something if I let her loose. And she’s not at ALL happy about the stockinette they put on her to keep her from messing with the incision. She’s already been nibbling on one of the “armholes”, so she may end up in a cone before long.

She probably won’t be happy about that either.

Here’s a cute picture I took of her the day before she was spayed – it will be a while before the long hair they shaved grows back!

Raven, August 2009

Why it matters to me …

bryce-smileI have to admit, I was disappointed this past weekend that Bryce and I didn’t make more progress in our Regular or Chances classes. This prompted comments from people about how fortunate I was just to be still running with Bryce.

Don’t get me wrong – I know that it is a blessing and am very thankful for each and every opportunity I have to run with him. Heck – I count myself lucky each morning that I wake up and am greeted by his wagging tail and smiling face!

So why do I still care about goals?

I don’t trial as often as many people, so while my dogs may have the potential and the training to finish advanced titles and championships, they don’t do so at an early age.

Bryce was stricken with cancer at the very peak of his career. A lot of things were right within our reach, then the rug was pulled out from underneath our feet. We were robbed. We were cheated. We worked hard for years and years and now Big Bad Cancer was trying to take it all away from my little boy.

Each time we run, each time we qualify, each time we get a title, it’s one more thing that bastard cancer hasn’t managed to take from us.

Stubborn ass that I am, I just don’t want to let the bastard win!

Happy Birthday, Jayda!

Today is Jayda’s 5th birthday! How time flies – it seems just yesterday she was a little … well, not that Jayda was ever really “little” (she was a huge singleton who had to be surgically extracted), but you know what I mean…

Here’s how she looked when I first met her:
Jayda as a puppy

Jayda has come a long way in the last couple of years, especially in agility – from a dog who used to leave the ring and hide in tunnels, to a becoming very consistent all-around agility partner with an impressive Q rate.

jayda

Jay, if there was one thing I wish I could give you for your birthday it would be a big dose of self confidence! You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re sweet and you’re so very talented. In short, you’re WONDERFUL! I absolutely adore you, and will never give up on trying to convince you to believe in yourself as much as I believe in you!

Happy Birthday, my big, beautiful girl!

My Sweet Jasmine

March (?) 1993 – April 7, 2009

jasmine

Almost 15 years ago, I went to the pet food store on some long-forgotten errand and came home with a cat.

It was shelter adoption day at the store, but that wasn’t on my agenda. She wasn’t the first one that caught my eye, but she was the one that held it. When I first saw her, she was in a cage by herself – this beautiful little orange-eyed orange kitty. They had her stacked on top of a cage full of young kittens and she was wistfully watching them play with some toys through the bottom of her cage. She was barely more than a kitten herself but nobody’d thought to give her a toy. She wanted one so badly …

The next thing I knew I was signing the papers and questioning my sanity.

The shelter people didn’t know how she was with dogs – or if she’d ever even seen a dog before. Just after I handed over my $20 and finalized the transaction, in walked a customer with … a sheltie! Sheltie innocently put his nose near the cardboard carrier containing my brand new kitty … kitty went hissy-ballistic and nearly clawed her way of the carrier! Oooo-kay – answered THAT question!

But a promise is a promise so nevertheless moments later I found myself putting her in my car, all the way home berating myself for being such an impulsive idiot, certain I was introducing a major source of strife into my household and consigning us all to 13-odd years of Hell …

Within an hour of letting her out in my house, I knew she was where she belonged. Rescuing Jasmine was the most wonderful, demented-impulsive thing I’ve ever done in my life.

Jasmine

She gave us all so much joy over the years, making friends with everyone (even Kacey!). I loved watching her sleep with and play with the dogs – first Tiffy and Sally:

Tiffy and Jasmine

Jasmine and Sally

… and later with Bryce, Jayda and Raven.

Jas and Jayda

Jayda and Jasmine

As you can see, once she got used to the idea she really LIKED dogs!

And how Jasmine loved to snuggle! Like a hot water bottle like feet, she was always in my lap or curled up beside me – or if I wasn’t available, she’d snuggle with Kacey or one of the dogs (if they’d have her!) I always loved sleeping in with her curled up under my chin – lulled to sleep by her mesmerizing purr.

Jasmine and Kacey

There was also her fun-loving sense of humor. The girl just LOVED to play, and she remained playful right up until her last few months (when that awful tumor started taking over her mouth) – chasing toys (the dogs’ tennis balls were a favorite), wrestling with my shoes and my head, making “crazy cat” runs through the house or up the scratch post, playing “beast in a blanket”, doing death-defying leaps across several feet of open space from one piece of furniture to another …and knocking all my pens on the floor. How she loved to play with pens! She’d eyeball them with this mischievious little “look” on her face and send them flying.

Now I’ll always be able to find a pen… but I’ll miss her very, very much.

jas-by-desk

Note: The best pictures I have of Jasmine are of her sleeping – not because she was a lazy cat by any means, but because she LOATHED having her picture taken! At the first hint of any camera noises she would very sweetly swear at me in Cat and leave.

Two Celebrations

Today is Bryce’s 10 1/2 birthday. I usually don’t commemorate half birthdays until my dogs are 12 or 13, but under the circumstances I felt it was appropriate to mark the occasion.

Today is also day #9 for Bryce on chemo, and so far so good. His first bloodwork is scheduled for Wednesday. I won’t breathe easy until after the bloodwork comes back … maybe not until his dosage gets reduced … but things seem to be going well with (knock on wood) no apparent side effects so far! When I last spoke to his oncologist she told me that if they’re going to have reactions to the drug it “usually shows up before this” – that was Thursday.

When I started the chemo “not making him sick” was my first concern, but “having it do some good” was of course a close second, and it will be at least Thursday before we know that. Keep the good thoughts coming!

The other cause for celebration? Friday was the one year anniversary of the day Raven came to live with us! And even if I’d known about all the other things that were to throw my life for a loop last year, I’d do it all over again. She’s a delightful little munchkin and we all adore her :) !

New Years 2009

Happy New Year, 2009 –
New Years, 2009

Of the cats, only Kacey wanted to pose …

Kacey - new years, 2009

“I’m on the kitchen windowsill.
No I’m not really supposed to be here.
Do I look like I care?”

2008 was a rough one – whether 2009 will be an improvement remains to be seen but, like our new President elect, it sure has inherited a lot of s*** from the one that preceded it!

Poor little Jasi made it through the holidays but I don’t know how much longer the dear girl is going to be around. She’s terribly thin – she wants to eat and she tries to eat, but that horrid growth in her mouth is making it increasingly difficult for her to do so :(.

My heating system has been out of whack since around Christmas – I’m on my 3rd call to try to get it resolved. The bedroom and bathroom are nice and toasty, but the huge radiator in my living room isn’t getting as hot as it should so the rest of my house is freezing!

Bryce is doing well – after procrastinating through the holidays I’m planning to take a deep breath and start his chemo tomorrow. It’s scary but the longer I wait the more it’s possible that the Prednisone he’s on will make the disease drug resistant, in which case the chemo won’t even work. First sign of trouble he’s going off it – fingers crossed that won’t happen. I will be on edge and watching him like a hawk the entire first 2 weeks – please send good thoughts our way!