Saturday, August 05, 2017

Lonely, Quiet House

Three weeks ago, we lost our baby:  Lily.  She had just celebrated her 8th birthday on Tuesday, July 11th.

She was perfectly fine on Friday, but then Saturday started acting all down in the dumps and her tail was drooping.  After Ron & she took a nap, she stopped walking, eating, drinking.  She didn't seem to be present, like she didn't know or care where she was.

We took her to an emergency vet, and they thought she had a neurological issue.  Lily did start walking around a bit, but her gait was off.  So this vet suggested we take her to the Emergency Veterinarian Hospital.

Once there, they took blood and ran some gasses.  Turns out she was in acute liver failure.  She had a blockage, and the ammonia in her system had built up to the point it had destroyed her liver.  I didn't understand what the vet was telling us, at first.  She kept talking about putting Lily on IV's to try to flush her system, but she said it was guarded and most likely her liver was beyond repair.  And it would cost $3,500 - $5,000.

The other option would be to put her to sleep.

Huh?  I just couldn't compute that.  I was sure we would be able to get some medicine and take her home to try to treat her at home.

Eventually it sunk in and the tears started and wouldn't stop.

They let us have some time with her, and we put her on the floor to see if she could walk.  She just kept curled up scooting around in a circle, like she was blind or crippled.  It was heart breaking.

Ron didn't want to let her die at home, because the vet said she would start to have seizures and they wouldn't be pretty.  I didn't care.  I wanted her there, with me.

But I let him overrule and we put her to sleep.  He couldn't bear to stay in the room, but I couldn't bear to leave her alone.  It didn't take long, and the vet explained the shots they gave her, while I held her wrapped in my arms.  When she passed, I let out a long loud scream.

We haven't been without a pet since Kelly was 5, if you count her hamsters and Hoss.  We haven't been without a dog in more than 10 years.

I had been thinking about getting another one, so we wouldn't be alone when Lily passed.  But of course, without a job, it's hard to afford an expensive Bichon.

Between the difficulties in finding a job, and the loss of our Lily, I've been very depressed.  I am going to the fitness center every day, to 1) not only get in shape; but 2) hoping that the activity and adrenalin will help my mental state.



Friday, April 22, 2016

2016 and the Angel of Death


Why does it seem like so many actors/actresses and musicians have died this year?

 

It started with a bang with Lemmy from Motorhead, continued through David Bowie & Alan Rickman in the same week, Abe Vigoda, Umberto Eco, Glen Frey, Harper Lee, Joey Feek, Bud Collins, Joe Garagiola, Ken Howard, Garry Shandling, Patty Duke, Doris Roberts, and now Prince.  As well as many, many more from literature, music, sports, tv and movies.

 

So far there have more than 30 celebrity deaths.  Is that unusual?  Apparently not.  During the first three months of 2016 there were 24 celebrity deaths.  In 2015 the first three months there were 21.  In 2008, there were 25.  There have been many more level B celebrities (like Big Ang & Chyna & Vanity), but I’m talking about those that were more iconic and transformative.

 

What does make it unusual is the number of celebrities under the age of 70 that have been dying this year.  To be 69, British, and have cancer is apparently not a good thing this year.

 

What’s also noticeable is that most of these icons were major stars during the youth of the Baby Boomers and the “lost” generation between the Baby Boomers and the Gen X’ers.  We grew up watching ‘Remington Steele”, “The Patty Duke Show”, or “White Shadow”.  We grew up listening to ‘Hotel California’, ‘Major Tom’, or ‘Little Red Corvette’.  We grew up reading ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, or ‘Prince of Tides’ or ‘The Name of the Rose’.  We grew up watching & listening to Bud Collins & Joe Garagiola, and watching / rooting for or against Milt Pappas &Tony Phillips.

 

I guess this is what aging does.  You start to see your favorite ____________ (fill in the blank) pass on – whether due to illness, accident, suicide or unhealthy lifestyle choices.  It begins to hit home that we aren’t immortal – even though we knew it.

 

It struck me after Glen Frey passed (which was a bigger loss to me personally, than Prince or Bowie) that I’m in the autumn of my years – as Frankie would sing.  Yes, I’m in pretty good health – weight notwithstanding – but my mother died at 53, my grandmother at 54, and my grt-grandmother at 53.  I’ll be 53 next year.

 

Here’s hoping The Angel of Death takes a break for a while this year, and leaves Betty White, Queen Eliabeth II, and David Soul alone for many years.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Photography Project - Day 24

R is for...


Relax, Reflect, Rewind.




My favorite picture of all time.

I took this picture some years ago of Mobile (AL) Bay.  I've always loved taking pictures, but it was this picture that made me realize how much I was interested in the composition and subject matters in photography.

But...I've saved the best for last!  You'll have to wait until Wednesday for me to unwrap that letter.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Photography Project - Day 24

I is for...


Isolation


 
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Let me tell you, this was the hardest letter for me.  Even harder than X and Q.
 
This is on a mountainside in Virginia.  We had stopped to take Lily potty and I was standing on an embankment at the side of the highway, when I saw this little cabin all by itself.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Monday, November 09, 2015

Photography Project - Day 21

Q is for...


Quaint





This is a 1790 middle class cottage, based in the mid-Atlantic states.  It is currently on the property of the 1769 Joel Lane House, seen below.