Update 28 Oct 13: Teddy Bear is bad. I’ve made an appointment with the vet for 8:45 tomorrow to have him put to sleep. The least I can do for one who’s been so loyal and faithful since he joined the pack and the family. He will get his own memorial page, but it will be a bit, as I have to recover from what I’m about to do. (God please forgive me!)
Update 8 Oct 13: Teddy Bear isn’t doing so well. He’s going deaf, and last night stopped breathing on me. My reaction was to re-start his breathing, which I did, but immediately realized I should’ve left him alone to go meet his partner in crime, smile, my child, Samson. Needless to say, he had a very rough night (as did I). I’m sure it won’t be long now. I just hope he’s too far ‘gone’ because I’m afraid I’ll do the same thing again, given the same circumstance.
We’ve had Teddy from ‘birth’. He’s 10 years old and he was diagnosed with lymphoma February 2013. Our vet advised against aggressive treatment, so he has a cocktail of steroids, pain pills, and nausea meds to help him through the day. He’s the wanna be 1/2 Jack Russell, 1/2 Fiest – I told you his momma was steppin’ out on his daddy. LOL He’s a very humble and loving dog and can accurately predict when my sister or I will have a migraine. I’m not sure what we are going to do without him.
Finally, a picture, as she’s an illusive little thing. She is Teddy’s ‘full sister’ from a different liter and we’ve had her since ‘birth’ as well. She’s 9 years old, and she’s supposed to be 1/2 Jack Russell|1/2 Fiest. You never know she’s on the place until something or someone who isn’t supposed to be there shows up. She will get your attention and fast with her little barking.
Peek-A-Boo Ravencraft [November 2008 – present]
I found Peek in a home center parking lot under a car. I pulled her out, took her home to my sister and said “Merry Christmas”! The best gift I could’ve ever given her. She’s a nasty thing when she doesn’t want to be touched. She brings in all sorts of critters from the yarn and is so proud to show us. We’ve rescued more squirrels, mice, rats, FROGS, GEICOS, crickets, you name it. The child is always bringing us something!
Molly went to be with her brothers and sister. She had become sick over the last few months and was being systematically treated for vomiting and diarrhea. I took her back to the vet (she’d been in a week ago to the date for the same issues) as she was just getting worse. My vet called me and said “it was ok to stop, she was in a lot of pain” – not something anyone wants to hear. She was cared for, loved beyond belief, and was our heart and soul. She loved and protected her pack. She was my Tigger, I swear she had springs in her back legs, smile. And in end the end I, her pack leader, laid her in my lap, she kissed me and I kissed her back, my vet covered us with a binkie (she loved to be covered up). She snuggled into the same place she always did in my lap, whimpered once and left us. I sent her off with instructions to tell everyone we love them, but we all know that doesn’t happen. No pain in Heaven remember, therefore, no messages because it would cause great pain to our loved ones who have gone on before us. Sigh.
Molly is another rescue. Her Nanna is the same person as Maebelle’s. She is a rescue as well. Her first parents were mean and her Daddy used to kick her against the wall. Needless to say, a cop stopped it, rescued her and she found her way to us. She is a Chiweenie; half weenie, half chihuahua. She is a go getter, but she runs backwards when whatever she’s after runs toward her; hence, the ‘middle name’ Mouse. She is the baby of the pack and she thinks everyone, regardless of how old they are, should play with her. She loves to sit ‘on’ you and growls when you try to move. She is the best snuggler in the pack. She doesn’t like new people and will bark until she feels safe. There’s absolutely nothing one can do to make her stop barking, we’ve tried it all, so we live with it, her, the barking, smile.
Dew Drop [2009 – present]
My sister found her in the ditch one morning, she was all of 6, maybe 7 weeks old, and was soaking wet from the morning’s dew; hence the name, Dew Drop.
She bonded with my daddy and he has her so mean. You touch her and she bites. I call her Cat-Dog because she follows my dad around like a dog, inside, outside, anywhere he goes, there’s Cat-Dog. You can sneak in a few pats if she’s asleep, but only if she’s really asleep.
Lady Gigi [~April 2016 – present]
I would like to introduce you to our third cat and second tortie, “Lady Gigi”.
Thursday night on October 13 (2016), I heard a noise on my front porch. I jumped up and was getting ready to fuss at Miss Bubbles (she has a habit of going out back and coming around to the front door and knocks to come in). When I yanked open the door, there was this kitty. She had been jumping up and down to get anything she could find out of our trash on the front porch. I quickly shut the door and told my momma it wasn’t Bubbles, it was a kitten. I eased the door open, walked outside and called her to me. Initially, she ran. I then eased back and she ran straight to me.