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Pets

New Kittens!

Regular readers will do a double-take when they see our new furbabies!

A week ago they arrived at our house courtesy of a friend that rescued them from feral living.  After some adjustment, they’ve become quite at home here with us.  Panda was rather accepting from the beginning, but Raven still has to be won over completely.  She will tolerate them up to a distance of about 2 feet, but any closer = hissy-fit time.

It’s so ironic that the cats look alike – it was fate!

Remi 11-14-2015

Mr. Remi(ington)

Ella 11-14-2015b

Miss Ella

Panda

Panda

Raven

Raven

feeding kittens 1a

Who needs a dog when you have two growing kittens in the house?! Max has already learned to feed them off his tray – and has a grand time doing it.

National Cat Day

Someone posted on Facebook that it’s National Cat Day.

Around here, every day is Cat Day!  LOL    *meow*

Happy 14th Birthday to our Paleo Kitties!

Happiest 14th Birthday to our fluffy furbabies!
Panda & Raven enjoyed a Paleo Kitty breakfast of pastured raw egg yolks and raw chicken liver with a bit of their usual grain-free kibble/Stella & Chewy’s mix.  Happy Kitties!

Birthday Girls 14b

 

Goodbye Sweet Fur-Baby

Yesterday we said Goodbye to our sweet dog Delenn.  She was nearly 15 years old.
Saying goodbye to a loved one is one of the hardest things to do.  We are grateful for the house call service that allowed us to love and comfort her at home.

We miss her so much already.  The house is too quiet.

My husband composed and posted this Facebook Tribute to her the day before she passed:

Photo: Dad,   I am tired, very tired.   It is time for me to go find Hazel and to say goodbye.   Although I will miss you, Mom and The Boy, I am old,  very old.     I am a shadow of myself, I am hollow and sometimes I forget who I am, I fear I will soon be lost if I do not leave.  </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is getting dark - I cannot see.  - Branches surprise me.  In the dark I walk into things.   I cannot catch any food thrown my way.    </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is silent,  I cannot hear as I once did.  I do not even know when you come home to greet you.  The delivery man comes and goes without him receiving one bark. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is shrinking,  I hurt during our walks beyone our block, climbing up and down the stairs is a chore.  I slip everyonce and while and drag my feet.  I do not even remember which gun we go hunting with anymore.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is loosing its shine, my tail does not wag, my bones hurt and I cannot stretch nor jump.   The lumps that started appearing a few months ago are growing, I am getting sicker. I have accidents and feel horrible I am letting you down.    </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>The world is not fair or unfair it just is.   I am sorry I destroyed your Nike sandles, but they were good and looked like a toy.    I am sorry for running away from Dave Engstrom Ellie Gonzalez , he chased me for two hours.   I do miss the lake and being a dock dog, chasing the chuck-it thrown balls.   I miss our walks and jumping at snowballs.  Lastly,  I should tell you when you thought I dislocated my hip and carried me out of the woods for two miles on your shoulders, truth be told I was just tired and wanted to be carried.  You were also getting fat.     </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>I am working on this poem - I will not have time to finish it.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p> My wag is gone, I am no longer strong. Through this family's sorrows and pain, I became tame.   Our agreement from the start was for me to protect my family with all my heart. We agreed to have The Boy, to throw my favorite toy. But my wag is gone, I am no longer strong.   I cannot play, without hurting the rest of the day.     I have tried to be brave, but my time is through.  Let me go to rest, and then see Hazel with zezt.  My wag is gone, I am no longer strong.      </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>You choose my name Delenn from a TV series, a series you just watched  again. Delenn was a great name but I realized watching it with you Delenn never died.  To you she will live forever, Dad all things die, and I cannot go on like I am, you need to let me go. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Tell the Boy the recess bell is ringing for me, he will understand it is time to go.   I cannot play ball anymore, I cannot turn or twist.   I struggle to breath.   Tell him that I always loved the game kiss the baby.  And he cannot throw anymore food onto the floor he doesn't want to eat.  I hope  I taught him to be a dog person, I am definately a Boy person.   </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Tell Mom Pamela Van Eyck Prinkkila, I love her.  If it wasn't for her care I would have been lost long ago.   I have always comforted her when she was sick please love her more now. She has a lot going on with the baby.       </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>To you Dad,    I know you vowed after Hazel to never have another dog.  Loosing Hazel was the one of the worst days in your life, it took a part of your soul that took you years for you to find.   Tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone- do not loose your soul again since you will not have a retriever to find it.      Always remember we had 14 years together - a wonderful 14 years where my tail did wag.  I did leave our ball outside for you, maybe one day you will want to throw it again for another dog.   I hope you do because you love all dogs, try to measure this pain against the joy we had together. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Do not worry about me, I am going to find Hazel and together we will wait for you.   We will meet at the place where no shadows fall, I will be by the water- playing. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>Delenn<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
Ambassador Delenn of Del-Tone  </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
<p>P.S.  Please remember to cancel my credit card.

Dad, I am tired, very tired. It is time for me to go find Hazel and to say goodbye. Although I will miss you, Mom and The Boy, I am old, very old. I am a shadow of myself, I am hollow and sometimes I forget who I am, I fear I will soon be lost if I do not leave.

The world is getting dark – I cannot see.  Branches surprise me. In the dark I walk into things. I cannot catch any food thrown my way.

The world is silent, I cannot hear as I once did. I do not even know when you come home to greet you. The delivery man comes and goes without him receiving one bark.

The world is shrinking, I hurt during our walks beyond our block, climbing up and down the stairs is a chore. I slip every once in a while and drag my feet. I do not even remember which gun we go hunting with anymore.

The world is losing its shine, my tail does not wag, my bones hurt and I cannot stretch nor jump. The lumps that started appearing a few months ago are growing, I am getting sicker. I have accidents and feel horrible I am letting you down.

The world is not fair or unfair it just is. I am sorry I destroyed your Nike sandals, but they were good and looked like a toy. I am sorry for running away from Dave.  He chased me for two hours. I do miss the lake and being a dock dog, chasing the chuck-it thrown balls. I miss our walks and jumping at snowballs. Lastly, I should tell you when you thought I dislocated my hip and carried me out of the woods for two miles on your shoulders, truth be told I was just tired and wanted to be carried. You were also getting fat.

I am working on this poem – I will not have time to finish it.

My wag is gone, I am no longer strong. Through this family’s sorrows and pain, I became tame. Our agreement from the start was for me to protect my family with all my heart. We agreed to have the Boy, to throw my favorite toy. But my wag is gone, I am no longer strong. I cannot play, without hurting the rest of the day. I have tried to be brave, but my time is through. Let me go to rest, and then see Hazel with zest. My wag is gone, I am no longer strong.

You chose my name Delenn from a TV series, a series you just watched again. Delenn was a great name, and I realized watching it with you Delenn never died. To you she will live forever, Dad all things die, and I cannot go on like I am, you need to let me go.

Tell the Boy the recess bell is ringing for me, he will understand it is time to go. I cannot play ball anymore, I cannot turn or twist. I struggle to breathe. Tell him that I always loved the game “Kiss the Baby”. And he cannot throw anymore food onto the floor he doesn’t want to eat. I hope I taught him to be a dog person, I am definately a Boy person.

Tell Mom I love her. If it wasn’t for her care I would have been lost long ago. I have always comforted her when she was sick please love her more now. She has a lot going on with the baby.

To you Dad, I know you vowed after Hazel to never have another dog. Losing Hazel was the one of the worst days in your life, it took a part of your soul that took you years for you to find. Tomorrow will be a tough day for everyone – do not lose your soul again since you will not have a retriever to find it. Always remember we had 14+ years together – a wonderful 14+ years where my tail did wag. I did leave our ball outside for you, maybe one day you will want to throw it again for another dog. I hope you do because you love all dogs, try to measure this pain against the joy we had together.

Do not worry about me, I am going to find Hazel and together we will wait for you.
We will meet at the place where no shadows fall, I will be by the water- playing.

Love,
Delenn  (Ambassador Delenn of Del-Tone)

***

And this message after:
It is done. Sometimes the right decisions are the hardest ones to make.
Thank you all for the kind words today.

Photo: It is done.   Sometimes the right decisions are the hardest ones to make.  Thank you all for the kind words today.

Murphy’s Law According to Raven

Ravi in sun

Ravi on her perch

My cat Raven loves to sit in the window to watch birds and get some fresh air.   Recently, she was in our master bathroom window doing just that, when the “unthinkable” happened.

I had the windows open, airing out the house…

Well, first I must give some background here:  Our master bathroom door never latches.  The house is over 20 years old and it settled in such a way that the door will not latch when closed.  I have tried countless times and countless ways to remedy that issue, but alas…

Anyway, Ravi was enjoying a lovely day, perched on our master bathroom windowsill…

Ravi in Window

As you can see here, I usually prop the door open so the air current doesn’t close it.
This cat has issue with closed doors – she hates them.

But on this particular day, I forgot to move the hamper.  Guess what happened – that’s right!  The door not only closed, but it LATCHED!

Oh the Horror!!

I was downstairs when I heard *thump thump thump* and wondered what on Earth was going on up there…went upstairs and found the closed/latched door with a kitty on the other side furiously trying to open it by clawing under the edge and pulling.  She succeeded in freeing a few chips off the bottom edge, but that’s as far as she’d gotten.

Very relieved to be freed from her prison, she ran out of the bathroom.  I propped the door open to avoid a repeat and came out to my bedroom to find Raven stretched out on the floor in the doorway.  She proceeded to vocally scold me.  She was mad!  This cat rarely meows at all, so it was rather concerting.  I offered to pet and cuddle her, but she was having none of it.  I apologized repeatedly to no avail.

All I could think was that it would be Murph’s Law: the one time the door latches would be when ‘Fraidy Cat was inside.  Oy.  Won’t make THAT mistake again!

Ravi Sun 3

Kitty loves the sunshine!

Sunday Breakfast for the Paleo Pets

Pets' Sunday Breakfast

Sunday mornings are made for special breakfasts.  But why should the humans have all the fun?  Each Sunday our dog and cats get a raw pastured egg yolk with their grain-free kibble.  Check out that beautiful orange yolk – so tasty and nutritious!

Today the dog got lucky.  She got a feast made from a number of leftovers that were beginning to age a bit in the fridge: roast yam, bacon strips, unripe berries and excess carrot shred from yesterday’s carrot cakes.  Good stuff!  *nom nom nom*