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My heart hurts to say goodbye . . .

July 30th 2009 2:00 pm
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Chelsea's problem developed very quickly and unexpectedly. One of her eyes got swollen and painful, the vet thought it was glaucoma. Medications didn't help, so the recommendation was to remove her eye - with full expectation that she'd recover and be healthy afterwards. That's not what happenned.

She got sick and went downhill so quickly; and it was so unexpected - there hadn't been any prior health problems to speak of.

Unfortunately, after her eye was removed and she began to heal from that, it was discovered that she had a pervasive, very aggressive cancer throughout her body. She deteriorated very quickly, and it soon became appearant that we had to let her go.

She was such a special kitty, and so very cherished - I'll miss her so very much.


I helped the Hurricane Katrina Animals

September 23rd 2005 1:29 pm
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I let my mom be gone for a really looong time; I had to stay at home with all the other kitties, the dog and our dad. She was off helping rescue animals abandoned and left behind in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. I helped because I was a good kitty while she was gone. ButI sure was happy to see her when she came home!!!

Here's my mom's story:

We spent several days of working/helping with the rescued animals at the Tylertown, Mississippi rescue site/encampment that Best Friends Animal Society has set up there. (About 100 miles north of New Orleans.) It was the most wonderful, miserable, fantastic, awful, incredible week spent with some of the most wonderful, generous, compassionate people -- I'm sure I won't ever be able to forget it.

A friend and I took a u-haul trailer full of donated supplies (a really big thank you to everyone who supported us with donations assistance and/or money - it certainly went to a very good cause.)
Every day, the rescuers (my heroes!) went off into the toxic sludge of New Orleans and each night, they brought in 20, 40, 60 dogs/cats/misc. small pets. Everyone would wake up and gather at the "Ellis Island" area to offload the animals. We would coax them out of their crates, loving and welcoming them even though we were always aware that they may be contaminated from the toxic areas they were rescued from. Some were so scared and traumatized that it just made you cry. Some were emaciated, burned, injured - but a lot of them weren't. They were walked and watered and put back into their crate to await the next day when they could be examined by vets, pictures taken for ID, and grouped into their new temporary pens.

And every day, in horribly hot and humid conditions, amid swarms of bugs, volunteers kept pouring in from all over the country. We fed, watered, walked, poop-scooped, and cared for all the dogs & cats and critters. We cleaned & sanitized mountains of crates so they could be used again for the next day's rescue efforts. We tried to keep from getting heat-stroke by drinking water/Gatorade/juice practically non-stop all day, and hosing each other down with the water hose. (The dogs had to be hosed down a couple times a day - it was just too @#&#@ hot!!!!!) We sorted and organized donated food and supplies. Some of the volunteers prepared sandwiches and sometimes a hot dinner (bless them). The vets and vet-techs worked to vaccinate and micro-chip the animals, and to tend their wounds and illnesses. It was both exhausting and exhilarating.

We cried tears of happiness whenever an animal was reunited with their people. Everyone cheered and teared and took pictures and wished them well - it was the best part of each day!

Then, each night, we'd fall into our sleeping bags and hope to get a few hours of sleep before starting it over again the next day. (It was extremely hard to sleep because of all the barking dogs and nighttime camp activity.) Regardless, my heart is still there with the wonderful volunteers and Best Friends employees who are continuing to take care of those poor, wonderful, and very-lucky-to-be-rescued animals.

PS - I took tons of pictures while I was there - and have them posted at Scroll down to the albums titled "Hurricane Katrina".

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A BATH????? Whaaaa happenned??

October 7th 2004 9:10 am
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The first and only time Chelsea got a bath happenned recently when she came in one evening drenched in white paint or plaster. She was so covered that looked like somebody else's cat, not ours!! -> -> -> Once I determined that she was, indeed, our cat; I gathered her up and retreated to the bathroom sink. She was not a happy camper, and grabbed my shoulders trying to get away -- she must have thought it was a horrible experience! Thankfully, she was careful with me and didn't leave claw marks! -> -> -> Unfortunately for her, it took several baths and then lots of brushing to get all the paint or plaster off of her. We never did know what happenned or how she got it all over her!


I've got a heart murmur

September 22nd 2004 8:55 am
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We were only there for an annual checkup (I h a t e to have to go to the vet!) And they scared us almost to death - said I had a heart murmur that they could hear thru the stethascope. I had to go to a special place for an ultrasound so they could tell how bad it was. My mom and I were very worried - you can die from this! My mom spent a lot of money to find out what needed to be done so I could stay healthy and live many more years.

Thank goodness they said it was minor. But needed treatment. So now I have to take 1/2 a pill every day. For the rest of my life. It makes my heart not have to work so hard, so I guess it's a good thing.

I cooperate real well with my mom and she thanks me every time and says I'm just wonderful - she just opens my mouth and pops that little pill in and I swallow it down, no problem. I don't want to get worse or feel bad - and taking 1/2 a pill really isn't any big deal.

So If anybody else out there has to take medicine every day, have them talk to me - I'll tell them it's really no big deal.


A DOG?!?!?!? What were they thinking??

September 22nd 2004 8:26 am
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I've led a pretty quiet and sheltered life, just me and my brother kitty, PunkinHead Jones - with our human mom & dad. That is, until they sprung a DOG on us! They brought in a grown up dog - way bigger than us and way noisier. We were not pleased.

We were expected to coexist with this new dog-thing - eating in our kitchen and sleeping in our bedroom, and smelling up the house with its new smell, and long white hairs everywhere. We were not pleased.

I hissed a lot at this DOG, and told it to get lost and to stay away from me. If it dared to come near me, I was ready to do battle. But a wierd thing - I have to admit it had manners - who'd have thought that a DOG would have manners? It never ran at us, or even came too close (at least not on purpose) and whenever we looked at it with disdain (or fear!) it turned away. And when we hissed, it understood our language! And our food got put up high so the DOG couldn't get it, and we sure didn't want the DOG's food, so that wasn't much of an issue.

I'm pretty easy-going, and pretty smart. I figured out real quickly that this DOG was special to our humans - I was not pleased, but what can you do? If this Sascha-dog was willing to be mannerly and subservient to us, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Besides, I still got the most favored sleeping spot all cuddled up with my human mom. So before too long, and almost without my realizing it, me and Sascha started being a little bit friendly with each other. Turns out, she wasn't that bad, for a DOG.

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