Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Flyboy
BTW, happy belated birthday Sandee!!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Bittersweet
She sure is getting fat. I wonder how many she will have this time. Damn hussie!
Why is this bittersweet? This will be our last batch of the little twerps. Not because we don't want anymore. Not because we are going to get her fixed. Not because we are going to get Bandit fixed. Nope, none of those reasons.
This is bittersweet because Bandit has Cancer. Lymphoma to be exact. His lymph nodes in his neck and groin are all swollen. Which means that it is throughout his body. He is probably in the advanced stages. The vet said that we could do radiation, but that would just prolong the inevitable and cost thousands. We can put him on steroids to ease some of his pain and help him eat better. He has dropped down to 79 pounds. He was up around 100 pounds. He limps around and doesn't have the energy that he used to. And his hair is starting to fall out. The girls are heartsick. We are heartsick. Flyboy thinks he only has a couple months left in him. If that. He is only 7 years old. Sugar Booger and Punky Poo don't remember life without him. Neither does Tabyana. It's very hard watching him go downhill.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Actual Conversation
Monday, June 2, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
There's a storm rolling in
I love thunder storms. I love the way the clouds roll in and get all dark and gloomy. I love nature. It's so unpredictable. When Flyboy and I lived on the mountain, we would sit outside and watch the storms roll in. Even through all the lightening and thunder boomers. My dad taught us kids a song about thunder and lightening when we were little. Maybe that contributed to my love of storms.




















