Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Hard Decisions

Keith got home from his one night away trip for this week, and we sat and talked a while.  I caught him up on what was going on around here, and he caught me up on what is going on in his job, both interesting subjects.
In this day and age, we are both grateful to have good jobs.

Right now, at 9:38 PM, he is outside with the big spotlight, trying to find what he thought was a racoon running from the front of the big henhouse to the shop.  We've already had a possum attack in the last month, and we don't want one of the dogs to try to take on a coon, even strong Lilly.  I'm going to try to catch him and make sure he double-checks the door to the bighenhouse (precariously shut with a washrag) and make sure the barrier is up into the little henyard.  Though the possum was IN that henhouse, it is actually the stronger of the two buildings.  The dogs have set up an uproar, so I have finally let Lilly Ann out to help Keith.

Tonight I came home to find  poor little Ruffles having trouble again, but as you can see by the accompanying short clip, he IS able to eat and drink, though somewhat sloppily.  I am going to shine the spotlight on him tomorrow and really check him all over for mites... that is the only thing other than something neurological I can think it is.  If he is no better by tomorrow night, we will make a decision.  We are afraid to put him back in with the rest of the little bunch. 
(I tried to load this 45 second clip for a half hour, and finally had to stop.  Despite ramping up our satellite service, sometimes they just.will.not.load.)  He is not eating or drinking right, he is drinking with his mouth open, and unable to lift his head high.  I still think the damage is neuro, but will have to decide soon.

The other sad decision will be about this one:

She spends her days now either laying on the spare bed, or laying on the satellite receiver under the TV.  She doesn't play, and her hind end is giving out.  She is growing thinner, though still eating and drinking.  She is defenseless against Gertie, who bothers her, and cannot run off or fight back, so we are keeping her in the spare bedroom most of the time.    Keith, who has babied her since she came home to us, is sleeping with her because he doesn't want her to be alone.  We would not be so concerned, but the herpesvirus, which has kept her so sick since birth, is almost licked, just as the vet said it would be.  She still has some exudate coming out of her nose, but is no longer explosively sneezing and having trouble breathing.  Now, however, with the weakness in her hindquarters, she is unable to control her bowels, and we keep finding hard little pellets where she has been.  Because the picture is dark, you can't see how thin our poor little Jenny has become.  She has been many times to see Dr. Tom, and Dr. Beck, his partner who loves kitties.  She just has had so much going against her from birth.  Anyway, Keith will take her again on Friday to see if there is anything more we can do for her. This hindquarters weakness is getting worse by the day. 


  1. It's those tough decisions that sometimes make me wonder why I surround myself with so many animals knowing I'm going to outlive them. Blessings to you as you go through these decisions.

  2. Bless their little hearts. And I pray for peace for you and Keith for the decisions you may have to make. They know in their hearts how you love them and how lucky they were to have people like you two.

    Today is my sweet Toby's 7th birthday, he passed away last June 7, and not a day goes by that I don't miss his beautiful face.

    Many blessings.

  3. So sorry, Mary Ann.... I know how terrible it is to have to face these things. I can only pray for a miracle for both of them, but peace for you and Keith if a miracle isn't meant to be...

  4. These are terrible decisions to have to face. Have confidence you will make the right choice for the animal.

  5. My Shy was paralyzed for a couple of months. He required a lot of special attention. After a couple of rounds of antibotics, which the vet didn't really think would help. He got better. Was a very strange thing.

    He never gave up, so I didn't give up on him.

    Hope she can get well.

  6. Really sorry Mary Ann, truly. Not the easiest of choices to make, but I do believe you will make the right one.

  7. I know making hard decisions is really tough. You don't have to blame anybody for any unwanted results. I'm very sorry to hear this sad news.

  8. Chin up and stay confident. These are daily life consequences we have to face.


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