It was the
year with something I never, ever thought I would do... move again.
First look at our what was to be our new house... January 29. I still can't believe it.
I was so happy at the old house, the little house... and imagined I would be there for years seeing scenes like this.
How I miss them, bad little things!!!
My little Farm Helper, Abby, became very sick in late January, early February, and we could not
figure (the VET could not figure out) what was wrong.
In February she was at least still able to help me do chores in the terrible cold.
Snow did not stop the Intrepid Lil a bit.
By March, the snow had thawed and Abby was desperately thirsty all the time... and we
began going to our old vet in Kansas City, Kansas again... and his new associate told us he was sure she had diabetes... and she did. We started a regimen of two times a day shots... but we were NOT good at giving them, and Abby was not good at getting them. It was misery for all of us.
I started finding homes for all my babies. Yes, it hurt badly. It still does.
Especially my beloved ducks, that I had worked all through the bitter winter to keep watered and protected.
Moving day came, and the whole family pitched in to help.
The brothers worked hard and did a man's job. They spent the night here.
I didn't think we would get everything put away... ever... and in fact, I am still moving things. We went from 1000 sq. ft. to 3000 sq. ft. Whew.
May came, and I was still moving things daily, though by now, all my animals were gone except Abby and Lilly. Abby was worse, and Keith began to get sick, as well.
On the fifth, we started our 2014 Kansas City T Bones season, and were back at the ballpark. Keith began to have to have almost monthly "taps" on his abdomen for the fluid being retained, and we kept hearing from the doctors that his kidneys were worse.
Our little girl's condition became worse, and she had regular "fits", rubbing her face and head into the floor, or the beds, in this case, the mattresses the kids were using at the time in the basement. These fits would go on and on, until she became exhausted.
It hurts to see pictures from this time. We lost her here at home, on May 23rd. We just could not get her blood sugar balanced right. On the night she died... the vet sent her home with me, and told me her time had not yet come. I knew on the way home we were losing her that night. Our poor little doll.
In mid-May, my friend Valerie had four new puppies in her kennel, Sandy, Shandy, Austin and Billy, three girls and a boy. They helped the hurt from Abby's death.
I took care of them all summer, first letting their mama out for exercise while they were nursing, and then, letting the puppies, their mama, and their cousin Mia out to run in the yard.
They grew by leaps and bounds.
We celebrated the fourth of July at the T Bones with son Jim and his family.
We watched a lot of baseball.
And in mid-July, Keith's daughters and their husbands came to help us fix up the old house. We were there 9 years, and are still upside down in it, and will be renting it next year... we hope by April.
Even though Andrea was seven months pregnant! She watched little Carson for Amber.
Jace helped, too!
On the 19th, we had another work day.... but...
But Keith became very ill and was hospitalized for a week.
The puppies were almost as big as their mama, Uno, and their cousin Mia, pictured here with Sandy.
Their owner, Valerie, decided to move back to her home state of Michigan, and I had to
say goodbye to my babies.
Lilly Ann and I began walking in the park daily.
My only surviving sibling, Pete, had had to be hospitalized at the first of the year, after a serious illness. He was moved at mid-summer to a nursing home in Liberty, Missouri, where they take good care of him. He suffers from dementia.
Fall came.
And Labor Day weekend brought us a new dog, Jester the Boston Terrier.
My "garden" at the new house began to wane.
And Keith went back in the hospital, this time, for ten days... from the VA to St. Lukes in
KCMO... When he came out, he was on dialysis.
Fall baseball
Jace turned three.
Haley Kay was born.
Jes wormed his way into our hearts
Thanksgiving was celebrated in a small way, as Keith has many new dietary restrictions with his
new dialysis diet.
Carson turned one.
Brynn turned two.
We Christmas-partied...
and we Christmas-partied some more.
And I've had a blast this fall learning to use Keith's big Nikon.
In February, Pete and I lost our brother Mike. Pete has dementia, and still does not
understand that Mike has gone on before us, to join our little sister Kathleen, and our mom and dad.
He left a big family, five kids and many, many grandchildren, as well as a wife to whom he had
been married for over 50 years.
I still can't believe he and Kathleen are gone.
Our Sweet Girl.
Here's to a more interesting 2015!
Your blogger and her smiling Lilly Ann
