Monday, April 29, 2013

Maxine Monday


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Friday, April 26, 2013

I cry when I pee.

Yes, I am a chronic over-sharer.  But it's not what you think.  The bathroom was Jake's domain.  Most of the time she would get to the bathroom before I would, stay in there while I was there, or would be demanding to get in if I hadn't left the door cracked.  But I usually did.  And somehow now closing the door feels wrong, feels like I'm shutting Jakie out, even though I know she's gone.

Jake was a drinker, a faucet drinker for as long as I can remember.  And since I couldn't leave the water running all the time, a cup on the bathroom counter would serve as a poor substitute she grudgingly drank from when she needed to.

In the last year she started sleeping in the bathroom or just outside of it, to the point where I put her bed in the hallway outside the bathroom door.  Her diabetes and apparent renal issues stepped up her obsession with running water and she stayed as close as she could all the time.
With her sides shaved so I could
more easily give her injections.

But sometimes when I went into the bathroom to use it for it's intended purpose, ahem, Jakie would come in and instead of jumping up to get water she would stand and look at me until I picked her up.  I would hold her in my lap and pet her, sometimes just wrap my arms around her and hold her close.  She was so tiny in the last couple of years, and she was the one kitty I could actually hug, hold, and carry with her head on my shoulder like a baby.  We had quality time in that bathroom, she and I.  And now every time I walk down that hallway, she isn't jumping up to beat me to the bathroom.  She isn't yelling at me if I pass her by without turning in or stopping to pet her or at least reach in and turn on the water.

She just isn't there.

My head knows that letting Jake go was the right thing to do.  But oh how my heart misses my little girl kitty who was named like a boy.  And it's going to take me a while to get past the weepy stage when I must visit her favorite place several times a day.



Wednesday, April 24, 2013

My pretty green-eyed girl



Today we had to make the decision to let Jakie go.  She seemed ill last night and since she has diabetes I took her to the vet this morning where we learned she was in end stage renal failure.  There were other things happening as well, and with all of it combined there would have been no quality of life for her if I had tried to bring her home to care for her and prolong her life.

My daughter said you can't pick favorites and I told her - with cats you can.  Jakie was everyone's favorite.  She was the one I could tell anyone - she's the friendly one, you can pet her, no worries.  She would go to anyone and happily accept their affection and settle comfortably in their laps.  She was a sweetheart for sure.

18 years old - she lived a good, long life.

My daughter Dani and son-in-law Dan were with me and we were all a mess of tears and tissues, struggling to say goodbye, knowing it was the right thing to do - yet not wanting to do it.  It was so very difficult for us but for Jakie?   Her passing was quiet and gentle and she went with the dignity she deserved.  There will be no more discomfort for my pretty green-eyed girl.

Rest well my little Jakie, we love you still and will miss you always.



Monday, April 22, 2013

Maxine Monday


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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Another day, another mouth full of nasty water!

This is where the pipe from my sump pump leaves my house.  Why it is almost 6 feet off the ground, I have no idea.  Before it reaches the ground it takes a 90 degree turn and runs out about 10 feet from the house. It's been raining for days and days.  This morning I realized that pipe had become detached and water was dumping right down against the foundation of my house.


And this is me, after not stepping aside soon enough and getting a face full of yummy sump water while attempting to reattach the pipe. Luckily I hadn't showered yet.


And this is what it looked like when I attempted to drive to work today.  After a good 3 hours of getting turned back by police or signs or cones, I gave up and went home.


It's still raining ya'll.  And they're saying tomorrow we might have snow flurries.  Yikes!

So how was your day?  Please say it was better than this!


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Pause .. and pray.

Today my angel food cake binge seems rather BJ-baby-wha-wha, doesn't it?  Amazing how some things can change your perspective.

... I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet...

Today - I have both.  I am lucky indeed.

My prayers go out to those families touched by the bomb blasts in Boston.  

I will save my anger for another day.  


Monday, April 15, 2013

Maxine Monday



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Saturday, April 13, 2013

Come to Mama, Angel Food Cake!


My big girl panties are starting to feel a bit tight and are chafing these days.  NO I'm not talking about my
weight.  But there have been a series of things that have happened that are making me want to cry for my mama.  Instead - I'm baking an angel food cake with plans to eat it right out of the pan. Don't worry, it will last through tomorrow at least.

Don't judge, this is the only coping mechanism that is really giving me comfort right now.  And I did buy more peppers and fruit and hummus and healthy things when I went shopping today.

No details right now, if I talk about it, write it, it will make it real and I just don't want to deal with it.

Yum!  Angel food cake!


Monday, April 8, 2013

Maxine Monday


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Thursday, April 4, 2013

Veggies & cats. Not on the same plate.


Lunch!

I've really been doing well with my new healthy eating.  Trying.  Really trying.  But apparently things don't turn around immediately.  WHY NOT!!???

Ahem.

I thought I would give you a cat update since I have refrained for a while.  You're welcome.  They are all fine. The end.

That's pretty accurate, really.  Norah (of the spine and kidney problems) is still getting fluids and meds every day, but she's eating and playing and jumping onto and off of furniture again.  And she can get away from me when she sees that bag of "plasma-lite" come out!

Jake is good, she's at 1.5 units of insulin a day and she's been eating really well and even socializing (read - demanding to sit on my lap) more than she has in a long time.  Riley is Riley.  He's old, he's crabby, and he's a man cat.

Speaking of which - I need to go tend to the inmates in this asylum.  You'd think I'd at least work off a couple pounds chasing Norah - whoops!  There she goes!


Monday, April 1, 2013

Maxine Monday


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