Zephyr Update

Today was kind of a good news, bad news sort of day. The bad news is Zephyr's heart isn't pumping properly. This is new as far as I know, as he's never been diagnosed with any heart problems before. He has a Mitral Valve Insufficiency with decreased contractility--says the vet tech.

He's being put on medication in hopes of evening out his heartbeat. The vet says he may be lethargic for a while. We'll see.

Right now all I can see is no more trips to the river or long walks anywhere, which makes me horribly sad as those are our happiest times...I suppose we will see about that too.

There was good news, what was it? Oh, they did an additional ultrasound on his stomach. No tumors or blockage. So, that's good.

It's not even 11a.m. and I'm already done with this day. It's gray out, cold. I am putting the house on lock down and hiding with my guys. I made tea. Trooper's asleep in Zephyr's bed. Zephyr's asleep on mine. I think I'll join him for a while. We need some hug time.

d, xo

Nap Day

It's Monday. Lots of errands to run and packages to ship. Yay, shop sales!

The dogs got a neighborhood walk today, but truly Trooper is beat. Yesterday's river "hike" has left him one groggy pup. (I adore that Trooper, like myself, is not a morning being. He yawns and stretches, rubs his eyes, then easily falls back to sleep. Bless you, my small furry friend.)

Meanwhile, much to my delight another donation came in over the weekend, bringing our total up to $235! This really kind person came out of nowhere. Not a Twitter follower that I know of, but a really kind and generous Trooper follower. Thank you. :-)

One day I will total up Trooper's expenditures, since finding him in December. He really threw our budget for a loop, but I would do it again, all of it, even without the generous donations.

During those un-godly predawn mornings when I wake with a start,  I sometimes imagine I didn't quite get the grab on him. He slipped threw my fingers, or I wasn't wearing gloves when he bit me and I lost my grip on him. Then I REALLY freak out, because when I think of him out there all alone, in the cold, fending for himself, I shiver...then I turn on the light, check that he is still here, in his bed and breathing.  (I do this to Zephyr too.) Motherhood, even for the furry kind is a trippy all consuming thing. Whew.

Ok, off to the post. Thanks again everyone for following us over to our new blog home. In time I hope to make it fancier. One. Thing. At. A. Time. :-)

d, xo