Saturday, January 31, 2015

January 31, 2015 Mardi Gras Parade

Our community had its first Mardi Gras Parade today.

The shelter decided to create a float (not a big fancy one, mind you)...but one that would showcase our love for animals and our commitment to the community as well as a show of our stewardship with the community's resources.  

Parades are pretty complicated when you're a rescue organization.

Or, maybe I just over-analyze everything.

Anyhoo...


My amazing kid...who hangs out with me a lot dressed up as a Mardi Gras cat.
As you can imagine, the real cats in the shelter were in no way even considering riding a float.

Nah-uh.
Nope.
Nothing doing.

I couldn't even get our resident office cat to wear some beads...or a mask...or anything for that matter.




My kid corralled some of her BFFs from school to dress up with her.




Here's our little crew of "pups" and "kitties."
This is a great bunch of kids by the way.






One of our other board members has a much younger daughter who wanted to dress up and ride the float as well.
My kid helped her with her make-up.
Have I mentioned I have a great kid?





Fee Fee was my co-pilot today on the float.  She's a little skittish, our Feefers, but she weathered the parade well.
We were going to walk behind the float...but those plans changed when the fire truck lined up behind us and a billion jillion people lined up along the sides of the streets...jumping out to get beads.  

Yikes.





These two had a special day out...but were glad to get back in the safety of my car and head back to their cots at the shelter and a good supper...completed with a special treat.  

They were such good girls.
Love my Lillie and Fee Fee :) 

Friday, January 30, 2015

January 30, 2015 - That Puppy Smell


Puppy raisin' ain't easy.
There's the chewing, biting, pooping, peeing, crying, yelping...

and then, when you think you just can't take it anymore, 

there's this...



"I didn't mean to."





And, then, there's that smell...puppy smell is a very distinct smell...I can't even compare it to anything else.  If you're a dog lover, you're smiling right now because you know exactly what I'm talking about. 





The hugs, kisses, tail wagging, happy to see you, loving, playing, cutie patootieying...
Yep, it's worth it.  
Especially when that pup is a foster and you're trying to prepare her for her forever home.  




"Wait...what?  You mean I'm not staying here?"



Thursday, January 29, 2015

January 29, 2015 - A New Beginning

In the shelter world, there is one constant.

Need.

For every cat or dog that is adopted...
there is always another one...or two...that need you as well.

No matter how distraught we all were about Tebow, the shelter is still full of others that need us.  
And, not just need us...but depend upon us.

They don't have time for us to grieve.
They trust us and have learned to look to us for comfort, love, reinforcement, redirection, guidance, walks, food, comfort, a kind word or pat, a treat...everything.
No matter how bad I have felt...how much, at times, I have wanted to walk away...
I can't.  

A lot of people are afraid of spending time at an animal shelter because of all the emotions involved...but honestly, you just don't have time to waller as my grandmother would have said.  
You have to tighten your belt and keep moving.

This one needs me now:



Brittany came into the shelter one afternoon...dehydrated.  Very young...and taken away from her mommy way too soon.
We gave her water from a dropper and she perked up slowly.
At 4 pm though, I couldn't leave her there.
Would she make it from 4 p.m. to 7 a.m. the next morning.
I wasn't sure, but I wasn't about to test it.




After a quick trip to PetSense...for the basics...





I put my best foster assistant on the job.

Ed came home and Reagan asked, "Are we going to tell him?"
Ed said, "Tell him what?"

Brittany was only supposed to stay one night, but she's almost been here 2 weeks :P 
Ed: "Why are you doing this to me?" 




I was thinking the same thing after being up every 2-3 hours for the first 3 days we kept dear Brittany.
Good thing she's really cute ;)






We are big dog people, so we are a little unsure what to do with little dogs besides love them and help them survive.  




But, I'd say we're making progress.




Belly rubs are nice too :)

Keep on keepin' on.

That's my motto.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

January 28, 2015 - Saying Good-Bye


After we left Tebow last Wednesday night, we found out the next morning that he had had an even more violent seizure after we left the vet. 
He was hooked up to a Phenobarbitol drip at the time.
Our vet did not expect him to live through the night. 

When Tebow did live through the night, our vet almost doubled his current Phenobarbitol drip, added a new medicine called Kepra, and then began a round of Doxeycycline.
When we visited Tebow, he was very doped up...but not seizing.

Our vet conferenced with us and shared his concerns.
While he had the seizures stopped for the moment, there was no guarantee they would not start again.
The new seizure medicine, Kepra, must be given in 8 hr. intervals exactly...
and the Doxeycycline was for a possible brain infection.
Tebow also very likely would suffer some brain damage...it's difficult to suffer through 7 seizures in a 2-3 hour span without some damage.
And, the words that no one wants to hear:
"He's suffering terribly."

We knew we had a devastating decision to make. 

We took the day Thursday to process what we knew had to be done.
We went back and forth and discussed every possible, minute option.
We realized Friday morning that there was no other option.

"He's suffering terribly."

We made the appointment for later that afternoon.  
3 of us from the shelter were there. 
I had to ask our vet once more if we were doing the right thing.
"Yes," he said.  "I believe you are."

When the vet techs brought Tebow in, he looked like his old self...except he was walking in circles. 
We talked to him, patted his freckled nose, told him how much he was loved, and told him all about the bridge he was getting ready to cross.

The vet techs lifted our buddy Tebow up onto the table and gave him a sedative so that he would not be afraid. 
The sedative started working very quickly...and our tears began streaming.
The medicine that ended Tebow's life went in next. 
There was no drama...no struggle, no pain...just a quiet peaceful sleep.
Our hands were on him, and our manager whispered secrets into his ear as he slipped from us. 

It took a couple of days to prepare a gravesite appropriate for our big Tebow, so our staff picked him up on Monday.
They buried him quietly...just them...and Tebow.  Their special time together.

The rest of us visited later. 
After walking around all day as if we were in a fog, with the weight of the world on our shoulders, the perfect family showed up and adopted one of our other special dogs.
We finally smiled at one another.

I'm pretty sure it was a sign...a message from our pal...
"Keep moving forward, human friends...I'm good now."