he was in foster care with helga...a beat up, half wild, old, wrecked street cat that hasn't seen a lot of gentle kindness in his life. babe was pretty…
apparently there are 2 kinds of saints welcome home greetings... mine... dear new dog elvis..welcome to saints. here have some little caesars..oh my, you look…
laddy continues to be a bit of a challenge... i got him to take a couple of little caesars last night but today he turned his nose up at everything..including…
20 minutes that my eyes were off laddy to let the other guys out before bed and he pulled his iv tubing out. i hope 1300 mls was enough to recharge him…
so i finally pulled out the big gun... he likes toast...followed by some subway sandwich. good lord..here we go.....
we welcome laddy. he is a skinny, weak and sick sweet old thing so off he went into the vets today..diagnosis...renal disease and pancreatitis. he should have…
a friend emailed me today to express condolences on ellie's loss and asked what caused her to pass away. honestly? the law of physics. yorkshire pigs are not…
i woke up at 0530, let cheyenne and her crew out and looked at that damn eye sore grass. its not often i can't find a solution to problems but i admit, this…
i got a bit weepy a few times today..sometimes when i was driving between clients, sometimes when someone did something incredibly kind. like... when anne said…
every once in a while in life we meet someone who rocks our souls. ellie was my soul rocker. to me, ellie was never a pig, she was my friend. there is…
until we meet again my darling girl.
