December 23rd 2007 7:48 am
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Christmas is excellent, the people who said so were correct. All kinds of cards have arrived - many with greetings for me! There is all sorts of excellent food everywhere.
Someone who may be Santa came for a visit, but her name starts with a K. She is kind like Santa, and I sat on her lap and whispered my wishes in her ear. Next thing I knew, there was a little box of Champagne Truffles under the Christmas tree!!!!!! Just as I'd wished for - candy!!!! Plus, I heard of this person's journey all over the world, to faraway lands, where she distributed cookies to people (and they gave cookies to her). That's what Santa does, right? So it must have been Santa, right here in my house!
Thank you K or Santa, or whatever your name is. You are nice!
PS - I admire the beauty of the new flowers in my house!
March 4th 2007 3:40 pm
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My guardian at the moment cannot figure out how to set this as "in loving memory" - but as soon as she determines how she will update.
For Valentine's day, she cooked a wonderful dinner for me and Adam - filet mignon, sweet potatoes - the works! I had a wonderful day of playing and eating.
Just before midnight, I had a seizure. Then another, then another. I spent the night at the emergency clinic, and my guardian's mom came to town to help out. The bloodwork was dire.
To make a long story short, I had a great visit home - well, as great as it can be when you're really, really sick - in the afternoon, and when my seizures re-started, it was time for me to "cross the rainbow bridge."
Perhaps another time I will write about all the strange things that happened on earth in the days after I left it. But for now, I bid everyone farewell.
End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousandsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
(Finnegans Wake, 628.13 to 3.3)
That is all.
February 15th 2007 7:15 am
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Guess what? I'm unconscious at the vet's right now. Typing in that condition on somebody else's computer is quite a feat.
Not a good 12 hours. I'm told that around midnight, I began to have a seizure - not a bad one, but a seizure. My guardian allegedly gave me an injection, but I didn't come back to consciousness fast, so she decided to call people for a ride, since it's really, really snowy for a walk to the emerg clinic.
First called a certain someone who shall remain nameless whose mother (from out of town) would not pass the phone to that person, and then started asking directions to pick us up. Guardian decided this was not a good plan since the mom wanted to get dressed, is not a fast driver, and doesn' t know how to get to our home.
Next, she called Wendy, who kindly agreed to meet us out front - but was late because she had to move someone's car out of her driveway which she had difficulty doing.
We got to the vet's, I got treated, and Guardian demanded that she take me home so I would not be traumatized. In the past, my seizures have been so minor this has not been a problem.
We got home, and the front entrance to the building was broken - it can only be opened from the inside - can't buzz people in, can't get your security card to work. Another person was also stuck. Guardian was a little panicky, and guess what? (Allegedly) I started another seizure. They buzzed the super, who couldn't figure out what was going on at first and tried to buzz us in. Though he admitted the door had been broken since the day before! So Guardian buzzed Suzanne and we eventually got in.
By that point, I had to go BACK to emerge, so she went through the phone calls again, and Wendy (again) picked us up. This time, she left me there for the night so I could be on an IV.
At 7:00, she picked me up and transferred me to the day vet, where I am now on an IV.
Everyone suspects I have a brain tumor, but at the age of 17 there's no sense in having an MRI to determine something that I'm too old to treat. It's possible the tumor started to grow, or is inflamed. So, they will give me cortisone, plus a bunch of anticonvulsants, and see what happens. I will probably also get some new medicine when I go home...if I go home...I hope I can go home today....if I make it....
The day vet is not very hopeful about my prognosis. He hopes that I will make it through the day. However, he is not sure if I will even make it two more weeks.
Guardian had to call my lifelong vet (Dr. Feelgood) in Windsor to have my paper faxed over. She told him about everything, and asked what he thought. He was kind, and said anything's possible, and these are worst-case scenarios.
If my days are *that* numbered, I do hope I get lots and lots of racks of bbq ribs.
That is all. I must rest now.