I got these fish from a young man who guessed their measurements at 9 inches and 6 inches. When I arrived it was clear to me that the container I brought wouldn’t hold what is actually a 12 inch fish and a 9 inch fish. His mother went outside and emptied a 5 gallon bucket so I could take them home. When the water was poured in and the fish added I saw an issue. The water was way too warm for goldfish, around 85 degrees instead of 68 to 75 max. Being that warm meant it didn’t have nearly as much oxygen as needed for the 5 min drive home. There’s gonna be trouble.
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I’m still here. I’m sort of withdrawn, closed up, not really doing much outside of dealing with the kittens and therapy.
I met my new medical doctor today. I like him. He had me laughing when he described himself as pasty and ‘pigment deficient’. I told him not to worry, its okay. Poor thing, it’s no true. He’s not going to be okay. I’ve never seen the likes of it. …. anyway…. The guy is hilarious but he’s also very kind. When getting blood work done he stayed with me.
This little one I call Blossom was here maybe 3 days ago but was returned because she fell behind again. Her 5 litter mates are twice her size, stronger, faster and squeeze her out so she’s back being bottle fed.
I call the kitten Blossom because she has made huge strides to overcome her odds. She’s got a great determination to thrive so we’re going to do the best we can to support this spirit of hers. Continue reading ‘Aww, it’ll be okay little one’
The little premature kittens born on the 6th have been able to join a healthy litter with a nursing mother. The new 
mother had 4 healthy babies and has accepted the premature orphans. It’s a wonderful thing to see one cat pick up and take on motherhood when another cat wasn’t able to. Nature is a beautiful thing. The new mother lifted the babies into her box, cleaned and suckled them as her own. It was wonderful.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll begin to foster a 6 year old Yorkie named Felicity. She was one of 90 Yorkshire Terriers removed from a puppy mill in Missouri in 2009. She’s come a long way since then. When she was first removed she was in terrible condition but she’s a survivor, a wonderful girl about to spend time with me.
I woke today with Mary Jane at my feet. It was good to see her there. Despite the fact that this is the second night in a row I’ve awakened screaming I still just got up and started moving as if the night wasn’t horrible. I don’t know, I just felt good is all, I’m sure the change in weather has something to do with it. Man I love spring!
My little buddy went to his new home yesterday. I say little buddy but his last measurements were 29 inches from his back to the floor and 67 inches from nose to tail. I doubt he was little at birth! So anyway, the home he went to is with a 10 year old little boy and his mother. What I like about the woman is that she wanted specific things from a dog. She wanted a huge dog, male and one that would sleep next to her at night but be gentle enough to play with her son. She needed a dog she could trust alone in the house without destroying things or trying to kill the cat, she has two. What I like about her is she didn’t just want a dog, she needed a dog. There’s a huge difference between wanting and needing. She had specific things she needed from the dog. I really like that she didn’t want just anything.
Wow, yeah, that was uncomfortable. Thursday my supervisor called and said she would be here to drop off a few things and to work with Mary Jane. When she got here I had to go fetch MJ who was in my second bedroom where my computer is. Here’s where it gets odd.
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