I knew what had happened before I even looked out the door. Joy went out to feed Bridget and Raquel, then let out a shriek as she went around the corner.
Bridget took out another opossum. That damn dog...
She kills them every time unless I am home to run intercept. In the past I have managed to save two of these flea ridden, rat-like marsupials from that damn dog's demise, but not this time.
Great. Now fric and frac have the fleas. I just gave them their monthly dose of Frontline the other day, so hopefully it does it's job.
Normally I just bag up the dead opossum for the trash, but this particular one turned out to be a little more complicated. As I approached the carcass, I noticed a little set of legs trying to get back into the mother's pouch. She was definitely dead, but two of the approximately 8-9 babies were still alive.
I proceeded to remove the two live ones, placed them into a plastic box with a few blankets, then put them under an incandescent lamp to keep them warm.
Now what...
There are several websites that tell you how to care for the little ones, but as young as these were (their eyes weren't open yet) they recommended sending them to a rescue group for the proper care. Apparently at this age they stay attached to the nipple 24/7 until they open their eyes, then eventually venture out of the pouch.
All of the sites said to try pedialite to keep them hydrated until you could get them to someone. We just happen to have some pedialite hanging around.
At first, they weren't receptive to it, but started to take it a few hours later.
Trying to get through to a rescue group on Friday at 5:00 p.m. is next to impossible.
I guess animals do not need to be rescued after 4:00 p.m. on Friday.
After making a half dozen phone calls, one lady from Orange County did call me back, and referred me to a couple of local groups that deal with opossums.
Nothing but answering machines.
Even though we did not want to do it, we eventually called animal control. I knew if they took the babies, they wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell...but we ran out of options.
Approximately three hours later, Animal control was knocking at the door.
Via Con Dios little ones..I tried.
Today we received Sheba's ashes in a small, white plastic box with her info on it and date of death. It was done right here in Gardena by Pet Haven Cemetery and Crematory. I just happen to be looking at their website when the knock came at the door.
Once again I feel like crap.
It's good to have you home again Sheba.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Scary Contractor
One of my co-workers showed me a copy of an estimate she received from a contractor for a remodel of both her bathrooms. I have left the names out for legal reasons, but I will tell you he is operating out in the valley. (Click on the picture to see it better)
"Bat Tub?"
My co-worker did not mention anything about wanting a Batman theme in her bathroom...
Or, maybe she wanted a "Twoalet-zone" theme...
Oh, I forgot to mention his license has been expired for the past 4 years.
The sad thing is there are hundreds of these clowns here in the general LA area running around bilking people out of their hard-earned money every day.
The only way to beat them is to do your homework before hiring someone.
Although this bonehead's spelling is a dead giveaway.
"Good grief Charlie Brown!"
"Bat Tub?"
My co-worker did not mention anything about wanting a Batman theme in her bathroom...
Or, maybe she wanted a "Twoalet-zone" theme...
Oh, I forgot to mention his license has been expired for the past 4 years.
The sad thing is there are hundreds of these clowns here in the general LA area running around bilking people out of their hard-earned money every day.
The only way to beat them is to do your homework before hiring someone.
Although this bonehead's spelling is a dead giveaway.
"Good grief Charlie Brown!"
Time marches on...
I can't believe that Reed's first birthday is just around the corner! It seems like was yesterday I was sitting in the O.R. with Joy when they pulled out our slimy little bundle of love. Now all of the sudden he's 22 pounds and just about ready to walk.
Man, where does the time go?
The most incredible part of this journey so far has been watching him change as the days go by. He is standing on his own now and will take a few steps, but not quite full-on walking yet.
His personality is also rapidly developing...tantrums and all!
Maybe his teeth will come in at the same time he starts walking. But if they don't that's o.k. too. They will be here sooner or later. All in good time.
I wish Joel could have been here to see all of this.
As far as Sheba goes,I have reached the acceptance part of the grieving. There will always be a part of me that misses that nasty, old cat, but it gets easier to deal with as the days go by.
Boy, was she a bitch when she was younger! If anyone other than Joy or myself tried to get near her, they would risk loosing a finger, or a limb. Sometimes she would just go after someone for no reason whatsoever.
I remember a time when one of Joy's friends was sitting on the couch, and Sheba crept up behind her, growled, then smacked her multiple times in the back of her head...Thank God she was de-clawed.
I got a good laugh out of that one!
Tomorrow Joy goes to pick up her ashes. We have also ordered a cat funeral urn from Venice Clay to put the ashes in.
And yes, it does come with a lid.
Man, where does the time go?
The most incredible part of this journey so far has been watching him change as the days go by. He is standing on his own now and will take a few steps, but not quite full-on walking yet.
His personality is also rapidly developing...tantrums and all!
Maybe his teeth will come in at the same time he starts walking. But if they don't that's o.k. too. They will be here sooner or later. All in good time.
I wish Joel could have been here to see all of this.
As far as Sheba goes,I have reached the acceptance part of the grieving. There will always be a part of me that misses that nasty, old cat, but it gets easier to deal with as the days go by.
Boy, was she a bitch when she was younger! If anyone other than Joy or myself tried to get near her, they would risk loosing a finger, or a limb. Sometimes she would just go after someone for no reason whatsoever.
I remember a time when one of Joy's friends was sitting on the couch, and Sheba crept up behind her, growled, then smacked her multiple times in the back of her head...Thank God she was de-clawed.
I got a good laugh out of that one!
Tomorrow Joy goes to pick up her ashes. We have also ordered a cat funeral urn from Venice Clay to put the ashes in.
And yes, it does come with a lid.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
One is never prepared for death
August 14th 2007 is going on the books as one of the saddest days of my life.
I was off work on Monday the 13th and had noticed that Sheba, our 17.5 year-old cat, was losing huge amounts of hair off her back. She was also steadily losing weight and getting more lethargic by the day. She did appear to be eating, but not as much as usual.
It was obvious that something wasn't right, so I called my wife and she made an appointment with the vet.
To make a long story short, The vet ran some lab tests and observed her overnight. The labs came back and indicated severe liver damage.
I asked the vet if he could be more specific about the cause of the damage, but said he really couldn't tell at this point. He did say that she was responding to the IV fluids that they were giving her.
That all changed after she vomited up all the food they gave her in the afternoon.
After multiple phone calls and consulting the vet, we had decided the ethical thing to do would be to put her down.
There have been many days I thought about the inevitable with her, but felt that I would be ready when the day arrived.
No chance.
When I received a phone call from my sobbing wife asking if I wanted her ashes, I broke down crying like I had never done before. It was at that point reality smaked me in the face. This creature we have brought into our home and have shared 17+ years of good times with, will be gone forever.
Today she is gone. And it hurts like hell.
They say time heals all things, but sometimes I have to wonder.
Yes, at times she was a little pain in the ass, but we loved her none the less.
Some people say that it's rediculous to mourn over an animal. But what I think they fail to realize is that we mourn over the relationship that has been lost, along with the spot in our heart.
I was off work on Monday the 13th and had noticed that Sheba, our 17.5 year-old cat, was losing huge amounts of hair off her back. She was also steadily losing weight and getting more lethargic by the day. She did appear to be eating, but not as much as usual.
It was obvious that something wasn't right, so I called my wife and she made an appointment with the vet.
To make a long story short, The vet ran some lab tests and observed her overnight. The labs came back and indicated severe liver damage.
I asked the vet if he could be more specific about the cause of the damage, but said he really couldn't tell at this point. He did say that she was responding to the IV fluids that they were giving her.
That all changed after she vomited up all the food they gave her in the afternoon.
After multiple phone calls and consulting the vet, we had decided the ethical thing to do would be to put her down.
There have been many days I thought about the inevitable with her, but felt that I would be ready when the day arrived.
No chance.
When I received a phone call from my sobbing wife asking if I wanted her ashes, I broke down crying like I had never done before. It was at that point reality smaked me in the face. This creature we have brought into our home and have shared 17+ years of good times with, will be gone forever.
Today she is gone. And it hurts like hell.
They say time heals all things, but sometimes I have to wonder.
Yes, at times she was a little pain in the ass, but we loved her none the less.
Some people say that it's rediculous to mourn over an animal. But what I think they fail to realize is that we mourn over the relationship that has been lost, along with the spot in our heart.
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