I've been eating a lot of yogurt lately, too. I figure tablets can't hurt, as well, as they've worked for my mom for so long.
That depends on what kind of tablet you are talking about.
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That depends on what kind of tablet you are talking about.
Whenever my hubby "fixes" things on my computer.
That comment has me circling back to thinking about my cat! I feel your 'pain'. Been almost obsessed with Sox lately what with her cancer, her care needs, and the rental agency. It's hard to stop feeling the way one does or to desensitise.
(Just a little update regards Sox. I sent back the rental agreement but crossed out the stipulation about the cat not being permitted within the dwelling. Apparently alterations are not allowed but I did it anyway and spoke to the agency. Initialled and signed for 6 months. She just sent back an approved copy for our records. It's a renters market right now, though I think it is definitely time we bought again).
If possible, and if a person is willing and able to take care of the needs of a home, I always suggest owning instead of renting.
I sure hope Sox is either able to pull through or gets the best life possible for the time she has left.
We spoiled our dog, Oreo, rotten when he developed lupus, but I don't remember any particular treatment for him at the time other than a cream for his snout where he had sores.
Sometimes you just cannot win. I've been there.
I hope you're able to find your solution soon. I understand how much trouble you've been having lately.
For me: I was supposed to install the "new" screen in my printer yesterday as I told my mom I would so she could leave feedback. I didn't feel up to it. I'll try to do it today.
Yep, I can relate to this one too.
When you care so much for someone you love and offer assistance constantly and are constantly shot down in terrible ways.
My wife actually told me the other day "I'm going to keep pushing you away", to which I responded with "I'll just keep coming back".
Unfortunately she's been unstable at best lately and sliding deeper into depression. She's looking at things the wrong way and talking about just giving up searching for answers if certain things don't go the way she hopes they do.
I offer encouragement and tell her that I'm not giving up looking for the proper answers, but it often falls on deaf ears.
My wife actually told me the other day "I'm going to keep pushing you away", to which I responded with "I'll just keep coming back".
Unfortunately she's been unstable at best lately and sliding deeper into depression. She's looking at things the wrong way and talking about just giving up searching for answers if certain things don't go the way she hopes they do.
I offer encouragement and tell her that I'm not giving up looking for the proper answers, but it often falls on deaf ears.
So sorry to hear that. I wish you well and hope you manage to break through and turn things around. I’ve been through a similar situation myself and I know there’s no answer, but good outcomes do happen.
We don't have our critters for long enough. Oreo has a neat name, was he chocolate coloured with a white belly? Sox came pre-named but has three white ankle socks and one longer sock. She had gone off her food and over Christmas I was at my wit's end, hubby was away and I was so desperate for her to eat. The vet just gave us an appetite stimulant for her. We changed vet and they had her on the table the same day.
Intestinal cancer is a nasty and aggressive one for cats. We had to feed her through a tube for a few weeks which was a struggle. However now she is eating on her own, fur coming back and quite demanding, just like her old self. They said two months to a year but I'm really hoping they got it all and it didn't spread. Apparently she's old. I didn't think thirteen was that old. When she's on form she's a player!
It's really hard being a carer for a loved one. Even hard not to get a form of depression yourself. I spent a good year - make that a bad year in support mode for a loved one in suicidal depression. To be honest the only way I knew to support him was to take it. And it was probably the most self-esteem degrading and soul destroying year of my life.
What helped was a really decent doctor, he managed the medical aspects of helping *us*. I'm grateful my loved one allowed to give the meds a chance. They helped him sleep more than anything. Another really deal-breaking difference came from having a project. My guy restored a car but even something small helps. It's having control and being constructive.
You are going to need to at some stage look after yourself too. Find someone to unload and talk to and value your worth. (It took me ages to accept people saying kind things to me after that year).
I'm so happy to hear she's doing better!
Age can be relative in cats depending on breed. I've heard that black cats tend to live longer than other cats. From what I've seen, it appears that way. I grew up with a black cat that lived long enough that he was legal to drink before I was.
My parents adopted two cats after I'd moved out, one was an orange tabby (I think...he was orange) and a black cat. Frank (the orange cat) ended up with cancer at about 12 years old or so. He was beyond help once my parents found out. His "brother", Trouble, the black cat, is now 21-22 years old (he was a kitten biting my hair when we went to my parents to watch the South Park episode, "Cartman Get an Anal Probe" on its first airing). He's still kicking, but has slowed down massively and lost tons of weight (we used to call him Tubby but is now not more than skin and bones). He doesn't play anymore and won't even clean himself. I've been concerned about him for a few years now, but he keeps going, thankfully.Oreo came with his name. He was about 4-5 when we adopted him when I was younger. He was an Akita-Norwegian Elkhound mix. He was brown and tan with some white. Not much resembling an Oreo cookie, actually. Once he was gone he had inspired my parents to get another Akita. Those are some beautiful dogs! Her grandmother, apparently, had set the standard for the breed. I have a book with her (grandmother) picture in it, but to be honest, it's been so long I couldn't identify which one is her.
Willow was a stray when our local humane society got her. They named her Mittens. She doesn't have visible "mittens", but she would drink with her paws. It's the damndest thing. She dips her paws into her water and drinks from her paws. Our other cat has picked this habit up from Willow. Willow also uses her two front paws like mitten-covered hands in a grippy way. We get why they named her that, but we wanted to rename her. It's okay...shelters tend not to use stray animals' "names" when taking care of them and leave it to their adopters to accept or change.
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I really enjoyed reading that.I'm so happy to hear she's doing better!
Age can be relative in cats depending on breed. I've heard that black cats tend to live longer than other cats. From what I've seen, it appears that way. I grew up with a black cat that lived long enough that he was legal to drink before I was.
Oreo came with his name. He was about 4-5 when we adopted him when I was younger. He was an Akita-Malamute(?) mix. He was brown and tan with some white. Not much resembling an Oreo cookie, actually. Once he was gone he had inspired my parents to get another Akita. Those are some beautiful dogs! Her grandmother, apparently, had set the standard for the breed. I have a book with her (grandmother) picture in it, but to be honest, it's been so long I couldn't identify which one is her.
Willow was a stray when our local humane society got her. They named her Mittens. She doesn't have visible "mittens", but she would drink with her paws. It's the damndest thing. She dips her paws into her water and drinks from her paws. Our other cat has picked this habit up from Willow. Willow also uses her two front paws like mitten-covered hands in a grippy way. We get why they named her that, but we wanted to rename her. It's okay...shelters tend not to use stray animals' "names" when taking care of them and leave it to their adopters to accept or change.
When I was little we had a Siamese cat but apart from Sox we've had dogs, since I've been married too. Chow chows and Peanut an 'Albastorgi' - Alsatian, Bull Terrier, and of course Corgi because corgis are low to the ground and somehow always manage to find themselves in the makeup of mixed breed dogs
Sox attached herself to me and then when she had me in her palm of her paw she moved onto hubby. I'm just the hired help as far as she is concerned now to which I'm grateful.
My housemate really, really, really wants a Corgi! 
While Obi had been the granddaughter of the dog that set Akitas' AKC standards, the breeder we got her from had two puppies. Part of our agreement was that we would have one of the two, whichever it was that she chose, spayed (I think they were both females). She thought about it a while and decided we would get Obi (my brother named her). That breeder kept up with us for quite a few years as she wasn't in it just for the money, but she truly loved her dogs. A couple of years after we adopted Obi from her, she came by (oh, Obi went nuts every time the breeder came by!) and told us that she had made a mistake and that she should have kept Obi so she could show and breed her rather than Obi's sister, whom she kept. I just cannot for the life of me see Obi as a show dog. Oh, she was beautiful beyond belief, but I couldn't see her restricted to that life. She loved life as a family member.
My parents talked to our breeder once Obi passed (sad story. ) but found out that she had gotten out of breeding Akitas because other breeders (at "buyers" requests) were breeding aggression into them and she wanted no part of that. I get that Akitas were Japanese royalty guard dogs, and Obi sure was protective of us, but who really wants that? No animal lover I know.
I love cats, dogs, hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, squirrels, trash pandas...you name it. If they have fur, I love them to bits. I'm not as much of a fan of reptiles and fish, etc, but I have relatives that are and I can totally respect them for it. I don't mind handling snakes, but I don't think I'd want one as a pet. Sometimes I wonder about a lizard of some sort, but then I decide against it. I even wanted a scorpion for a while. Not now.
Oh, your Chow Chow...what lovely dogs! I couldn't handle their maintenance, though. I stick to short-haired cats and dogs if I have a choice.
While Obi had been the granddaughter of the dog that set Akitas' AKC standards, the breeder we got her from had two puppies. Part of our agreement was that we would have one of the two, whichever it was that she chose, spayed (I think they were both females). She thought about it a while and decided we would get Obi (my brother named her). That breeder kept up with us for quite a few years as she wasn't in it just for the money, but she truly loved her dogs. A couple of years after we adopted Obi from her, she came by (oh, Obi went nuts every time the breeder came by!) and told us that she had made a mistake and that she should have kept Obi so she could show and breed her rather than Obi's sister, whom she kept. I just cannot for the life of me see Obi as a show dog. Oh, she was beautiful beyond belief, but I couldn't see her restricted to that life. She loved life as a family member.
My parents talked to our breeder once Obi passed (sad story.
) but found out that she had gotten out of breeding Akitas because other breeders (at "buyers" requests) were breeding aggression into them and she wanted no part of that. I get that Akitas were Japanese royalty guard dogs, and Obi sure was protective of us, but who really wants that? No animal lover I know.I love cats, dogs, hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, squirrels, trash pandas...you name it. If they have fur, I love them to bits. I'm not as much of a fan of reptiles and fish, etc, but I have relatives that are and I can totally respect them for it. I don't mind handling snakes, but I don't think I'd want one as a pet. Sometimes I wonder about a lizard of some sort, but then I decide against it. I even wanted a scorpion for a while. Not now.
Oh, your Chow Chow...what lovely dogs! I couldn't handle their maintenance, though. I stick to short-haired cats and dogs if I have a choice.
Today’s grumble:
Not enough sleep, weird dreams, head ache, tooth ache. Kids have realised I’m not at work and would rather stay home with me so are pretending to be ill. Work pressuring me to meet to discuss my return, but I’m not well. And I just had the last of the coffee.
Not enough sleep, weird dreams, head ache, tooth ache. Kids have realised I’m not at work and would rather stay home with me so are pretending to be ill. Work pressuring me to meet to discuss my return, but I’m not well. And I just had the last of the coffee.
There's coffee in that nebula