Foster is Sick

Foster

Many of you know my dog Foster (www.myspace.com/fosterthedog ). We have been really preoccupied with worry about him this week as he was very ill. He pretty much lost all his steam, became very lethargic and had no interest in anything. I took him to the vet as we had no clue what the problem could be...anything from bowel obstructions to worms or whatever. The vet didnt think it was a bowel obstruction and was leaning toward a parasite of some type, and treated him accordingly. He has not been NORMAL since I left for work on Sunday.

Yesterday he threw up a copious amount and there were undigested leaves in the vomit. He is prone, as is our other dog Tiny, to graze and eat foliage in the yard. We are thinking he got ahold of something poisonous.,.possibly Lantana, that caused the issue. The more I research the issue on the net, the more convinced I become that he was poisoned by Lantana.

Last night he seemed to be sparking back up...actually moving around and had some interest in his tennis ball. I was relieved to wake up this morning and find him standing at my door waiting for me with his tennis ball in his mouth. We went for a long walk, the first in a couple of days. He seems to be getting back to his old self...and I am not worrying as much.

Thinking of the possibility of him being gone, and seeing him suffer, absolutely broke my heart. He is a good guy.

Remembering Mom

Remembering Mom

Current mood:nostalgic

Today it has been one year since my Mom passed away. It hardly seems that long. I suppose I really should have packed up her house by now, but I just havent gotten around to it...in a year, LOL! At least I have the luxury of not being forced to do it...it isnt hurting anything sitting quietly. I go over every once in a while and putter...and I keep the yard groomed, etc...

I am glad she is not suffering. Each day, when I go to lunch with my brother, I see many elderly people who are suffering, but able to get out and about with help...at least they are LIVING rather than existing. When I get to a point where I am merely existing, I hope that my dispatch becomes prompt and eminent. As much as I miss my Mom, I am glad she is gone and no longer existing to suffer. I lost my Mom long before she ceased breathing.

I called her brother in San Diego the other day to check in on him...hadnt heard anything in awhile and was thinking the worst, but was pleased to get him on the phone and have a pleasant conversation. He is going to be 90 on his next birthday. He is the person in my family that I most relate to...we have similar outlooks, personality, and demeanor. He apparantly needs a procedure similar to my Mom, but is reluctant to do so and I cant blame him...my Mom never recovered, and also, c'mon, how invasive of a surgery does a 90 year old want to prolong his life? He goes to lunch and dinner by himself in the car each day, although he is giving up his license on this birthday. At least he is not stuck in a bed in a home somewhere, incoherant and unable to take care of himself.

That will not be me either, hopefully.

Here's to Mom...I think I will have to go eat at one of her favorite haunts in her honor this weekend.