God has a twisted sense of humour...

First of all, my apologies for my blatant lack of blog posts the last few weeks. Most of my waking hours (and many many sleepless nights) have been occupied with my stubborn refusal to listen to the vet regarding my 12 year old Doberman, Samson. My poor boy cries most of the night away and more often than not leaves me a present in the form of a poo that he couldn't get up to make. He always looks so embarrassed when that happens...

Fuck you Mr. Vet, I WILL get him through this winter! I've spent hours trawling the net and have asked all my butterflies for advice on how to deal with the fact that his legs don't want to work anymore and he is on every single remedy that was suggested - the way I see it something has to work!

As I write this I am still out of breath from the exertion of getting him on his feet. Ok, I did cheat a bit.... I mixed his food with some lovely oxtail stew and kept moving the bowl a few feet away to try to force him to move his poor old legs, even though it meant pushing him up from behind and holding him there. I'm very grateful that I have a strapping son who is as strong as an ox that could carry Sam down the stairs to the garden so that he could get some sun. Who knew a skinny muttley like he's become can get so heavy? I feel really guilty for all the times he was in trouble after getting on his hind legs to open my cupboards, steal my bra's (always the most expensive ones for some reason) and chew them to shreds. I would happily sacrifice all those bra's 10 times over to see him have the strength to do it again.

Yesterday I got some really sad news.... A friend of mine's Dalmation, my old pal Oscar was put down after an inoperable tumour was found in his stomach. Poor Occie! I keep thinking of the night when we were on holiday visiting our friends and I walked past Occie and put my hand out to pat him - he got startled and snapped at my hand. He didn't bite me so I know he didn't mean it. He looked absolutely mortified!! Later that night he brought me one of his favourite chew treats and put it down in front of me. When I didn't take it he picked it up and sort of flung it at me as if to say 'Here, this is for you and I'm really sorry...' It breaks my heart to know that he's gone.

I was with Hawtentawt last year when he had to have his beloved Didi cat put down. She had contracted feline leukemia and there was nothing they could do to ease her suffering. What I found interesting was the fact that cats get the disease by smelling the urine of an infected cat. Cats were designed to roam, you can't cage them and there's this disease out there they get by doing what comes naturally to them? WTF!? Watching Hawts say goodbye to Didi was one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed. Ever...

YET!!!!! A Koi, a fucking fish with the personality of a plank, has got an average lifespan of 40 years but man's best friend, our lovely muttleys are considered miracles if they live past 14, just what in the blue hell is that about???

A very angry/frustrated/pissed off GeeGee