Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Update on Uncle Winston.

Thank you so much for all your purrs and prayers for Winston. He got through the surgery ok and came home on Monday. He's having a lot of problems with muscle spasms that send his whole body flying. We think it scares him more than hurts him but it is still hard to see him this way. On top of everything the poor guy now has Cystitis. Even IF he could get himself into the litterbox alone... he can't go potty. He's not eating or drinking. So, Mommy and Grandma are taking him to the vet everyday to get squeezed and forcing little bits of food and water into him. If it's still a problem on Thursday, Uncle Winston has to get a kitty catheter and IV. He just can't win. So, PLEASE continue to purr and pray for him just a little longer until he's back up to par. (This picture was taken Monday, AFTER the infection had gone away enough to do the surgery. It's a little blurry but you can see why we got scared.) Again, thanks from our whole family for your purrs and prayers. We all appreciate it.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Uncle Winston has Sarcoma

Grandpa found a cyst on uncle Winston's paw on the 6th of August. Mommy and Grandma and Grandpa took him to the vet right away that day. Yesterday they got the last of the test results and found out that since it is a soft tissue cancer that we get to keep uncle Winston. He does have to have his leg amputated on Monday to make sure the cancer doesn't spread but Dr. Vogel is a wonderful lady that will take very good care of him. Please pray for our uncle Winston and Dr. Vogel too. We are scared but feel better knowing we caught it early.

Purrs & Prayers to all, C.C. & 'Nae

Monday, August 3, 2009

get the kleenex before your mommy reads this.

by Sandi Thompson
My family brought me home cradled in their arms.They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.I used to go for walks, often several times a day.They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.I now live in the shelter - without my family.They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.My life became so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why,They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup.I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up."You only have one day left." I heard the worker say.Does that mean I have a second chance? DO I GO HOME TODAY?