Home At Last! with Patty Gironda

This is MadMaxx, my little rescue raised by Rottweilers. He's a sweet, affectionate male that would rather hang out with Zena, our female Rottie, than other cats. Thanksgiving evening he came home sick and wailing for his mommy! We weren't able to find signs of trauma or blood so we have to assume he ate something that didn't agree with his tummy. One of the reasons I bring this up, ibeing a holiday and not really understanding what was wrong, these type of events can lead to panic. Rather than panic . . I calmly placed a capsule of charcoal and milk thistle down his throat. The next order of business was to get him hydrated, since I had not seen him for twenty-four hours. We let him sleep til morning. The next day, I doubled his water intake and gave him another milk thistle. On his third day he asked for food and drank on his own. He's still weak but restly comfortably on his favorite chair. Just a gentle holiday reminder to stock up on pet necessities ...

These past few months have proved a challenge.  As a woman over fifty-I still believe I have many good creative years ahead- new adventures and challenges at work.  Unfortunatley, these past years  have challenged my good spirits and belief in the power of positive thinking and prayer.  I understand better that a lot of our power and confidence comes from the people and creatures who love and rely on our strength. It is humbling. . . I am faced with the loss of another old friend, Dunkin, our fifteen year old rescue from Dunkin Donuts-here in Newnan, Georgia.  Dunkin has always been a strong alpha male and even in his twilight years he commands respect and fear from those under him.  Thankfully, he has mellowed over the years and become a mama's boy! It's difficult to believe his time is near but he faces it bravely and has fought to hold on these past days.  Dunkin stopped eating suddenly and although he was never a big eater he began to co...