Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Yes it's beginning to look alot like Christmas around here..... complete with glittered floors, storage boxes abound, and burned out light sets needing to be replaced. But the good news is I have been putting up a few projects here and there just to help me feel as though progress IS being made~!~
Posted by QueenBe at 1:11 PM
Friday, November 9, 2012
Call me crazy, but I have been listening to Christmas Carol's since before we carved our Halloween pumpkins. My cat Bowie, who I lost just a week ago, had a little bed in my art room, and I think he loved listening to the festive music as much as I do. Somehow he always looked even more content and cozy when Bing Crosby or Dean Martin played softly in the background. Yes I miss him dearly. But create I must, and recently I filled a custom order of winter white Christmas stockings at my shop, and these are the results. I love making these stockings. It gives me a chance to work with my favorite "color", white, and my favorite old lace, rhinestones and buttons. The only thing that could make it better is having my Bowie Cat by my side, softly purring to the music. .
Posted by QueenBe at 6:55 PM
Friday, November 2, 2012
One minute he was fine and literally the next minute he had lost all use of his back legs and whole back end, spine and all. I will never lose the image from my head of him dragging himself just before I gently picked him up. We rushed him to a 24 hour vet and after testing, they determined he had underlying heart disease, and a blood clot that had dislodged. My heart had already sunk low, but hearing her words to come, put my heart in places it had not been in a long time. The vet said that 9 times out of 10 when a cat has this happen, it cuts off all blood supply to the back end, and within hours the cat could be dead. She said it is one of the most painful things a cat can go through, but even in his pain he seemed so content to lay in my arms. Bowie was given a 5- 10 % chance of survival, IF we rushed him to MSU veterinary school and he had surgery to dissolve the blood clot but she reminded us that he would still have a weakened heart already and she highly recommended letting him go without suffering any longer.
So I held him in my arms as he went to sleep, his little head resting in the palm of my hand. We brought him home to bury, with so many of our other creatures.
Bowie was my little shadow and followed me wherever I went. He was definitely a cat of routine, and nightly he would remind me when it was time for bed so he could lay on my lap. Each morning, literally like clockwork, he would jump up into bed seconds after my alarm went off, to nudge me awake either by poking me gently with a paw, or touching his little nose to my face. Every hour inbetween he was there.
All I can say is how very very fortunate I feel that we were here at home when it happened. We could have been away for the day, or wake up to him paralyzed in the morning, or worse, at our cabin for 2 days then come home to him already gone. He would have suffered completely alone., no people who loved him surrounding him. When I think of that, I remember the words I once gave to a good friend who had just lost a dear pet.... that we need to be thankful for the small things, and let the positive somehow overshadow the negative. RIP Bowie Cat.
Posted by QueenBe at 7:43 AM