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Archive for August, 2007

Thank God for country vet prices. Even though we walked out of there with nearly $300 in charges we got a lot of work done.

ECG/EKG
Blood pressure
Blood chem
Urine sample
Thyroid test
Heartworm test
Tick fever test
Medicine to knock him out
Medicine to wake him up
Heartworm medicine

Everything came out normal. We are still waiting for the thyroid panel results. Should be a day or so.

So that leaves either thyroid or brain tumor. I’ve never prayed so much for somebody to have a thyroid problem. Gauge is the best baby on the planet. He rescued me when my grief over Reb’s kidnapping was overwhelming. He lifted me out of a state of despair unlike any human could have possibly done. I love him more than words can express. As much as I love my cats, and I really do love my cats, my love for Gauge far exceeds anything I’ve ever felt for any animal.

Like BJ is on the human side, Gauge is truly my soul mate in the dog world and Taz in the cat world. Pray, pray, pray for it to be his thyroid!

God really does know all things. As much as I felt sorry for myself yesterday when I walked out of the eye care place without glasses because of the price, I now know that God had bigger plans for that money. I’m so glad I listened and he spoke!!!

Edit: August 23 – Results back from the vet says – It’s not the thyroid.

What the heck is going on?! Mom says I’m really being tested, and I believe her. Last night, after pilling Taz and Tigger, feeding the horses, getting Devon medicated, going outside to clean Punkin’s wound and give him his antibiotic, coaxing and nurturing a feral momma kitty and her itty bitty baby, I came in (late as usual) to finish supper. As I was pulling a hot pot out of the oven, I hear Gauge (the dog) slipping and sliding and making all kinds of racket on the wood floor in the office.

Just as I was about to holler out to BJ to find out what the heck he and Gauge were doing, BJ hollers out at me, “Get in here, something’s wrong with Gauge!”.

Gauge was having a full blown seizure. What the heck?! After totally freaking out for what seemed an eternity, he came out of it, and acted just fine. But what makes an 8 year old dog suddenly have a seizure? Good grief. I listen to Devon through the baby monitor every night, terrified he’s going to have one, and now I have to worry over Gauge too?

Could it have been the new food? Could it have been the smoked oysters? Could it have been some wild exotic fungus he snorted up his nose while hunting for crickets and grasshoppers? I called the vet and he says the usual causes are heartworms, brain tumor or thyroid. Here’s hoping to a funky thyroid. My God…what will you send me next? I’m getting a little paranoid about these sick animals and kid. I’m not sure my nerves can take much more. I’ve spent every available dollar on vet bills the past 4 to 6 months. I’ve spent more at the vet these past few months than I have on all the animals combined, over their entire lifetimes.

What’s up with THAT?!

Please God, heal them all. Please.

I have created the perfect chocolate biscuit. The first batch I made were good, but pretty fudgy. This last batch? Ooo-la-la, boy oh boy, BABY! They were truly a biscuit. You could close your eyes and take a bite and your first thought would be “Mmmm, that’s a good biscuit. Wait…was that chocolate?!”

I can’t wait to send these to the folks. They are going to RAVE about these. Y’all go find you some strawberries and get ‘em sugared up ‘cuz Shelly’ll be sending you some really sinful biscuits here soon. Man!