My delightful daughter asked me how to create a blog today, while we were driving down to my Uncles Birthday party. She has decided that she wants to share her thoughts with the world. Dangerous thought for that kind of info ( being her head is filled with teenybopper stuff ) but I decided to set her up and shes now entering the world of bloggery.
I haven't written myself for a while, you know life, it always seems to get in the way of the best laid plans. But her new enthusiasm has triggered my interest again and made me realise just how much I actually enjoy and miss writing on here.
So here goes.
Last time I put finger to keyboard I was running through the line of awesome animals who have come through our lives, Some have come and gone, some some are still with us.
Instead of getting too deep into the life and times of the house hold fur babies. Ill sum up as best I can.
I left off with quite a menagerie of animals calling our family home.
In recent years this has changed slightly. Transzam as stated in her own special Blog entry left us. And Harmony, our little weird white tortoiseshell also took ill last year ( cancer) and passed away.
Before both left us though we had a new addition Shayde join the family. I think I have mentioned her before. She is now the sole survivor and we are all convinced she is satans cat and as been given to us solely for the purpose of reeking havoc. ( but that in its self is another story for another day).
We also Had my Princess join the family Miloh, She is a cockerspaniel, and my hearts joy. She is my third child. She joined us not long after Keltic passed away as a puppy and now is a very close friend with Cleo the Jack Russel. So from a menagerie we are down to two dogs and 1 cat, and for now, its nice this way.
I love animals and both C and I both stop near the windows at the pet stores were the pups and kittens play , our minds contemplating " hey whats one more to add to the family" but foe now sensibility holds and we are not accepting additions.
That doesnt mean though if a lost soul wandered up to the door we would not accept it in with open arms, We are after all animal lovers and the owners of the local animal arc,
Anyway, Today after a yummy avo tea with birthday celebrations for my uncle , We headed home . My darling girl C, was as always a mouthful of chatter, about the usual teenager stuff. Who likes who, who doesn't like who and who think that they like this person when really they don't because they like this person,
She is very articulate I think for a teenager, and i only caught the odd. " its like Umm you know"
Year nine is a year of discovery for teenagers. Its a time when they turn from gawky kids into the terrifying teenage girl, we are well into the Oh Id die for him when referring to music icons, and walls plastered with posters. Make up and hair products adorn the dresser now and it seems leaving to go somewhere now seems to take a lot longer than it did last year.
She has kept her compassion though , and her pure soul, which is something I'm glad to see. I ve always considered her as a innocent , a child who when she was young couldn't see and understand why some people did such cruel things to each other.
I remember a conversation we had when she was probably around 6 and I was explaining with in her ear shot, that one of my work mates had had a particularly bad day and had left the office in a bad mood. C looked at me and signed, then went on to say," maybe she just needed someone to give her a hug, then she would have known she was loved"
from the mouths of babes-sometimes the simplest remedies are derived.
She still holds that inner calmness and simplicity although it has jaded slightly with the harshness of high school. She has learnt that you cant always expect people to do the right thing or behave the right way and in life you will be disappointed,
Its something that has taken a toll on her optimism and every now a then i hear it in her words.
Its sad that we bring these little darlings into world where if they are too " good" then they are disadvantaged.
And they get taken advantage of.
I suppose as parents its our job to keep the balance, teach them morals and right from wrong but also teach them to stand up for what they believe in and to not believe everything that they see or hear . And yes there are some frootloops out there who wan no more than to hurt you cause you pain.
Its our job I suppose to help them see these pitfalls and guide them through.
I'm heading into a new phase of life now with K now graduated and out of school and C in the high school years, Life is different, and although I'm their mum now a guidance councilor too,
Its rewarding and so enjoyable to watch them mature and grow . But I will admit, I also feel a niggle of sadness, as It dawns on me ...
My babies are not babies anymore..
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
I haven't posted in a while, life's little trials and endevours have distracted me. But today , sitting in my hotel room in Canberra, im now feeling like putting words to my thoughts.this has been a tough few days. I've spoken of the great Tranzam in earlier posts. She is my old tabby cat that has been with me since k was a youngen. The winter had hit her hard this year and unfortunately she Wasn't strong enough to fight anymore. She passed away in her sleep last night. I hated to leave her, as I knew in my heart she was only just holding on. But this entry is not to morn her loss but to celebrate her life. She was one in a million. She was quirky and aloof, we were her owners, but she defenitely owned us. She was independent , strong and the boss of all furred inhabitants in our house. As a kitten she was natures menace and although I tried to stop her on numerous accounts I have lost count to how many times she displayed her kills on my doorstep.she was a mother twice to two sets of kittens. Showing a softer side, a gentler side. She mellowed in her old age. Slowing with age but never in attitude. Tranzam was a special lady who brought a lot of love and joy to those who she chose to be her family. The house will be missing something without her. So here's to the cat that walked in the door on a hot summered knight. Who decided that she would call us home. Who chased our feet, owned the couch , and demanded to be fed by moving the bowl with her foot continuously untill her demand was met. May there be loads of field mice to chase, hot fires to warm that fat belly , and so much milk and honnied ham that you can stand.RIP Tranzam . You've earnt it.
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Years moved on, I was now a single parent as my relationship with AJ ended. I had also returned to work, trying to give my children the future they deserved.
Within this time, we had a few pets come and go, but I wanted to dedicate this entry to my beloved boy Keltic, who had been by my side since I first moved out of home so many years before.
He was still my big black wolf, but the years where starting to show and his gait was showing the weathers of time.
One day, it was a blustery afternoon as I recall, I went out the back to fill up water bowls and feed Cleo and Keltic, when I noticed he didn’t great me at the door as per usual.
I walked towards the lawn, thinking he must be rummaging around in the compost heap as per usual and didn’t hear me call.
But he was resting on the lawn, under the shade of the jackerander tree.
I called him, tapped my legs, and expected him to come running as he usually did. But he lay there, looking at me, wagging his tail, but not getting to his feet.
This is where I became aware something wasn’t right. I tried to coax him to his feet but he let out a yelp of pain and again sat down.
It took me quite a lot of effort to drag him inside, I had a perforated disc myself at this time and this made it all the more difficult.
After a visit from the mobile vet, I was told he had done his cruciate ligament.
And in a dog of his size and age, there wasn’t much they could do. Keltic was rocking on 17 at this time, and his health was deteriorating. She gave me drugs and pain killers, and slowly after months of lying around and being assisted in movement he began to slowly improve.
This was however the beginning of the end for my wolf.
He never recovered completely, his walk now was labored, and although not in pain, a walk around the block was enough now to keep him happy. A far cry from the hour long treks we used to do when he was younger.
I became aware one day that there was a little lump under the corner of his eye, it looked like a wart or mole, but it was not there before. Over a few weeks it went away, but he began to snort and sneeze. Again I called for the vet, and after x-rays they said there was a growth in his nose. The tests were expensive, but the vet said it didn’t look good and I should consider my options. Them being put him down now, and end it while he was in the early stages. Or hold off and see how the disease progressed and take it day by day. I thought long and hard about this decision, but as he wasn’t really in pain, and still seemed happy in his existence, I decided on the latter.
It was a year and a half later, his weight started to drop and he started to look like I was mistreating him. We tried everything, feeding 3 times a day, weight and fat gaining formulas. But although skinny and gaunt, he was still as happy and according to the vet, pain free.
Around this time, we got Miloh, she was my tax return impulse buy. A golden Cocker Spaniel Pup who was absolutely adorable. ( I’ll talk more about her story in my next entry)
Keltic was slowing down rapidly now, and I had got used to him sleeping under the kitchen table. I knew his time was marked when the left side of his head started to swell and his eye rolled back and could no longer be seen.
He couldn’t walk now, he just laid there and it became habit every morning to clean up after him. I placed Miloh next to him, as he lay there, showing him this little pup and hoping he would respond. Amazingly enough, even though he was sick and hurting, and unable to stand, he wagged his tale ever so gently and raised his nose to nuzzle her. I placed her next to him and she snuggled up next to him between his front feet.
The next morning I called the vet and as I sat on the floor with his body draped across my legs his head in my hands, she helped him move on. Unlike Nizmos passing, Keltics was peaceful and although I cried for several days afterwards. I knew it was his time and that I had had 18 years of the best companionship any dog owner could have asked for. When he took his final breath, shaky and hollow, Cleo, our Jack Russel , his compardre, howled from the window. It was a haunting farewell to her companion and friend.
Keltic was a special dog, he was proud, enthusiastic, cheeky, intelligent, fiercely loyal and protective.
He loved playing ball, going for long walks and socializing at the beach. He enjoyed smackos, could unscrew a 2ltr coke bottle in a few seconds and loved fetching a ball from the bottom of a basin of water.
He was my boy, who walked at my side, protected me when I was alone and defended my children with a low growl and a raised lip from under their bassinet.
We buried him along side Nizmo, in the back garden , and even now when I’m in that corner, I feel like I can hear his panting.
That corner in the garden , where the tree and the fence meet. Will forever be known as Keltics Corner.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Returning home to the house I grew up in changed so many things in our lives, this was a time of great change in our family. And these events that happened in this time structured the future events that landed me where I am today.
But this section is about the little furry friends who joined us and left us along the way. So for now Ill simply focus on them.
I will return to this time and date in other blog entries, when the rest of the story will need to be told.
But for now, let’s move on.
We stayed at mum and dads for 18months, the four of us and our two cats and 2 dogs. Ebony was older now, Tranzam was as wiry as ever, and unfortunately pregnant for the second time. She had a set of kittens with us when we first found her, 4 in all, and I had managed to find homes for all of them. But as this move was unpredicted and forced on us quite quickly, this new pregnancy was not as welcome. She had always been an awesome mother, even to the first set of kittens. Her devotion was amazing; she looked after them meticulously, seeing to their every need.
She again had four in her second litter. I remember the night they were born clearly. We were all at the dinner table e talking as a family does and she slowly came over to me, smooched me a few times, (as she always did) and then ever so gently mouthed my hand. I looked down at her and she smooched me again. Tranzam was not known for being over friendly, she wasn’t a cuddle cat. Hated being picked up and would never sit on some ones lap. But she was adamant that night that I needed to be with her. She slowly walked to our room, looking back at me as she went, as if waiting for me to follow.
When I didn’t at the start, she came back to the table, again meowed at me and mouthed my hand. This time, I did follow, and she quietly jumped into the box I had set up for her next to the bed. I watched her have her 4 kittens, helping her clean and set them up.
All were very cute, two boys two girls,
As before, her mothering skills were exceptional, she raised them well, protected them from the prying canine eyes that were all around her.
As before I found them all homes, and then vowed Tranzam's time as a mum was over, and we got her sterilized.
Fortunately we found a way to get our own home, and after the 18 month break at mum and dad’s we were set again to venture out alone. Our new home was in Langford and we moved, firstly just us and the furniture while we set up house and accommodations. My pets stayed with Mum and slowly bit by bit we collected them, bringing them to their last home, one they could spend the rest of their lives at.
Tranzam joined us first, followed by Keltic and Gypsy (who later moved on to live with P).
It was decided at this time, that Ebony would not make the move; she was getting old, and seemed settled at mums with her two cats.
I hated leaving her behind, but she was stressed before we went to mums and was suffering from allergic reactions.
But since being at mums she had calmed and was now all relaxed again. She was getting on in years also. So although not all that happy to leave her. She stayed where she was happiest, under mum’s fern bush.
The new house was awesome, the pets loved it, and Keltic had a huge yard to hoon around in again. And Tranzam had a native garden to patrol.
AJ bought me a special Valentine’s Day gift that year, a small beautiful dashund X wire hair jack Russel terrier. We called her Nizmo and she was my heart and soul. I adored her, she was obedient, and loyal and such a funny little thing. Her fear of tranzam was very comical. And she was such a devoted little dog, even if a little silly at times.
She was the last gift AJ ever gave me before we separated and went our separate ways. This made her all the more my comfort during those dark days, and her little dark eyes and wet nose pulled me through many a sombre moment.
Unfortunately, due to a melee of uncontrollable events, one summer day, my little angel that had done so much for me was taken from me, in the most brutal way possible.
It was a normal day, a day with bright sunshine, and warm breezes.
I was out and about with my best friend who I had spent some many days with since my separation; her family had become my surrogate family.
We were on our way home, planning a BBq dinner at her house as we usually did on the weekend, I had left my kids at her house while we went shopping, and was heading home briefly, to let Nizmo out of the house for a toilet brake. She had been locked in all day. And although quite capable to hold it that long, I thought a pit stop was in order.
This is where the events of the day caused disaster.
That morning, I didn’t lock Nizmo in the laundry as I always did. I left her to run free in the house. When I pulled up in the drive way, I didn’t pull right up to the car port as I usually did; I left the car down near the road. For what reason, to this day I do not know why I changed my usual routine.
When I went to my door, I was carrying parcels, and was juggling things in my hands. Usually I always put things down when opening the front door, as Tranzam loved to try to scoot past me.
This time however, I decided to hold onto my cargo and try the door.
The key went in as per usual, and then time slowed like it does in the movies as the series of unfortunate events took place to end in disaster.
Nizmo ran out the front door, bouncing and happy to see me, excited I had returned.
I jumbled and juggled my parcels opting to quickly throw them through the door and then return to pick her up and give her a cuddle.
As I did the car door being open caught her eye, and she yelped and bounced all the more bolting across the lawn in excitement at the idea of going for a ride. I called after her, and tried to follow as fast I could but she was too fast. She stopped mid step, realizing that the front door of the car was open and my friend V saw her, called her and opened the back sliding door.
(Nizmo never went through the front door of a car; she was trained to only go in the back)
So seeing the other door move, and hearing me calling her to get in, (as she wasn’t listening to the come here command due to the excitement) she changed her mind at the door and proceeded to run around behind the car to enter through the rear sliding door.
My heart stopped as at the moment she circled the bumper at the rear, (which was ever so close to the road as I had not parked up the driveway like usual) a commodore came around the bend and clipped her.
She was only the size of a large cat and I heard the thump then the yelp and then the crunch.
All I could hear was my heart beating as I raced to the road, and saw her shaking on her side, her legs stiff in shock.
The driver of the car slowed, looked back and then continued, not interested in the damage that had just unfolded.
V said I screamed “no!” but I do not recall it, all I remember is scooping her little broken body into my arms and holding her. She was alive, her eyes looked at me in fear, but I could feel the life leaving her in the stream of blood that soaked my top.
I jumped into the passenger seat, and V took the wheel, we raced to the Murdoch hospital, hoping she could hold on. But she trembled less, and even with mouth to mouth, (which I preformed willingly) her chest slowed and her body softened.
We pulled up and raced inside, my heart still hoping that we had made it, but I knew she was gone, as they took her from my arms.
I was soaked in her blood, and I watched the white doors close before me.
It was 20 mins that seemed like hours when the nurse came to see me, she told me that there was little hope to begin with and that she would have gone on impact or shortly after.
This I already knew, but it still didn’t stop the blade that cleaved my heart when she said it. I know now, looking back on it, that I had substituted all my love to Nizmo, my break up and loneliness had been soothed by her. I had focused all my love and joy on this little wonder and it made the nights not seem so long or so dark.
She had also helped the kids through dark times. she had showed them joy and made them laugh in a time when laughter and smiles were hard to find.
At this point I have to say, my world stopped for a second time. I don’t remember getting home, all I know is that I ended up sitting on V’s bed with such an empty feeling inside.
V didn’t know what to do, we hadn’t told the kids, and she could see how much I had lost my way. She called my best friend P (Gypsy’s new owner) and sought his help. As he had been my rock throughout the troubled times of my separation.
P was a friend of AJ’s but stayed close to me and the kids after the split. We owed him so and his support was a welcome blanket at this time too.
I‘d have to say Nizmos death was one of the darkest moment in our lives. It showed me how much we truely love our sidekicks.
It took time and love to pass this dark time. But eventually we moved on. We remember her now with smiles and laugh at her funny habit, her may of digging pretend holes in our beds and her tiny curled tail that wagged uncontrollably when she was excited. Even though, just reliving her passing for this story has brought that heaviness back slightly in my heart. And as before, my eyes tear reliving it.
I was a single parent now, and after nearly 6 months I took the plunge and bought a Jack Russel pup home from the pet shop, we called her Cleo, and although not Nizmo, she filled a gap, a hole. Keltic accepted her as he did Nizmo, he was still my beautiful boy, and I found great solace in his thick black coat.
Cleo was, as any Jack Russel owner will attest, a handful; she was full of energy, loved to destroy things and never stopped. It was soon evident after a barragement of destroyed slippers, and Barbie dolls and shredded oranges from the cupboard that she was destined to be an outside dog. She was banished to the back yard, at first only temporarily, but as we discovered her enjoyment to all things out doors, it became a permanent arrangement. We made Ketic and Cleo a large kennel, and they soon ended up sleeping curled up together and became the best of friends.
In the coming years Harmony joined us, a little tortishel kitten, she was a gift from a fried, who had too many kittens and no one to give them too.
Harmony was gentle, talkative, and very cuddly; she adored CH, and followed K around like a lost soul. She was the complete opposite to Tranzam, she loved to be held, and cuddled, she would spend hours on your lap, purring up a storm. She even had a fondness to playing dress up with CH and was not upset at all in wearing baby clothes or riding in prams.
So now the family was back to 2 cats, Harmony and Tranzam and 2 dogs Keltic and Cleo.
Including Dawn and Angel, the two hooded rats (another gift) we were at capacity.
Our family was mending, and life was moving on.
There were still a few trials and tribulations to navigate, but those were further down the track. And a story best to be saved for another time.
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Living in Willeton was a time when our family changed. Kitt Katt still chased after those nine lives.
She took a liking to crossing Collins road to roam around the park that was adjacent to our house.
Collins road was a very busy road, and no matter how many times I tied to persuade her not to, she still took the chance and crossed .
One night, I opened the glass back door as per usual at around 6 pm to call “the girls” inside for their dinner. I tapped the can, and in the darkness I could hear a tinkle of a bell, then a set of yellow eyes. Ebony came merrily up to me, smooched my leg and proceeded inside.
I tapped the tin again, but no Kitt Katt.
With Ebony around my ankles I kept peering into the darkness. But she was not there. AJ scoffed at my concern, saying she would be fine. And to try again later.
Reluctantly I did, and proceeded to feed the dog and do some other chores.
It was around 9:30 when I tried again, but still she was nowhere to be seen, I went out the front, scanned the road as the cars went past, but could not see any trace of her.
AJ again reassured me that she was fine, and that as always she would be back the next morning. I decided he may be right, and went to bed.
In the morning, AJ was up early getting K his juice, and getting ready for work. He went out to the car to get his sunglasses and came back inside with a grey expression on his face.
I knew as soon as I saw him she was gone. I slowly walked out the front door and looked at the busy road, my heart sank. And I closed my eyes.
“Its ok, I’ll fetch her, Ill sort it” AJ said quietly. And I turned and went back inside.
I knew that one day the car would win................
It was also around this time, a stray dog joined our family, we named her Gypsy, and she was a Doberman Sheppard cross and bonded with Keltic as soon as they met.
She also bonded with K who was now around 3. They played army crawl in the grass in the garden and they chased the bad guys around the peppermint tree. She watched his every move, Keltic how ever was more content to just sit by my side and watch.
We were out walking one night, just me, AJ and K on his little red trike. And as we rounded the block near the park, a small tabby cat sprang out at us. She was wild and gangly. And had huge green eyes. She sidled up sideways to K on his trike and then took off up the street in front of us and up a verge tree.
We all laughed, and kept walking, but noticed after around 4 houses that she was still following us. “Ignore her” I said as K was playing with the little bundle of energy.
We continued to walk, and AJ chased her briefly to discourage her from following us.
We looked back again, and she was nowhere to be seen. I was Sad to see her go, but happy as she had returned home.
As we walked up to the front door, which had two huge bottle brushes in front of it. I pulled out the key, turned the lock and opened the door.
K had left his trike in the car port and stepped through the door. And as I went to follow him, I felt something push past my feet. I looked down and quickly stepped back to see that small gangly tabby cat walk through our front door after K and into the kitchen.
AJ and I looked at each other, and went inside.
We walked into the kitchen, and there she sat on the floor licking herself.
Ebony walked up to her, and sniffed, hissed and walked away.
From that day onwards she stayed with our family. AJ called her Tranzam because of her speedy race way antics in the house.
And she is still with us now, the oldest standing four legged member of the house. She’s a little slower now, and chubbier, but still has that wild side and plays with the claws out.
She’s had her fair share of run ins. She’s had her tail “de flocked” by me unfortunately shutting it in the door. she’s been in many a back yard cat scrap with the neighborhood felines and even took on the family car and gained a broken pelvis. But she’s still going. And still has the same attitude that she joined us with.
Gypsy stayed with us for a few years, but her size and her love of guarding proved too much for us. We ended up giving her to one of our dearest friends who was in need of a guard dog after his house was robbed twice in one week. Gypsy and her new owner bonded instantly and as he was a bachelor at the time, he spoilt her with T Bone steak for dinner and a loving home.
Although we missed her, we knew that she was happier doing what came so naturally for her. She was born to be a guard dog. And with P she got to be what her breed meant her to be.
Collins road also nearly claimed Keltic . He also took on the road and its traffic and fortunately he won. He lost some skin, and had a nasty wack, but after a vet stay returned home.
That accident was also the pre limb to us moving, I wasn’t happy at this stage to live on such a busy road, especially now, that my second child CH had been born. The landlord forced our hand in weeks to come, as the owners decided to sell the house. And this was the event that lead us to retuning to my childhood home, family in tow until we could regain our footing and strive out alone again. Sometimes, taking a step backwards to regroup, means a stronger step forward in the future.