Shai and The Pirate Fitz (GA)
Member Since 2012
Hello to All -
First, my heartfelt condolences to family here who've lost their furrs since I last visited. It's so hard and my thoughts are with you.
Secondly, congratulations to all those who've achieved residence at The Falls. May your stay there be a long and healthy one.
I didn't think I'd be returning to the board with anything but to post news that the unthinkable has happened to my beloved Pirate Fitz. Instead, I'm here because miracles must be celebrated - even the small ones. Or perhaps, especially the small ones.
It's been almost two weeks since Fitzel has thrown HI and over 500 numbers. In fact, her numbers have joyously settled down into the 200's and 300's. I never thought I'd say that those numbers were God-sent, but never has morphed into a relative term. And, she's holding steady at 6.5 lbs. Down from her normal (used to be normal) 8lbs, but she hasn't lost any weight in the last two weeks either. I could feel it when I held her, but finally had to use the scale to be sure.
The Pirate's appy is fine, but she still cries lots because she's hungry from not digesting her food properly. I pretty much free feed her (much to the joy of our other babies who think free feeding is pretty cool) and she dives into whatever is in front of her.
She's still throwing up, but now it's not an every day occurrence. More like twice a week.
The vet can't explain this. All the Pirate's tests and her previous weight and fluid loss (the fluid from throwing up so much) told a bleak tale with the ending rushing our way.
Well, maybe the Vet can't explain it, but I've got a good idea - I believe all your prayers, which you so generously sent our way, added to our own, have given us this unexpected extra time to be together. Where I thought I'd be without my precious girl by Spring it now looks like maybe we'll be bringing in the greening season together. Each day is a gift. Each moment, cherished.
My brain cautions me to stay in the present, enjoy this amazing time, but don't believe this is anything more than a calm in the storm. But my heart is soaring with hope. Hope that Pirate Fitzel will make it to her 13th birthday - May 1.
She's on my lap right now. Curled up sort of on her back so I can scritchel her belly in between typing here. Her head is pressed firmly into mommy's tummy and I can feel the rhythm of her breathing. One of her paws is hooked over her nose, covering her left eye. The other eye squints and blinks at me, but I'm not fooled. She's sound asleep.
I'm so grateful to each and every one of you for your prayers for my Pirate. I know I'm terrible at answering everyone's heartfelt messages, but I printed them out and they are on my nightstand to be read often.
Hope lives. Day by day it can shine like the sun.
Right now, it's shining on us.
blessings to all;
Shai and The Pirate Fitz
First, my heartfelt condolences to family here who've lost their furrs since I last visited. It's so hard and my thoughts are with you.
Secondly, congratulations to all those who've achieved residence at The Falls. May your stay there be a long and healthy one.
I didn't think I'd be returning to the board with anything but to post news that the unthinkable has happened to my beloved Pirate Fitz. Instead, I'm here because miracles must be celebrated - even the small ones. Or perhaps, especially the small ones.
It's been almost two weeks since Fitzel has thrown HI and over 500 numbers. In fact, her numbers have joyously settled down into the 200's and 300's. I never thought I'd say that those numbers were God-sent, but never has morphed into a relative term. And, she's holding steady at 6.5 lbs. Down from her normal (used to be normal) 8lbs, but she hasn't lost any weight in the last two weeks either. I could feel it when I held her, but finally had to use the scale to be sure.
The Pirate's appy is fine, but she still cries lots because she's hungry from not digesting her food properly. I pretty much free feed her (much to the joy of our other babies who think free feeding is pretty cool) and she dives into whatever is in front of her.
She's still throwing up, but now it's not an every day occurrence. More like twice a week.
The vet can't explain this. All the Pirate's tests and her previous weight and fluid loss (the fluid from throwing up so much) told a bleak tale with the ending rushing our way.
Well, maybe the Vet can't explain it, but I've got a good idea - I believe all your prayers, which you so generously sent our way, added to our own, have given us this unexpected extra time to be together. Where I thought I'd be without my precious girl by Spring it now looks like maybe we'll be bringing in the greening season together. Each day is a gift. Each moment, cherished.
My brain cautions me to stay in the present, enjoy this amazing time, but don't believe this is anything more than a calm in the storm. But my heart is soaring with hope. Hope that Pirate Fitzel will make it to her 13th birthday - May 1.
She's on my lap right now. Curled up sort of on her back so I can scritchel her belly in between typing here. Her head is pressed firmly into mommy's tummy and I can feel the rhythm of her breathing. One of her paws is hooked over her nose, covering her left eye. The other eye squints and blinks at me, but I'm not fooled. She's sound asleep.
I'm so grateful to each and every one of you for your prayers for my Pirate. I know I'm terrible at answering everyone's heartfelt messages, but I printed them out and they are on my nightstand to be read often.
Hope lives. Day by day it can shine like the sun.
Right now, it's shining on us.
blessings to all;
Shai and The Pirate Fitz
