Now that we are approaching fall, one of the busiest times of the year here on Gooseberry Lane, I was thinking back on the beginning of 2012 and realized that I didn't give a final wrap-up on Fermata, my twelve-year-old tuxedo cat who suffered suppurative lymphadenitis this past winter. As you can see from the photo (taken with his brother, Chopin; Fermata is the one on the right), my baby is looking good. He has regained all his weight and is on methimazole, an anti-thyroid medication, twice a day. He still prefers the Science Diet Adult Light dry food, something I will work to replace with wet food at some point. One interesting remnant of the social time that was built in to the feeding tube routine: Fermata doesn't finish all his dry food anymore. He leaves some that he then likes to eat from my hand. I don't mind. It is only about a teaspoon and it takes just moments, really. I have the time and am pleased that Fermata still wants to hang out with "Mom." I'm not sure how the hand feeding thing will go over with the cat sitter, though, the next time I go on vacation.
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Inspired by a little-known picture book from the pen of Bethany Tudor, this is a diary, of sorts, where I document some of my thoughts, activities, and ideas as I explore the challenges met by the characters in the story: hard work, the care and nurture of others, housekeeping skills, life changes, charity, community, and cooperation, among others. Like Samuel and Samantha, the ducks in the tale, I struggle and succeed, cope and celebrate, work and play, handling the tasks that come my way. I invite you to join me on my journey.
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
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