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How do you grieve? Refuge in Grief talks about different expressions of grief, in those of us who don't necessarily cry.
"Real" grief means you cry all the time, right? Wrong! Real grief looks like a lot of different things, and no one way is the right way. But what if your par...
Thanks for the senior pet care tip, Pet Hospice!
#puzzle #toys are one of the best things you can give to your #seniorpets. TIP: make sure you account for the #treat #calories and subtract that from your pet’s daily calorie count. (Thanks to my girl Lollie for being such a model 😊)
Breathe. Very important.
What are the new ways you are learning to breathe?
How are you continuing to live, despite your grief and heartache?
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Happy 20th birthday Auggie!
GOLDEN GIRL: This 20-year-old pup named Augie is believed to be the oldest living golden retriever ever 💛 HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUGIE!
A warm, cozy thought for today.
Nice senior kitty care tip.
Thank you, Pet Hospice!
#seniorcat #care #tip 🐱💜
Nice self care advice here, when going through the trauma of a loss
The first weeks and months after an out-of-order death are a world unto themselves. At that initial time of impact, few things bring comfort. It’s not an ordinary time, and ordinary rules do not apply. Here are some of my survival rules from those early days.
1. Safety first. Do it for yourself, if you can. Do it for others if you must.
2. Drink. Drink water.
3. Move. In whatever ways your body might be able to move, movement can help. Not because it solves anything, but because movement, itself, as you're able, can make things different.
4. Get outside. There is a lot to be said about being in places that don’t need anything from you.
5. Tend something. Whatever the reason why, tending something seemed to help. It did then, and it still does now.
6. Read. My notes from back then say simply: it seems to put you in a better place. NOTE: No matter how much of a book person you were before your loss, your capacity to read has most likely been impacted by grief. Some grieving folx find audio books easier to consume. My book is also available in audio book format.
7. Shower. Really. The same goes for sweeping the floor or any other seemingly tedious and irrelevant task of hygiene. Really. You will feel just the tiniest bit better to be clean.
8. Eat. This is a tricky one. Some people eat under stress; some people, like me, lose all desire or interest in food. Do what you can.
9. Do not turn your anger on yourself. This is what you are doing when you think you aren’t doing this right, that you’re the one messing up your continued connection, that you should be better at this. Notice you’re angry. Call it that. Name it for what it is, don’t turn it on yourself.
10. Say no. Say yes. You cannot afford any big drains to your energy, and you can’t afford to miss too many ways to replenish it. Say no to what drains you further, say yes to what might offer even the smallest respite or support.
How about you? What are some things you find useful? Are there ways you anchor yourself, or rules that help guide you? If you feel you have passed through that initial time, can you look back and see what helped? Let us know in the comments
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What qualities of your beloved friend do you aspire to nurture and live on in you?
Take care of each other.
Here is a lovely bit of healing music, performed virtually by artists around the world.
Peace to your home today.
We are thrilled to present the premiere of a new virtual performance by a group of international choral all-stars! 'My Soul Is a Candle' is the fifth movement from Jake Runestad’s 'The Hope of Loving.' "It is our hope that this performance will reach and connect to many people around the world -- for our audiences to see that classical music, particularly choral music, is inclusive regardless of race, background, choral and orchestral affiliations," they say. "And bring love and hope through the music of Jake." Enjoy! 🎶
Words by the 16th-century Spanish Carmelite friar St. John of the Cross from Daniel Ladinsky’s collection 'Love Poems From God':
My soul is a candle that burned away the veil;
only the glorious duties of light I now have.
The soul is a candle that will burn away the darkness;
only the glorious duties of love we will have.
Tenderly, I now touch all things, knowing one day we will part.
Performed from the homes of 20 artists from around the world:
ALIISA BARRIERE, EMILY BLACK, ALMOND BOLANTE, AMY BROADBENT, KEIRAN CAMPBELL, MARK ANTHONY CARPIO, JONATHAN COOPER, CECILIA DUARTE, LIDIA DEENG, ELLIOT ENCARNACION, MICHELE KENNEDY, ENRICO LAGASCA*, BIANCA LOPEZ*, PAT PAGE, KITBIELLE PASAGUI, JOSE PIETRI-COIMBRE, ERICH SAMALANG, ELEONORE SIAN, JET TORRES, CLARE WHEELER
This is such a touching story about Bob and his person.
Hodder & Stoughton and James Bowen are saddened to announce the death of Bob the cat on 15 June at the age of at least 14 years.
James, a recovering addict, first met Bob in 2007 when he found him abandoned and injured. James took care of Bob who in turn gave him a reason to get up each morning. They quickly became inseparable, busking and selling The Big Issue on the streets of London.
In 2012 Hodder & Stoughton published James’ first book, A Street Cat Named Bob, telling his and Bob’s extraordinary story. The book was a publishing sensation, selling - along with its sequels The World According to Bob, A Gift from Bob and The Little Book of Bob - more than eight million books in more than forty languages, and was made into the film in 2016 starring Luke Treadaway as James. Bob appeared in the film as himself and will appear in a sequel, A Gift from Bob, later this year.
As James and Bob continued to find fans all over the world, Bob led an incredible life meeting well-wishers at book signings, travelling the world and coping with feline fame. He was an extraordinary cat who will be greatly missed.
James Bowen says “Bob saved my life. It’s as simple as that. He gave me so much more than companionship. With him at my side, I found a direction and purpose that I’d been missing. The success we achieved together through our books and films was miraculous. He’s met thousands of people, touched millions of lives. There’s never been a cat like him. And never will again. I feel like the light has gone out in my life. I will never forget him.”
Thank you, Pet Hospice, for this tidbit on pain signs.
Thanks, Lady Bug Art!
This just speaks to you in so many ways . . . ❤️
(Courtesy of Lady Bug Art)
Kitties: so clean, yet they do things like this. 😁
Nice thoughtfulness in this writing 😌
The human animal bond is so amazing.
We wanted to share our sincerest and heartfelt sympathies to Rachael Ray (Rachael Ray Show) her husband John Cusimano, who are mourning the loss of their dearly beloved dog, "Isaboo." A donation to the IAAHPC has been made in memory of you, sweet kiddo.
Indeed, talking about them turns out to be one of the most important ways to hold them close.
Nice review here, including ways to cope with grief, some nice ideas on memorialization, and a nice little list of resources at the end 🕊💭
summitvetsblog.com Navigating the loss of a companion animal is a challenging and painful experience on it’s own, however when grief is interrupted a painful experience can be intensified. As the pandemic of COVID-19…
In memory of Max, written by his loving human, Katie ❤🧡💛💙
Max the Cat and I: A Story.
I met the first animal (of my own) and first cat (of my own) Max, when I was 22 years old getting ready to move into my first apartment with two roommates in downtown Madison. Busy E. Wash and 1st St. The friend who owned Max (since a kitten) was named John. The first time John and I hung out, I picked him up at his old apartment and while standing in the doorway I saw Max, looking down from the staircase, intently interested in either getting out, or coming to greet me. I commented to John that Max was “the weirdest looking cat I’ve ever seen”. Max’s eyes were circular and wide, not almond shaped, which made him distinct from other cats. John and I left. The next time he and I hung out was unplanned; still living with my parents then (during college) our interactions were turbulent and I needed to leave the house. John gave me a temporary place to stay. While he was at work, I laid down for a nap before my night shift at the second job. I’m getting cozy in bed, and then I feel Max jump and begin walking on me. I immediately felt scared and unsure of what to do, so I froze up. Max kept coming closer to me and then he laid down right beside my pillow exposing his belly. I didn’t know what to do. At all!
That negative opinion on cats wasn’t always with me in life. During my childhood, Papa Dunn would call me to tell me new kittens were born on the farm, and I would rush there on my Dragster to meet them. Then, a few years later, my parents pumped into my head that cats can’t “love” the way a dog does. I once fell in love with a reddish brown kitten from the farm, whom I named Murphy. When I asked my parents if I could have him at home, my dad told me he had been stepped on by a cow and crushed, verbally taunting me about the amount of innards he found. Throughout those years into my teen-hood and up, I saw my dad shooting perfectly friendly and healthy barn cats, and listened to him complaining about new cats that showed up at the house. My mom was vocal about her feelings that all cats do is hiss, pee, scratch, bite and attack. At that time we had a family dog, Jesse, and I sold the idea to myself that I was strictly a “dog person”. Now a day I find “dog person” or “cat person” to be a narrow minded ideal.
Max honestly changed my life. After John, Human Max, their cats and I all moved in together, Max Cat and I became acquainted. Max started sleeping in my room and being my shadow around the apartment. He and I became extremely close and was distanced from John. When our lease was up, my roommate Max and I found a new place on Kedzie St and I had to leave Max. I never thought I would see him again. I was devastated. A few months after moving into the new apartment, I heard from John. He told me animals weren’t allowed at the new place he lived, and asked if I could have Max. My world was wonderful in that moment; I cried happy tears. John left him in a carrier at the door with food, and I never heard from him again. I wish I could let him know Max has passed on.
Max’s companionship was like nothing I had experienced before, and I truly believe he had a lot to do with my healing journey. Max had been there for me through challenging family drama, health / mental health issues, med changes, hospital stays, friend / family loss, a painful breakup, and a situation that required a lot of strength; being a stepparent for eight years. Max even improved my breathing. Palpitations and panic ruled my body for quite some time, and I could hear myself gasping when trying to finish a simple sentence. Max’s purring and affection turned my breathing into a steady rhythm. He was incredibly soothing. I felt purely at peace. During that time I was agoraphobic; it was only him and I together for multiple weeks. When I hit my 30s I went down in anxiety med dosage considerably. I have so much to thank him for and I did, as he transitioned to wherever he was going.
We took care of each other well. The only health issues that arose for him were urinary tract infections and crystals, later progressing to kidney disease. He was diagnosed in 2016. Max had been on a special diet which catered to renal health. Towards the end, he stopped eating it and wanted more fresh meat and anything he could get outta the humans! Max was basically a hospice cat this past year and a half. Our vet and I decided since his kidney disease was beginning to starve him, that anything I could get in him would be acceptable, so he pretty much was spoiled in the food realm! He would yell and yell for goodies. He would even (literally) herd anybody into the cat room for his favorite treats! Which by the way... if I live into my elderly years, please just give me all the food if I have an appetite! I did for him as I’d want done for myself during those times.
The last two days together were difficult to go through. For us both. He started making a high pitched, deep diaphragm, melancholic yowl in all four corners of the house. He seemed senile to me, and every time he would get up and walk around restlessly, I would find him and stay beside him. He sure got around well yet. When we went to bed that first night, he was next to me in his heated bed on the platform. Every half hour to three hours he would make that same noise, only quieter. It sounded a little bit like a cry. I told him “I’m here” each time. That happened the first night, the second night is what led to my decision on euthanasia. The second night we had been up together again, all night into morning before I was due into work at 7am. I should have moved his bed onto the floor, because he became so weak he fell out of his bed four times. Two of the times I had picked him up while half asleep and placed him back in his bed. I wasn’t of sound mind to think up moving the bed. I was still exhausted from lack of sleep from the first night. The last time he fell, he wasn’t able to stand on all four feet. He was so thirsty, so he‘d wobble and fall, wobble and fall on his way to the fountain and water bowl. I ended up carrying him to water, and later syringe feeding him water and wetting is gums/mouth. He was so thirsty and dehydrated. He tried to get up again and stood for awhile, but he looked like he may have hurt himself after the falls, and then he collapsed against the ceramic fountain. Max was extremely frail and thin at the end, so his little body couldn’t take those falls well. He rested his head on the side of the fountain one of the times. I was crying a lot knowing what I had to do. I kept my cool, but I found it difficult to stop my tears.
After getting him as comfortable as he could get, I researched emergency euthanasia services in my area. I found a few and left voicemails for them. I came upon one Dr. Kate with Circle of Life and hoped with all my heart that she would be the service to call me back. She did. She called me a little after I arrived to work at 7am. I was beyond grateful. Best of all, her schedule wasn’t clogged and could come to the house in the afternoon. Same day. I was so worried nobody could make it that day since it was such short notice. Relief came over me. I am so grateful for anybody who has this as a service! I know some people have to go into emergency vet and say goodbye, but I couldn’t do that with Max. I promised him he’d stay at home, and not pass in a foreign environment with unfamiliar smells, sounds and sights. Dr. Kate came, and we started with the paperwork/money first and then we talked about Max’s life and who he is. We had all day to love on Max before she came, but she kindly offered more time alone before he passed. He laid where he last collapsed; amongst his fox towel hoodie, sherpa blankie, and Jer’s heating pad. His breathing had become shallow. We all agreed he wouldn’t have made it another night.
Dr. Kate gave him the first sedative injection and we waited. I never stopped touching him and telling him “thank you“ and ”I love you”. As she gave him the final shot, I repeatedly told him “I love you, I love you, I love you”. He let out a little sigh and was gone. Peacefully and fast. I took his body into my arms and we painted his toes and nose for cute print keepsakes. This was therapeutic for me, as it was so precious to see his little body free of any agony he may have felt. I found comfort in holding him for so long after he had died. Dr. Kate came back into the room with a casket with silky, beautiful linens. We laid him down and covered him in the linen. She offered that I carry him to her car, so I did... and stood outside watching them drive away. Dr. Kate couldn’t have been more sensitive and accommodating.
There are so many more stories from our life together as well as numerous things to say about Max’s enormously strong personality. To sum him up briefly, he was the most caring, loving, HILARIOUS, knowing, fearless, deliberate and affectionate creature I’ve ever had the honor to love. He was selfless; and as an example, when he would get mice, he would meow with the mouse in his mouth calling us to dinner as I called him to dinner. (My other cats don’t do this; they run and growl when I try to get the mouse out of their grip.) One time I tested Max’s cuddle meter; I laid down on one couch, and then another, and then a chair at the table, and then a seat in a bedroom and he followed me to each and every one of those spots just to snuggle up. He was the sweetest boy ever. We certainly were fated to spend a long life together. If you would have asked me if I would have ever imagined squeezing a decade out of an already aged cat, back when we first met... I wouldn’t have thought he’d last so long. We were meant to be each others guardians. This is why I now believe “animals choose their human(s)”. There’s so much to back that up between Max and I.
He was an extension of me, a part of me. The reciprocal chemistry between us was real. He held on as long as he could. If he indeed was pushing me away because he didn’t want me to see him like that... don’t worry, you are still my strong keeper, Max. I will love you forever, Max. What a wonderful being you were.
(Pictures: Max when we first played together, Max in his fox towel after Daddy and Mama gave him a bath, Max when he was well and the last one is a picture of him and I a day before he passed.)
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