This has probably been the longest I’ve gone without posting in some time. Between caring for a sick ferret and the deluge that often hits in January at work, it hasn’t left much time for much else.
Its been a strange time to be an Arizonan. Most I’m sure at this point are aware of what went down here in Tucson this past Saturday. It was a sad weekend. I heard on the radio yesterday that the Westboro Baptist Church was coming here to protest at the little 9-year-old girl’s funeral tomorrow. I mean what the hell is there to protest about that? Seriously. Our governor was taking measures to sign into law a bill that would prevent picketers from being present within 300 feet of a funeral for an hour before or an hour after the funeral. This, I believe, is one of the few things she has gotten right since taking office when Janet Napolitano left for the White House. As of today though the church group has decided to not attend the little girl’s funeral. Apparently they worked out a deal with a Phoenix radio station to broadcast their message of hate because they thought they could reach more people. They will however picket at memorial services for the other victims. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.
I have been unnerved for a long time by what has been gone on as normal in this state. It is just plain wrong. Did you know that Ethnic Studies were banned in Tucson schools last week? When people in power disguise bigotry and hatred into their agenda, there will be those that feel justified in their actions. If violent images are used on websites, whether they are just there to prove a certain point or not, it does not take away from the fact that it is still a violent image. While most wouldn’t look at that and have it lead to violence, there are those out there that might. While an image can’t be blamed for such acts of violence, those in power have a moral responsibility to represent themselves, and their actions and beliefs in a more worthy manner.
Monsoon (aka: The Weasely One) was still at the vets until Saturday. She suffered a seizure on Thursday in addition to her initial attack on Wednesday. My husband and I went in to see her where she seem to be in a catatonic state. The vet suggested that we wait until the afternoon to call to see how she was doing. I gave her a few scritches under the chin and was surprised to see her regular response of wrapping both front paws around my finger. We decided to set up a hospice environment at home to see how things go. I honestly was expecting the worse. The vet feared she was blind and she appeared to have also lost the use of her hind legs. I tend to think the worst in most cases anyways. Its something I need to work on.
As you can see, she was in good hands. She was laying on a velour blanket and covered by a crocheted pink & blue blankie.
We went back to the vets on Saturday afternoon and were placed in a little room to wait for her and the doctor. An Aide brought her in where she was tucked into her polar fleece sleep sack, her paw bandaged up from where the IV was. She appeared very bright-eyed and had her head sticking up out of the sack. That was surprise Number 1.
We got her home and set her up with her blankie, food and water. She indeed was having a hard time with her hind legs. Even to eat she would lay on her side and just hang her head in the bowl. I started propping her upright and she would maintain her balance for a bit before plopping down to the side. It really appeared that her right hind leg was the bad one. I started massaging it and also pressing against her paw. They seem to have a natural inclination to press back. She was pressing back weakly but pressing back nonetheless.
Surprise Number 2 came later that day when she decided she was going to explore the house whether the legs worked or not. She was pretty quick, too! The front paws did most of the work while she maintained on her side with her hind legs still manoeuvering her forward. Hubby and I watched in amazement as she worked her way through the house. One odd thing though was that she didn’t seem to recognize that she was in her own home. She bumped into walls and got stuck behind furniture. She knew who we were though. She recognized our voices and came when her name was called.
By Sunday night she was back to walking on all fours.
Over the past couple days she has improved so much. I’m not sure if she’ll ever completely recognize that she is in her own home but the lights seem to slowly be coming back on. I had turned the shower on a few days ago which is a sound she usually loves because she knows a drink is in store. She didn’t have much of a reaction to it. Today though it was as if something clicked. She stood in front of the shower looking somewhat puzzled as if to say, I know there was something about this that I liked. Now what was it?
She is on three different medications. Two of which I believe will be temporary. She must be feeling better because she fought me with such vigor over my trying to get the syringes in her mouth that I ended up wearing half of it. Instead of the Weasely One I’m thinking I should start calling her Tenacious M. My fingers will still be crossed though for some time to come.