Sunday, 31 May 2015

Soggy Sunday

Hello my fwends, long time no bark, I sowwy it's taken ova a week for muvva to get time to scribe for me, but she bin runnin round like a headless chickin dis last week or so.

Hoouncle is still in hospital, but da hospital want his bed for anuvver patient cuz dey not got enuff beds for evfurryone dat wants one, so dey turfin people out an sendin dem home wevver dey well enuff or not. Muvva rilly angry bout it but she just gotta make sure hoouncle gets da best help.

So da hospital woz talkin ov sendin him home last Friday but dey hadn't got a package ov care in place, for all my overseas furiends dats a package ov nurses, meal providers, etc to call in as many times as da patient needs in his/her own home.

Hoouncle needs dat cuz ovverwise he wudn't eat, drink, wash, dress or take his meds. Plus he needs medical supervision dat muvva juzt can't give him.

So poor muvva bin fighting da system here to try an get hospital to sit up and do dere job propply and make sure hoouncle will be cared for wen he gets home.

So finally dey haz sorted one out and assessed him in hospital, and dey sending him home next Monday or Tuesday. So muvva gotta go and collect him from hospital cuz dey sed he not ill enuff for ambulance transport (how ill yoo gotta be? He dying).

Da mad fing iz, he gotta go back to da hospital next Friday to haf dat fluid drained from his tummy agen. Muvva sed why cant dey keep him in til after dey dun dat, cus she know wot gonna happen. He will go in Friday an be in dere anovver 3 weeks cuz dey won't do drain da day he goes in. An by den package ov care will need to be sorted out agen.

Dey juzt goin round and round in surcles to get sumfin sorted out an all da time hoouncle getting frailer an muvva gettin tiredur.

So dats why me not bin able to update me blog regular. I so sowwy my fwends.

Now dere is some good news. We not herd from da housing association as to wevver we can keep duckies or not, muvva sez no noos is good noos, but we not holdin our breff. Dey mite juzt be takin long time cuz dey got lottsa ovver fings to deal wif.

Da fence man has bin backwerds and forwerds putting da duck fence up. He got all da posts in dat cross da garden and dat metal fings to hold da posts down da long side reddy to bolt da fence posts to. Evduntly he sed he got to fix posts like dat up dat side cuz it next to da paff an it solid concrete. So he sposed to be comin back s'afta noon to put da top and bottom rails on an fix da wire to dem. It gonna luk so nice wen it dun, me will get muvva to show yoo sum pics wen it dun.

Da poor fence man had his problums tho. His wifey had heart attack couple weeks ago, and woz vewy ill, as usual da hospital - same one hoouncle in & da main hospital for Cornwall - sent her home after few days! Agen cuz dey desprate for beds. Den she had a frombosis in her thigh (dats a blood clot to yoo an me), an she almost died, woz rushed into hospital by ambulance agen, ware dey sposed to treat da blood clot. Dey sent her home couple days afta. An now she had a stroke! So she paralyzed all down one side an carnt speek.

Poor fence man is beside hiself wif worry, an tryin to do his werk to pay da bills, an visit his wifey in da hospital. He sed itz da hospital's fault for sendin her home too early, and muvva agrees, cos dats wot dey dun to hoouncle and now dey doin it agen.

Da duck fence taking a long time to get dun, but fence man doin his best and muvva feels so sowwy for him and his fambly.

On Friday muvva had a letter from da health service tellin her to go for a scan on 11th June. Dats a follow up scan cos she had one and MRI scan before Chrizmuss. Dey fort she had cancer but it woz juzt a fibroid and cyst fing on one ov her ovaries. She woz worried cuz she bin told she high risk for ovarian cancer most ov her life. So yoo can imagine she woz worried sick. Anyway she seed da cancer specialist in January I fink it woz, and he sed she had to see genetisist to find out if she high risk or not and den he wud arrange a scan (dats dis one comin up) and den see her to decide wot to do.

She seed da genetisist who sed she not at anymore risk dan anyone else an haz been haffin scans and blood tests for last 15yrs wen she neednt haf had. But if she hadn't den dey wudn't haf seen dis fibroid an cyst fingie.

So after seeing genetisist she got dis letter for dis special scan inside her. It only routine I fink, cuz da cancer man said itz juzt to check nuffin changed and da cyst still only a cyst and da fibroid not got bigger. He sed wimin as old as muvva dey dont usually do nuffin cuz fings shrivel up and go away but muvva woznt convinced dats gonna happen to her, so she panickin now. *rolls eyes*

She not lukin forward to da scan fing, cuz she had one before da MRI scan last year, and it took her a week to get ovver it cuz it woz so painful. Poor muvva iz really scared it gonna hurt agen dis time. But dey gotta do it to see wots happenin.

As if she not got enuff to put up wif. Fings juzt seem to keep pilin up and up ontop ov her. I dunno how she manages to go on day to day and take care ov us all like she do. I so lucky she my muvva.

I bin keepin ok, fank Dog. I gotta haf one of dem ACTH tests agen in July or August. So muvva worryin bout dat as well, but I fink it'll be ok, cos me feels ok and me weights stable even if it is a bit *wispas* on da heavy side. Plus me well in meself an not showin any side effects of da meds or bad symptoms ov da Cushings.

So I fink, and muvva hopin dat I can stay on dis low dose for anovver 6 munfs. I haz to be tested evfurry 6 munfs.

Muvva savin up for da test, cuz as yoo know it about £200. An dis new vet me got nearer home is a bit more pricey dan last one. I spose cuz dey got posh big hospital place and latest eqwipment dats gotta be paid for. I haz got a Paypal fing on me Blog home page if yoo want's to help wif dat, but me wants to say a hoooge fankoo to all me fwends dat alreddy helped me. I wudn't be here wivout yoo help, yoo iz all so kind an grate fwends to me an muvva.

It bin a sad week too regards me furpals on Twitta. Aunty Gayol @gailvcotton had her Ronnie go over da bridge, he went downhill vewy fast and it woz nuffin Aunty Gayol or vet cud do to save him, and Louis @pomdays also went over da bridge. He hadn't been well for some time and his muvva and mine had been discussin him by DM on Twitta cuz his muvva fort he had Cushings and she alreddy lost one doggy wif it years and years ago, so wanted to chew ovver his symptoms wif my muvva. I must admit it did sound like he had Cushings, but wen he woz seen by da vet it turned out to be Diabetes an kidney problums. His treatmunt wud haf cost £200 a munf, dats for insulin an evfurryfing to control his diabetes. His poor muvva woz beside herself cuz dat woz such a lot ov money, so she decided to take Louis in next day to go over da bridge. She did rite by him, cuz he woz proper poorly. He passed peacefully ova da bridge, and as she came out ov da vets dere woz a luffley rainbow outside.

I also herd dat a lady on Twitta who haz a little Westie called Louie was upset, cuz she had given a home to an elderly little dog called Meg. Da poor lady only had Meg for 3 munfs, but gave Meg so much love in those 3 munfs. Louie and Meg were grate fwends and played togevva. Meg knew troo love those last 3 munfs. Sadly Meg went over da Bridge last week too. Da lady woz heart broken as 3 munfs not vewy long but long enuff to love a furbaby as much as if dey had been wif dem since puphood. Not many people give homes to elderly dogs, I spose dat understanduble, hoomans fink 'well dey not got long to live, it not wurf it.' or 'dey not got long I will be heartbroken wen dey go over da bridge and dat not long away as dey so old.'

But pals, hoomans haz to understand dat even if we iz near da end ov our lives, we wud much rather live dem last few munfs wif a foreva fambly, cuz foreva mite only be a few munfs or weeks, but after we go over da bridge we still dere furbabies, fureva! And we much rather go over da bridge haffin been loved those last few munfs dan stuck in a kennels feeling unloved and unwanted.

Adopting elderly pets is such an honoruble fing to do. Me an muvva haz da gratest respect for anyone who is prepared to cope wif da heartache dat comes sooner by adopting an elderly furpal. Cuz dem older furpals deserve to end dere days surrounded by love insted of surrounded by walls and bars in a kennel.

So fankoo to da lady who adopted little Meg, yoo is a wonderful hooman.

Now dere's hundreds of furpals gone over da bridge evfurry day, it dunt bare finkin about. We all know it breaks our hoomans hearts, an we not dat keen to go either, but we know we goin sumware special and we all gonna be togevver and meet up wif siblings an hoopals and anipals wen we dere. But our hoomans dunt know dat for sure like wot we duz. So we has to tell dem.

Corse it not easy to tell dem once we over dere, so sum ov us hang around a bit after to give dem some kind ov sign dat we iz ok and ovvers go straight over da bridge and show a sign to our hoomans latur.

Corse sum of our hoomans as much as dey luff us dunt notice da sign, cus it not anyfin dramatic cuz we in da spirit wurld.

A lot of hoomums an hoodads has told muvva about da signs dere furbabies haz shown. A toy found in a place ware it wouldn't normally be, a gentle woof, a fleetin shadow glimpsed out of corner of da hoomans eye, a vewy strong sense dat we iz laid next to dam or juz bein dere wivout bein seen, a sibling cat or doggy lookin and seein us and da hooman noticing we iz lookin at sumfin dey cant see.

But corse hoomans lead busy lives so dunt always see deez signs, but we usually duz leave dem so dey know we is happy, in no pain, and wif our pals over da bridge an dat dey mustn't worry bout us anymore.

Somtimes our hoomans is so upset dey wants to see us so despratly dat cuz dey want to see us so much it puts a sort of block on us bein able to show dem we ok. But once dey stop finking like dat then we can sign dem we iz ok.

Muvva seen a doggy dat went ovver da bridge dat woznt even her doggy. She had bin lookin afta him for someone terminally ill in hosptial. An doggy had cancer, but muvva couldnt get vet treatment for doggy unless Social Services woz notified cuz muvva woz only fosterin doggy while da old man woz in hospital. He had cancer too so woznt comin out agen.

One night Bramble da doggy was in so much pain she sat up all nite nursing him, his meds woznt doing anyfing to make him more comfy, and she held him tight wrapped in a blankie all night long, comforting him as best she cud. Dis woz a long time ago and muvva didnt haf a phone and mobiles juz wosnt invented back den. Told yoo muvva woz a fossil didunt I? bol

So in da morning hoodad walked up to da phone box an rang vet, and made arrangements to take Bramble into vet asap. Wich muvva an hoodad dun. Da vet told muvva to phone at 1pm cuz he would need to talk to Social Services before he cud do anyfing.

It woz longest morning muvva ever known she sed. And at 12.30 she left to walk up to da phone box. It woznt dat far, and a pretty walk along a typical Cornish country lane, wif high banks each side, wild flowers jostlying for space amongst da grass, wavin dere heads in da breeze and some speckled wif sunlight as it peeped fru da archway of branches overhead. Woz like a green tunnel wif sunbeams shining fru.

Halfway along da lane, somefin made muvva turn around and look back, and dere running towards her in distance was Bramble. Muvva fort no it couldn't be Bramble, he woz at da vets, but it definittly woz, yet Bramble woz bouncing along like a healthy pup would. An as he got closer muvva could see him more clearly so knew it woz him.

Wen he got about 50ft from muvva he started to fade, and as he got nearer he just faded away and disappeared.

Muvva stood dere, but she had an idea why she had seen him. She called to hoodad who had walked ahead, oblivvyuss ov wot muvva had witnessed, and told him. He woznt sure wevva to believe her or not but he told her he hadn't seen anyfing, but den he hadn't been lookin back like she had.

Wen dey got to da phone box it woz spot on 1 o'clock. Muvva dialled da vets number wif shakin hands and hoodad stood outside holding phonebox door open so he could hear.

He heard muvva ask da vets receptionist about Bramble and she was put fru to da vet man himself. He told muvva he couldn't do anyfing for poor Bramble as da cancer had spread so much and da kindest fing woz to put him down, and dat he had checked wif Social Services who agreed it was da kindest fing.

Muvva asked him about wot time did Bramble pass away, and vet man said about 15 mins ago. Dat woz exacte same time dat muvva turned back and saw Bramble bounding towards her.

From da poorly crippled wif pain little doggy dat couldn't walk by himself he showed muvva he was now healthy, defnittly not in pain anymore, and his little face woz beamin wif happiness. He so wanted to show muvva how happy and healthy he was dat he came back to see her to prove we duz go over da bridge and become whole again.

Ov corse muvva had fort she'd seen fursibs afta dey went over da bridge in da past, but she used to fink stuff like 'did I see him or was it wishful thinking' or 'no it was just a shadow, I'm so unhappy from losing him I'm seeing things that aren't there.' An stuff like dat.

But from da momunt she seed Bramble running to her, she knew for sure dat our spirits or souls if yoo like go on to sumfin else and dat we become whole and happy.

She haz never forgot dat day, and it still vivid in her memory, even tho it woz 20 yrs ago now. So wen hoomums and hoodads tell her dat dey seen a sign or heard a woof, she knows dey not imagining it, and if dey ask if dey did imagine it, she can tell dem 'no yoo not imagine it, he wants yoo to know he iz someware peaceful, he's in no pain, an he is happy'

Its a grate comfort to dem pals, cuz dey not know stuff like we know. I fink sum of dem bit more sensitive to dat kinda stuff dan ovvers, but even if dey not believe anyfing happens once we gone, wen dey see a sign dey knows for sure dat Rainbow Bridge do exist, and it not juz for us anipals, it for evfurryone. Wotever dey be, hooman, anipal, fishy, burds, all livin fings.

Ooops I see me bin wabbitting on agen an gettin carried away, but me wanted to tell yoo Bramble's story cuz it impawtunt. An it comfortin to all dem hoomans wot mite be readin dis blog ovver yoo sholder who haz lost furbabies in da past or who is cuddlin one at da moment dat vewy ill and may be going over da bridge soon.

Share da love my fwends. Life is precious and life is short.

I love yoo my fwends.

Love Bonnie

ps Fanks muvva for scribin all dis it's a long one today. Bet she got riters cramp now BOL BOL BOL