12.27.2012

Tanner Update


First of all, I hope everyone had a very happy holiday, full of all the wonderful things you deserve!  And thank you for all the well wishes for Tanner. I am sure he appreciates them, or would if he could read, and I know I do! 

Tanner, I am happy to report, is once again home where he belongs (I picked him at the clinic yesterday afternoon after I got back in town from the Christmas holiday, and he was quite happy to see me, and ecstatic to be going home.  Tucker & Phoebe were happy to see him again, and he them, but, as I expected, Olivia & Finn were less thrilled.  As anyone who has multiple cats knows, they are never all that excited when one of their housemates comes back smelling like hospital.  Finn got over it in about five minutes, but Olivia, true to form, was still milking it even as I left for work this morning.  She refused dinner last night and breakfast this morning, and is, in short, throwing the hissy fit to end all hissy fits.  If past experience is anything to go by, I expect her to carry on this way for at least a few more days.  Oh, well.  


More importantly, Tanner is all but fully recovered.  He is hating his prescription canned food, as am I, but will be on it at least until I can get him in to our holistic vet to discuss other options, probably a week or two.  He was not eating well at all at the vet clinic, so was on mirtazapine to boost his appetite.  It worked a little bit, but not spectacularly so.  However, he's eating well since he's been home, even though he is clearly disgusted by what I'm serving him.  We'll go back for a recheck in two weeks.  For now I'm about 99% reassured, but still remaining watchful as this was a potentially really serious issue that, fortunately, we caught in the very early stages.

Fingers crossed that he continues to do well! 

12.19.2012

Worried about my boy today ...

Tanner seemed "off" this morning, not his usual self, so I decided to run him over to our wonderful vet's office before work.  Turns out it was a very good thing I did, as his bladder was about half full of urine and he had a partial urethral obstruction, which is one of the symptoms of FLUTD.  This is one of those tricky things that affect male cats, but it's usually most common in boy kitties who are overweight and who eat a dry diet, which Tanner is not and does not. 

About five years ago, during a routine urinalysis at one of his yearly checkups, Tanner had some pre-crystals, (he was eating premium canned food at the time) and for a brief time he was put on a canned prescription diet for same.  It was shortly thereafter that I decided to switch everyone to a raw diet, and since then he has been completely fine, with no evidence of crystals whatsoever.  So this was a very unwanted and unexpected surprise, and it made for a very long and nerve-wracking day, during which I had to leave Tanner at the vet's so that he could be sedated and a catheter inserted to drain his bladder.  I visited him at lunchtime, though, and other than being a bit glassy-eyed from the meds, he seemed in decent shape.  He was happy to see me, and purred up a storm during our fifteen minute visit.  He's got an IV of saline in to hydrate him and flush out his kidneys, and a cone of shame on to keep him from messing with the IV.  He looks extremely pathetic, but Dr. C. assures me that he's doing well, but unfortunately because of the Christmas holiday and the fact that the cats had been scheduled to be looked after by a teen-aged friend of the family, he'll probably have to stay at the vet's until Wednesday morning, which just about breaks my heart, but I also know I wouldn't be able to enjoy my long weekend/Christmas holiday if I was worried about Tanner obstructing again and someone watching over him who may not recognize the signs and get him to the vet right away.  So as much as I hate the idea, I think it's best that he stays where he is until after Christmas.  



He'll be on the prescription canned food again until at least then, and then after the first of the year I'm going to schedule an appointment with our holistic practitioner, to see if there is anything she can suggest either instead of or in addition to this prescription food, to keep him from obstructing again.  Which, I'll be honest, I'm pretty worried about, as once it happens once it is likely to happen again, somewhat like bloat in dogs.  Fortunately, Tanner doesn't have stones, what he has is called a urethral plug, which is a partially solid cylindrical mass of minerals. For this reason, it is our vet's opinion that the underlying cause is very possibly the tap water, so we'll be switching either to a different kind of filter, or going to bottled water.  

I'd also like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that if you have a nagging suspicion that something might be wrong with one of the fur-people in your life, do yourself, and them, a favor, and get it checked out.  I felt a little ridiculous calling the vet's office this morning to let them know I was on my way in with Tanner, because of course they wanted to know what was wrong, and I really couldn't tell them. He wasn't off his food (he ate breakfast and dinner as normal yesterday and was on his way to the kitchen for breakfast this morning when I noticed that he didn't seem to be moving "right"), he wasn't crying or acting sick, he just seemed "off" to me, and so I took him in.  This meant that we caught what could have been a very serious, even life threatening, problem in the very early stages, and he is, paws crossed, going to be just fine.  

Point is, they can't tell us what's wrong, they can't tell us if something hurts, or they just don't feel "right."  We have to know them well enough to know what's normal for them and what isn't, and looking back on it, I should have known something wasn't right when Tanner insisted on sleeping next to me all night long, which he never does unless it's really cold out and he wants under the blankets.  Knowing what I know now, I honestly believe that he was trying to tell me  something was wrong in the only way he knew how.  

Anyway ... for now the news is good - he's no longer blocked, and is resting comfortably.  He probably even has a good buzz going.  But I am worried about the possible long term implications of this, and I'd appreciate any good thoughts you could send his way.  


12.15.2012

Love One Another

It's really that simple ... 



Our hearts go out to the families and friends of the innocent victims of Sandy Hook, and to the entire community of Newtown, Connecticut that is struggling with the shock and grief of such a senseless tragedy.  There just are not words.  

12.14.2012

See Beautiful

We are pleased to be joining the See Beautiful blog hop today, along with Sugar the Golden Retriever who is generously donating $1.00 to See Beautiful's non-profit of the month, St. Anne's Center - Lantern House PET AREA for everyone who joins the blog hop today.  Isn't she awesome?

I've learned a lot of lessons from my animal companions over the years ... 

Lessons in loving passionately and wholeheartedly even when you know the heartbreak of loss is waiting, unseen but keenly felt, down the road ...

Lessons in patience, when trying to communicate in a loving way with creatures who don't speak your language ...

Lessons in the joy that is yours when, through that patience, you forge a close and loving relationship, and a shared language, with another creature ...

Lessons in tolerance, when blending together animals of different species, personalities, and life histories into a harmonious family unit ...

And perhaps most of all, lessons in being aware that the many precious moments we share with them are, when strung together, the individual pearls in a luminous necklace of memories that help to in some small part sustain us when they have gone on ahead ... 
As one of my personal heroes, Ferris Bueller, was wont to say, "Life moves pretty fast ... if you don't stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it." 

Our animal friends are masters in the art of never forgetting to stop and look around.  They can spend 30 minutes intensely sniffing a single blade of grass.  When they feel the sun warm on their heads, they never fail to raise their heads skyward, schedules and deadlines be damned ... the better to soak in the blessed, healing warmth.  They love passionately and unreservedly, with no thought for any day of reckoning or loss that may be waiting somewhere beyond the horizon.  That may well be because they aren't capable of the foreknowledge of death, but I choose to believe that it's also because they would rather focus on sucking every possible drop of joy and beauty out of the present than on pointlessly worrying about the future.  
For these reasons and so many others, the two dogs and three cats I am so privileged to share my life with are beautiful beyond all words to me, and it never fails to amaze me that one of the reasons I'm so lucky to have them is because the beauty I see in them, that is all too obvious to me each and every day, was somehow not recognized by others.  Which is those people's loss, whoever and wherever they might be, and my inestimable gain.  
So this post is for Tucker, for Olivia, for Tanner, and Phoebe, and Finn ... 
My sweet and beautiful friends, thank you from the bottom of my heart for enriching my life each and every day with the beauty of your love, companionship, and abiding affection.  I can't imagine what I could have done to deserve it, but I am forever grateful, and although I know you will never read these words, I hope you somehow feel my love for you all, as I feel yours for me.  I believe that you do.  





12.07.2012

Murray Update

So Murray has been with me (as my office pet, as if Tucker & Phoebe, who accompany me to the office on most workdays don't count, which of course they do) for a little over a month and a half, and honestly, this is not so much an update as it is an announcement that despite my inexperience with creatures of the finned variety, Murray is still kicking, er swimming, and appears to be thriving, not that I really have any idea.  I admit to being a bit nervous in the beginning, despite all reports at how hardy bettas are, that I would care for him properly, and the first week or so I would experience a moment of apprehension as I entered my office, fearing the worst and always so relieved to find him alive and well.  

The truth is ... Murray doesn't do much.  His world is not large ... just however much water his 8 x 6 x 4  tank holds - I think about a gallon.  Yet he does what he does with apparent enthusiasm, and I quite enjoy watching him swim around and am very happy to have him sharing space on my desk.  He does just fine on weekends, and with the help of a little dissolvable fish cake, also made it just fine through the long Thanksgiving holiday weekend all on his own.  

I don't know if I can go so far as to say I love Murray ... it's hard to bond too strongly with a creature who inhabits a whole other element ... but I do like him a lot and I'm glad to have him around.  He's quite a soothing presence in a rather stressful environment and sometimes just watching him cruise around his tank is enough to relax me if I am getting worked up about something.  One thing's for sure ... a Betta is a heck of a lot cheaper than Xanax.

If you are in need of calming yourself, I prescribe this short video of Murray being Murray.



You're welcome! 

12.05.2012

Work It, Girl!

As has been pretty well-documented on this blog, there are not many dogs, be it a breed or an individual dog, that I don't love, or at least like a lot.  There are a few breeds that leave me feeling a little lukewarm, although I won't name them here lest I unintentionally offend someone.  Point is - big or small, short coated or long coated, scruffy or sleek ... I heart dogs.  Almost universally so.  And there are a few that I heart big-time ... and yet, much as I love them, wouldn't necessarily want to live with one.  Beagles are one of these breeds.  Every time I see one I melt ... those big, soulful brown eyes, that happily wagging white-tipped tail, those big, velvety-soft ears!  Squee!  I mean, come on ... who doesn't love Snoopy?  My grandparents had a Beagle, and my best friend J has had three in succession over the twenty years we've been friends.  I have loved them all, even though, on balance, Beagles would not be a breed I would choose to live with.  I can't really explain why, I just know that as much as I love them, I prefer to love them at someone else's house.  

J's current Beagle, Stella, is perhaps my favorite.  And she, like almost every Beagle I have ever known, will shamelessly try to manipulate you into giving her whatever she happens to want at the moment (a bite of your food, ALL of your food, some belly rubs, etc.).  Stella's favorite tool in her arsenal of manipulation is to fix you with her big brown eyes and just WILL you to capitulate.  This girl knows how to work it.  Observe ... 

I am lying here so nicely at your feet.  Don't you want to rub my belly?

I NEED belly rubs!  Do you see how SAD AND PATHETIC I look because you are not giving me any belly rubs?  I am almost about to CRY!  Even though I am not a Basenji and can't REALLY cry, I am crying on the inside.  Trust me.

You are still not petting me?  You just might be the meanest person I've ever met.  How about I give you a kiss?



12.03.2012

Puppy Love

Over Thanksgiving, I had the opportunity to meet Z, a gorgeous ten week old Akita pup.  I was visiting my best friend J (and also her husband, J, and son, J ... yep, lots of J's in that house, and they are three of my favorite people in the world, so it's always great to get to see them, which isn't as often as I would like since they live four hours away.)  

Almost as soon as I walked in the door, she said "Hey, do you want to go see the neighbor's new puppy?"  Um ... is the Pope Catholic?  And so, after I finished smooching J's fur children (including her Beagle, Stella and dilute calico polydactyl kitty, Sydney - who you might have seen if you follow us on Instagram), we headed out to go see baby Z.

I have always loved Akitas ... they are certainly not a dog for everyone, but this particular family is knowledgeable and passionate about the breed, and had recently lost their previous Akita, C., so it was  incredibly heartwarming to see how much joy little Z. was bringing to their home.  I had never met these particular neighbors of J's before, but as often happens, a shared love of dogs made it seem like the most natural thing in the world to sit around on a stranger's living room floor and coo puppy silliness to baby Z.  As I happened to have my camera with me, I snapped a few pictures, and while most of them were not very good, (Z. was a bundle of puppy energy, and I tend to do a lot better in instances where my subjects are relatively still due to my ineptitude behind the camera) there were a few that came out decently.  Not being one to keep all that puppy adorableness to myself, I thought  I would share those with you.  Too bad the puppy breath doesn't translate ... 








 * As a side note, I am not a fan of "choke" collars, particularly on puppies, but I didn't feel it was my place to say anything in this case. 

11.29.2012

Instagram anyone?

So here's my random confession.  This blog notwithstanding, I am not a super big fan of social media.  It's a necessary evil of my job that I am required to have a working knowledge of the various social media platforms and how they function both separately and together, but for the most part, for me, that's where it ends.  Facebook has never been a big draw for me.  Pretty much everyone I want or need to talk to, I already do, and the last thing I want to do with any spare time I have is read about what someone I haven't talked to in fifteen years is making for dinner tonight.  Call me crazy, call me antisocial ... whatever, but it just isn't for me.  Twitter ... same thing.  You may be my family, you may be my dearest friend, but I'd rather give you a kidney than hear about how much you're paying per gallon for gas, what you ate for lunch, or what bumper sticker you just saw on the back of the car in front of you at the stop light.  With very few exceptions, it just doesn't interest me.  Pinterest, on the other hand, I am all about, but I could see within days of signing up for it that it would be a potentially HUGE time suck for me.  So I just stopped.  Cold  turkey.  No support group, no nothing.  Impressive, right? 

 Now, I know there are people who use Facebook and Twitter and the like for true good - people who are in the trenches of rescue efforts and such.  That, I can totally get behind.  On the whole, though .. meh.  

Which is why Instagram didn't initially interest me ... but then I reconsidered.  And then ... since I figured most of the pictures I'd be sharing were of Tucker & the gang anyway, I might as well go full out.  So you can now get your fix of Tucker, Olivia, Tanner, Phoebe, and Finn on Instagram ... if you've a mind to. Just look for us @tuckertellsall 

And here's a little bit of what you've missed thus far ... 

Tucker being adorable ...


Finn being sleepy ...


Olivia striking a diva pose ... (something she's quite good at) 


Tucker letting me know what he thought of getting a bath ...


Tanner making it clear that he can bathe HIMSELF, thank you very much!


Phoebe giving me her patented "I don't know what you're talking about" face when I told her it was time to get up!


Olivia trying to be supportive by lying next to me when I had a migraine.


Tucker giving me his best "This is not Men in Black 3, so stop flashy-thinging me and turn out the lights!" look.
Anyway, since I've been posting only very sporadically lately, (same for visiting others' blogs) it's been fun to scout out some of our blogging buddies who are also on Instagram and see what they're up to.  Those people know who they are but if there is anyone else out there we haven't found, do let us know so that we can look for you!







11.13.2012

Busted!

Yesterday morning I got a great surprise ... my boss walked into my office bearing gifts!  (I know, how often does that happen?)  Actually, I have a pretty generous boss, but even still ... not that often. 

The gift was this adorable photo, framed in a simple black frame.  

I happen to love black & white photography, regardless of the subject, and when the subjects are as adorable as these, I obviously love that even more.  It happens that my boss and his wife had been to a charity dinner benefiting the local humane society and this photo was one of the auction items.  The photographer titled the photograph "Busted!" and according to my boss, as soon as he saw this picture he knew I had to have it.  I cannot help but agree .. and I love it! So thanks, Boss!

The funny part is that when I snapped this quick photo with my iPhone I didn't notice until I blew the photo up larger that you could see Tucker reflected in the glass.  Do you see him? 

Hang on ... let me help you ... 






11.12.2012

Mancat Monday with Tanner and Finn

Mondays are never fun, but hopefully the opportunity to feast your eyes on my two handsome man-cats will make yours just a bit better! 




Only four more days till the weekend! 

11.11.2012

Black and White Sunday #4




Thanks to You Did What With Your WeinerMy Life In Blog Years, and Dachsund Nola for hosting this hop!  We are finding new reasons to love Sundays as a result and so enjoy visiting all the other blogs to see their beautiful black and white photos.  


11.09.2012

What I'm looking forward to tomorrow ....




I found Pets Life Naturally about four years ago, when I got lost coming back from a client meeting a couple of hours away.  As I drove along looking for a way to get back on the interstate, I spotted it out of the corner of my eye and before I knew it my car was turning into the parking lot almost of its own volition.  I was not disappointed when I went inside, either, as I so often am when visiting pet supply stores.  Just about every premium brand of pet food, including frozen raw, is stocked on its shelves and in its freezers, and the staff is friendly, helpful and knowledgeable  about the products that they sell.  Unfortunately this store is about an hour and a half away from where I live, so I don't get down there too much.  Obviously often enough to get on their mailing list, though, and I was pretty happy to get this invite, especially since my previous plans for this Saturday had included nothing more exciting than doing laundry, cleaning the house, and going to the grocery store.  Wine, appetizers, and premium pet food?  Sounds like heaven, and the laundry can wait. 

And if any of you out there are close enough to attend, Tucker & I would love to see you there!


11.02.2012

Lollycadoodle winner announcement!

Sorry we are a day late, but we are excited to announce that the winners of our Lollycadoodle ring toy giveaway are none other than our new blog friends  Twiggy and Onyx from Snotface and Twiggy!


Guys, please email us at tuckertellsall@gmail.com with your address and we'll send your toy out right away! 

Photo credit:  Lollycadoodle.com
Happy Friday everyone!