THE DAYS OF MY LIFE
|Posted on January 19, 2015 at 2:00 PM||comments (18)|
The road to hell is paved with good intentions is the way the saying goes. And sometimes I think I'm living there. One post all last year. Clearly don't make a good blogger. Or updater. Hard to have people interested in what we're doing if I don't find time to tell people what we're doing. Or not able to do. No promises I will do any better this year, but I have good intentions and a fire extinguisher. Well...yes...the BIG thing was the well...
In SPRING of 2013...yes, that would be correct, 2013, the water well started to collapse...started taking on sand...providing water that looked like milk. The well man came out and said I was on borrowed time for sure and the only option available was to drill a new well. Set up a fundraiser with GoFundMe in July of 2013, to see if we couldn't get some financial help to get a new well drilled since the 200+ animals that live here have to have water, I wasn't interested in making the 11 o'clock news for abuse or neglect, and we NEVER have had anything close to $4700 just laying around.
A year and a half went by on that borrowed time while I watched others raise thousands of $$ for honeymoons, vacations, and various other non essentials and wondered what it is exactly that makes people feel like donating to a honeymoon or vacation is a better use of their hard earned money than donating to a well to provide water to 200+ rescued animals. And tax deductible at that.
FINALLY, just after Thanksgiving 2014, we had received enough donations to get the new well started. Silly me didn't stop to realize that GoFundMe and WePay were going to take their cuts which between them would have us almost 10% short of what we needed. Opened the fundraiser back up with a higher goal...don't you just know THAT raised some eyebrows.
Long story short, finally raised the rest after lengthy explanations and the new well was drilled in the the days right before Christmas. I paid the man, who is an honest man, and he went on vacation the day after Christmas with his son. Because I have always been so rife with good luck (not), don't you know I had the same kind of water I had coming from the old well only a helluva lot more of it (4" well instead of the old 2" well). It cleared, turned milky and rusty, cleared, turned milky and rusty almost every other day. I was freaking out...lotta money to have not solved the freakin' problem is what I was thinking. Long story short again...the well man had to come back after Christmas and drill the well deeper. I FINALLY have water...clean, clear water. Lots of water. We can actually run a couple of hoses outside at the same time AND wash dishes or do laundry or take a shower. So my 2015 New Year's Resolution is to resume showering every Saturday whether I need to or not.
|Posted on April 2, 2014 at 12:05 AM||comments (0)|
I sure don't seem to be able to find time to get here to keep folks informed too often. Will try to do better this year. Heck, 2014 is only 25% over already. Ought to be able to get back with news of the goings on at least once before 2015 rolls around. I hope.
I hate doing the same thing over and over. Doesn't matter what it is. We took in a little red feral pig named Honey to be one of our residents some weeks ago. She was becoming a problem at a thoroughbred training facility a little south of here. Pigs and horse are not necessarily the best match and thoroughbreds can be pretty high strung and the way pigs move tends to startle and alarm the horse. Not good for either of them. Since they actually agreed to pay for her spay AND made a nice donation, I said okay since I do love those wild pigs.
Anyway, we took her to be spayed the day after she arrived. No big deal. Also took another two potbelly pigs, Orphan Annie and Mabel at the same time. Two weeks post surgery I notice Honey has developed a small hernia. Annie and Mabel are healed, fine and happy.
So back to the vet we go for repair. Well in addition to the hernia we find an abscess forming and quite a few adhesions. So we fix it. All went well and home we came to keep her confined and quiet for a couple of three weeks so she can heal. Oh yes, and ciprofloxacin twice a day. Huge NASTY tasting antibiotic pill. Feral pig. Baby. Quiet. Nasty tasting pill twice a day. Sure.
All seemed to be moving along not that bad. Of course the pill was a problem since she eats her pellets one at a time. No way will we disguise that humongous pill in anything. So it's down the throat like it or not. Not an easy task with a baby wild pig, now about four months or more old and getting bigger and stronger by the minute.
The long and short of it is that we go back this Thursday because the hernia repair has failed and the protrusion is MUCH larger than before. No infection this time as far as I can tell and the area is very soft and pliable to the touch so adhesions may not be an issue either. Hopefully. I will try to remember to post an update to the situation in the near future. Had this happen this way once before. Also a feral pig. Turned out she was allergic to the initial type of suture. Changed it and she did fine.
|Posted on November 18, 2011 at 4:15 PM||comments (1)|
It comes and goes so fast around here. Let's see now...it's been three nights since we found the raccoon wandering in circles...many calls later to wildlife and various vets it became clear that I would have to figure it out pretty much by myself.
Seems if a raccoon DARES to show itself, especially if it's obviously in need of help, that is more than sufficient reason for it to be "humanely euthanized." The conclusion drawn by pretty much everyone, site unseen, is that it must have rabies or distemper and now they [wildlife rescues] are seeing parvo too. Maybe so. So let's just dump all of them into the same pot and stir with that wonderful pink fluid...there are plenty of raccoons anyway and they carry lots of diseases. Most are rabies carriers, I'm told, even if they don't show any signs of the disease...distemper kills more of them than humans and cars do. Oh, yea...and they're mean...course that doesn't jive with the two I knew many years ago that brought their babies around to meet us and visit while I did laundry in my carport...they hung out in the backyard tree...it was never any issue...
My God. Raccoons get NO respect or consideration. Even less than pigs. Who knew?
Anyway...R C [ARCEE, raccoon] has had a tough go of it so far...she has gotten 1500ML LRS with Dextrose added 5% since I found her, and FINALLY she decided to eat a bit of dog food and a donut last night. Sleeps like a freakin' rock...Getting 0.2ml PenG twice a day. Is female and weighs 6.4 pounds...has vaginal discharge of some kind...is approximately 2 years old or so according to someone in a position to know. Body condition score 1.5/5, extremely thin. Heart arrhythmia likely due to dehydration, depressed, lethargic, with sunken eyes and normal papillary light reflexes. No sign of any respiratory issues or distress. I personally believe she is blind, papillary reflexes or not. She is in a nice secure cage far, far away from all other animals as proper protocol dictates. Watch and wait. And there you have it.
Will post again about how it goes...she is nowhere near out of the woods as far as me who knows nothing about raccoons can tell. The only thing I can tell is that she is NOT going to become acquainted with that pink fluid on my watch unless she shows something way different than I have seen up to now...she will get all the help I can give and hopefully, she will survive, get stronger, and be able to get back to living the rest of her life...although according to what I've been able to find out, in the wild, their lifespan is considerably shorter than it is in captivity...and about 3.5 years vs. 15+ years.
Check back for updates. Hopefully they'll be happy ones.
|Posted on November 5, 2011 at 3:20 PM||comments (1)|
It's been a hard week. And I know there will be progressively more hard days making for hard weeks. Our Darlins are getting older. Some of them are already very old and well outside what is generally considered their "normal" lifespan. Many had several years on them before they ever came to us and we have been at it for over a decade. And it is never easy when they make up their minds to go on to that "better place" despite all my begging and pleading and best that can be found medical intervention. Blue made that decision at about 3:30am this morning. She was at least 14 and maybe a couple of years older than that but I feel certain she had some genetic issues from the git go.
Blue is one of the four reasons I founded and operate an animal sanctuary today. She and her other friends, Tess, Teneille, and Benny Boo (who we lost earlier this year to an inoperable neck tumor), were my first four rescues. I got them from a breeder who decided she would rather breed goats. They were never supposed to stay with me at all. I was just supposed to pick them up and deliver them elsewhere. Long story short, that didn't work out the way it was supposed to so they remained with me. The 3 females gave birth to 17 babies between them, Blue having six. One of Blue's babies was born without an anus and died. Another one was born with a severe cleft palate and died. A third one was stillborn.
Blue had surgery Thursday for what I feared was one of those uterine tumors. She might have survived if that had been the case. Unfortunately, she had a twisted cecum and what appeared to be a tumor was actually bloat. I'd never seen it before and I hope to never see it again. Mortality is high whether it is a dog, cat, and especially a pig. I was greatly relieved it was not something that because of the number of animals and magnitude of work that I had somehow missed. The vet said they blow up like a balloon practically overnight and the prognosis is never good. Never got much of a definitive answer as to the probable cause. He originally thought her stomach had rolled over on itself until he got inside and discovered it was the cecum that was twisted. It was a tough surgery but I had no choice but to give her the chance. She fought the good fight but I guess it was just too much for an older pig. I am so very sad.
|Posted on November 17, 2010 at 9:32 AM||comments (0)|
Read all about it at: http://flaglerlive.com/14476/pig-sanctuary-euthanized/comment-page-1#comment-67293
This is a sad commentary about Americana and the errosion of human consciousness on so many levels.
This sort of thing grows like a cancer and involves a process. The most effective way to gain control of a population is to instill FEAR in the population. People don't think clearly or rationally if they can be made afraid for their wellbeing. It doesn't matter if it's a fear of disease, fear of terrorism, or the fear of a lack of material things or the ability to acquire them. People will accept any atrocity and intrusion as long as it is well disguised as some form of protection against something they have been made to perceive and accept as a threat to their own personal wellbeing.
|Posted on October 28, 2010 at 9:23 PM||comments (0)|
I have a couple of important things to be thankful for tonight.
One of them is being thankful to still be alive with an expectation that I might wake up on the right side of the grass in the morning. It certainly could have been very different. I was one split second from dead when I found myself suddenly upon that trash truck and traveling at 50 MPH...there it was, ten feet from my face, stopped in the street...on a curve, at dusk, no lights, no warning triangles out...on a highway where the speed limit is and traffic moves at 50 MPH. It is a miracle. Literally. And my last thought was "Holy Shit, this could be it!" I do not know how I did not smash into the back of that truck...nor how I was able to swerve to the left lane in that nano second without losing control or flipping the car, without hitting the car in that lane behind me, and without catching the left rear bumper of the truck. It was that close. I had to get off the road for some time after it was over until I stopped shaking. Been there done that once before...back in 1972 or so...car at a dead stop on an Interstate, on a curve...concrete wall on the left and traffic moving 65 MPH on the right....I do not know how I survived that situation either.
The other thing to be thankful for is that Kato's 2.5 pound mass, well documented in the surgery photo album...is, in fact, benign...nothing but a huge mass of bacterial growth...go figure....removed the drain today and debrided it some...it will have to granulate in but he is well on the road to a complete recovery and has plenty to say about it too. You go Kato!!
My gratitude and thanks to the Universe and the Powers That Be for allowing my Being in physical form to continue on for the present, so I can take care of all these animals at least a little while longer.
|Posted on October 26, 2010 at 10:53 PM||comments (1)|
The good news is that Kato is doing exceedingly well since his surgery...haven't heard the results from the lab on the mass that was removed from his face but I'm going with the "No news is good news" idea. The lip suture line has opened some and getting him to take the Cipro pills BID was a joke. They taste nasty. Bet he wishes he'd have cooperated since I know he hates those daily shots of Gentocin that will go on for two weeks and they burn. I just grit my teeth and do it. I hate hurting him but I hate the idea of some bacterial infection killing him more. I'm going to take him back for a check up on Thursday. The drain needs to come out and that's not happening with him awake. He must be feeling A LOT better because he sure has acquired some attitude that he didn't have before...and good for him....
The bad news is that Butch's new job lasted 3 weeks. So here we are again with an interrupted cash flow and almost 200 animals to feed. Not only that, the price of feed has gone and is continuing to go up since there was practically no corn crop in Russia and China and there is a ton of money to be made selling our harvest to them and in turn jacking the price in America because there is less supply but the same demand. Go figure. That ruling class of ours sure takes good care of it's subjects, eh? Two weeks to start up the unemployment again. If it isn't one thing it's another and it never ever stops...hardly ever even slows down...
|Posted on October 20, 2010 at 11:59 AM||comments (0)|
Well it was supposed to be a trip to the vet to file down a tusk. After all, the tumor took up half his face. The tusk was cutting into the bottom of the tumor and making it difficult for him to eat and undoubtedly uncomfortable. How could anyone even think about removal of such a thing? Besides, it's just a pig. Put him out of his misery would be the advised course. That is not an option in this rescue. And especially not because it would be the most cost effective or the most convenient course.
How it got that big is a long story but the short version is that it was diagnosed benign in January, 2008 when it was the size of a large shooter marble. Then there was the fire. Then there was the chaos of having nowhere to live for months and months and the care of almost 200 animals that were no longer in the same place we were. Before we knew it, two years had passed and the chaos continued.
But this particular vet, who just happens to walk on water, decided he would not send Kato home with that thing still hanging on his face. There is a photo album for those with strong constitutions. The pictures are graphic. Kato is fine, recovering quite nicely but a culture of the pus in the tumor showed a strain of Klebsiella which is being treated. I cannot get the Cipro in him because it tastes so nasty but a bottle of Gentocin for injection is on the way...Of course if anyone might want to make a donation, it would be much appreciated.
|Posted on September 20, 2010 at 9:40 AM||comments (1)|
On 9/23 it's back to court to see if the Judge in Imperial Polk County, FL, is going to let me have a hearing to defend the dogs or if she is going to attempt to uphold the clearly unconstitutional seizure of personal property without benefit of any hearing. In Polk County, FL, there seems to be little respect for 14th Ammendment Constitutional Law and there is certainly no respect for animals. This is clearly a police state.
I was particularly astounded when the last round in Judges Chambers brought the comment that she (the Judge) had no intention of considering any evidence. I was curious what she thought her job was. Another interesting note is that if a situation is politically or socially unpopular, the chance of securing media coverage (or help from much of anyone who could help) to expose illegal process or injustice decreases dramatically. Wonderful country we live in. I'm so glad to be free. And so sorry I don't have money. It seems to be the only thing that matters anymore. If you have enough of it, you can get justice...matter of fact you can get preferential treatment. If you don't have it, you can't even get fair and impartial treatment.