Wednesday I got a new fur baby. It’s been six months since my Dear Bogie passed. I keep telling myself I know he had a happy last seven years of his eighteen year live.
I’ve grieved but now that is not so bad and I miss not having a companion so I rescued Strawberry from Mostly Mutts. They called her “Peppermint Patty” but by accident I found out she answers to Strawberry so that is her name now.
Apparently she was abused when she was younger because she walks in circles a lot and I’ve found out she is really scared of guys. I can’t understand how anyone can hurt such an innocent and wonderful dog.
I have to leave a leash on her even in the house so I could catch her when it’s time to take her out. I sleep on a love seat I have with her beside me. I think she is calming down now and realizes this is her forever home because now she doesn’t walk in circles so much.
She needs to lose a little weight. She weighs as much as Boogie but is smaller. So do I, hopefully we can do it together. I enjoy cooking so I’ve put a bed for her in the kitchen.
To say she’s stolen my heart is an understatement. This is now my Desktop image.
I spend a lot of time in my home office. So I put a bed for my fur buddy in here so she can be comfortable. She seems happy just to stay on her bed while I work on my computer.
Its been over a week since I lost my buddy. At least I was holding him when he died.
It really affected me. The depression didn’t really hit me until I came home and he wasn’t there to greet me. Since then all I did was wander around the house with audio novels playing on my laptop. My home is small and has a very open plan so I can hear it from anywhere in the house.
I know the last eight years of his eighteen-year life were filled with love. He was a rescue so I don’t know about his first years. But he did have a long life so I guess I did something right.
I got up each morning and cooked him breakfast. He liked bacon and soft scrambled eggs with cheese.
Well Spring has officially started. I have to blow the pollen off my back deck daily or track it into the house. 😦
An occasional fast food about once a month never bothered me. UNTIL Tuesday when needed a fast lunch. I couldn’t even eat more than a few bites then threw most of it away. I still tasted it all afternoon! 😦
I get up before him letting him sleep while I go in the kitchen and and get ready to cook our breakfast. Mine is usually coffee and some of what I fix him. He has gotten very finicky. I have to cook his steak rare or at most medium rare then feed it to him bit size pieces by hand or he will drop it on the floor. I have to admit it is hard to smell his meat cooking and not sneak a piece of it myself. (I grew up in a culture that had meat every meal so I’m indoctrinated. 😦 )
BTW After the hard work of eating breakfast you do need a nap. I think my buddy has conned me well!
WARING WARNING! Avoid Facebook! My Facebook account was actually in the name of my fictional virtual world avatar. After I saw how Facebook let Analytics scam them and steal my friends list I had even less trust it in their privacy and honesty. So, I canceled even that character’s account. Let me warn you Facebook will invade your computer. I still get junk from them. I’m spending a lot of time hunting down the malicious junk they put on my computer because I still get notifications from Facebook that one of my Facebook friends wants me to friend someone. So I haven’t found everything and I doubt I ever will.
He isn’t out of the woods yet. His liver is still very inflamed. He will only eat little pieces of streak I cook for him and feed him by hand one piece at a time. He stays in his bed in the Florida room at my feet all the time. He is still very unsteady on his feet. When I take him out the front I have to keep him on a short leash or he will walk off the porch.
These pictures of my Buddy Boogie may seem like a strange way to start a cooking post but it has a surprising and nice purpose.
I have been working on my new kitchen for the last month. So yesterday when it was finished should have been a joyous day in my life. But last weekend things took a very troubling and unexpected turn.
My pal Boogie lost a LOT of weight and got very listless. I took him to Animal Medical and Surgical Center Monday and the prognosis was not good. They did an ultra sound, a biopsy, and other tests of Boogie’s bad liver. It was either cirrhosis or cancer of the liver.
I finally got to bring Boogie home Friday about noon with a lot of medicine and special dog food. What the vet told me to watch out for was whether Boogie would eat or not. This is where Cheese-it crackers and Parmesan-Crusted Steak with Pink Lemon, Roasted Potatoes and Broccoli Day 2 come in.
I was very upset so to take my mind off the sickness of my best friend I decided to cook a Blue Apron meal. It almost worked for me but then Boogie would not eat that evening. I eventually went to bed but not to sleep.
Saturday he still wouldn’t eat and I couldn’t even give him his medicine. He just turned up his nose at the vet supplied dog food. I even tried warming some of the liver food up in the microwave to a little over room temperature. (You want to smell something that stinks. Try that!) Out of desperation I tried some Cheese-it Crackers. Boogie has always liked them. Surprise, surprise he would eat them as long as I gave them to him one at a time and not too many at once. I could even give him his liquid medicines by putting some of the medicine on the crackers and letting it soak in.
That still left his pills. I warmed up some of the left-over Parmesan-Crusted Steak with Pink Lemon, Roasted Potatoes and Broccoli I had fixed the day before for my lunch. That gave me an idea! It turns out making a little ball from peanut butter along with the pill and a small piece of steak works great for giving solid medicine to a fur baby. They don’t notice the pill if there is a small piece of steak in the peanut butter.
When I have Breakies each morning I must fix a plate for my Buddy Boogie. I’m not sure if being gluten free matters much to him. He would probably prefer a nice greasy piece of sausage but one of us needs watch what we eat.
He’s pretty good at finding the Chex when I give him some. He likes Cheerio’s too.
He doesn’t see very well but I never take him out except on a leash. He is seventeen years old!