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I Think I Can Do This Now


One sentence and I already have a lump in my throat……..

Last Thursday, Mr. iknead and I made the decision that no animal lover ever wants to make.  We euthanized our JosiePug due to a combination of acute and chronic issues that she developed over the last few months that were only going to worsen.

Back in February, we learned Josie had developed diabetes, which we started treating with twice a day insulin injections.  This was the easy part.  After getting her sugars under control, she perked right up and was doing well.  I should mention that Josie was 12 years old – almost 13.  We had been noticing for quite a while that she was losing her hearing, or, being a Pug, just ignoring us.  Probably a bit of both if I had to say.  It wasn’t long after her diabetes diagnosis that we could tell her sight wasn’t as good as it had been.  She still got around OK, it was mostly a case of sometimes not being able to find a dropped treat and occasional head bonks if something unfamiliar was in her path, nothing that we couldn’t handle.  We just had to be diligent about not moving familiar things in her path and making sure we put away things that might be a problem after we were finished with them – a good habit at any time.

We medically boarded her for the two and a half weeks while we went to Bangkok to visit Big Mommy, Big Daddy and the grands – the Papoose, the Sprout and the Peach and soaked up as much fam love as possible.

According to our vet and his staff, Josie did well during that time, with good blood sugar control and was tolerating the boarding situation well.

A day or so after we got back, Mr. iknead noticed that her eyes were red and a little runny.  We called the vet and he prescribed Neomycin and steroid eyedrops.  After a couple of days of treatment we could see that the drops weren’t working.  Actually, they were much worse and she showed signs of complete blindness — bumping into things, getting lost in familiar settings, with heavy panting and occasional housebreaking slipups.  This is when we knew we had to start making hard decisions about what sort of treatment we were willing to have her undergo and having an honest, read heartwrenching, discussion with our vet regarding what we were dealing with, treatment outcomes and Josie’s quality of life with or without treatment.  I suppose you could call it an Advance Directive.

Long story short, we were not dealing with conjunctivitis or minor corneal injury – remember, she couldn’t see and was bumping into things, but had an abcess internally in her right eyeball along with a severe corneal ulcer in the left.  The doc said the only treatment he could offer would be to remove her eyes, but since she was already blind, it would just be comfort care.  This was a situation that Mr. iknead and I had already discussed and made a tentative decision on.  We felt, given her age, along with her underlying other problems, insulin dependent diabetes, deafness and the stress she was under, that we needed to let her go, that her quality of life was nowhere near even tolerable and, as much as we wanted her to never leave us, it was selfish of us to prolong her misery to make us feel better.

The end was very peaceful.  The doc gave her an injection to relax and calm her and when she went to sleep, he gave her another injection to finish.  We held her and loved her and told her all about how she was the best Pug ever, the prettiest, the smartest and most lovable baby ever.  We told her that while we were sad, we were happy that her pain and stress would be gone, and she’d again be full of joy and puggy perfection, never missing a treat or a belly rub, and snorting and snoring away.

I don’t care what others think, in my world, ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN!

Josie

Hardest post ever!!😭😭😭
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Potpourri (You’ve Been Warned)


WARNING

This particular post will probably be all over the map, the weekend was so fantastic and I have so much stuff to show; so, consider yourself warned.

GREEN GROWING THINGS

Now, truly, I’ve never, ever had the desire to garden, it always looked like so much work and fretting about what to plant and where and when.  It just wasn’t my cup of tea.  Give me real, live things to fool with, like babies or puppies or kitties.  Note that plants are not under the category of real, live things.  Honestly, I sort of thought that people who were really into gardening were, well, a little odd.  Until now.  I’ve done a complete 180 on the garden thing.  Here’s how it happened.  Remember how I’ve been cleaning out, going through and organizing about 18 years of stuff?  Cleaning out the garage one day, I found a couple of seed packets, I for sure remember that one was morning glory seeds.  Just for chucks, I found a couple of pots that already had dirt in them, stuck the seeds into the dirt, gave them a drink and sat back to see what would happen.  And yeah, just like seeds are supposed to do, they came up!  I was flabbergasted!  Success!  With that little confidence boost, I got some basil seeds at Wallyworld, bought some real potting soil, again stuck the seeds in, covered them up and gave them a drink.  Another success!  Amazing!  There really could be something to this gardening thing, so, I bought a couple of begonias (my mom always loved begonias), set them out back with the rest of the growing things and again, settled back to watch.  They grew!  They bloomed!  They grew so much I had to repot them!  They lived!  I learned why people garden – it’s fun, it’s interesting, it’s soothing, it’s just very, very cool all the way around.  I am now a gardener.  Who woulda thunk it?

Basil, Batchelor Buttons and a poor sad Begonia that’s doing oh so much better now

The Morning Glory that started it all

Red Hydrangea

So, I’m now “one of those people” and proud of it!  There’s a lot to be said about getting your hands dirty!

JOSIE

While I was out documenting my new gardening obsession, I snapped a couple of pics of Josie Pug on a whim.  Isn’t she beautiful??

WHAT I’M READING

Outstanding book and particularly relevant to me as I caught myself doing a lot of (internal) screaming while waiting in line – any line.

I love just looking at the gorgeous photos in this one.

Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.  Franklin D. Roosevelt

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Cookie Heaven, Josie’s Disappointment


NOT HALF BAKED, NOT HALF BAD

I’ve not done much baking blogging here in the last little bit, I’ve been obsessed with other, newer and sexier ideas and things, but today I wanted to share the Iknead family’s favorite cookie recipe.  I hope you love it as much as we do.

BEST EVER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES – REALLY

2 1/4 cups unsifted flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened

3/4 cup sugar

3/4 cup packed brown sugar

2 tsp vanilla extract

2 eggs

1 1/2 cups chocolate chips (I use Ghirardelli bittersweet chips and dump in the whole bag)

1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.  Stir flour, salt and baking soda together and put aside.  Beat butter and sugars at medium speed until blended and creamy.  Add vanilla and eggs, beating well after adding each egg on low speed until blended.  Gradually add flour mixture, stir in chocolate chips and nuts.  Drop by tbsp onto parchment covered cookie sheet (this just makes for easy clean up, parchment is not essential) and bake 9 to 11 minutes until golden brown.  Cool on rack and enjoy!

I baked a batch of these yesterday morning at Mr. Iknead’s request and decided to photograph them and share the recipe.  Josie Pug is EXTREMELY interested in anything that goes on in the kitchen and was underfoot the entire time, as usual.  I know better than to put Josie within snatching distance of cookies, but I got distracted by something and she sneaked out the door behind me.  Before I realized it, this is what went down:

Cookies?  What cookies?  Just smelling the flowers is all.

Oh!  You mean these?

Well, maybe a little taste.*

*No pugs were harmed during this photoshoot.  Much to her disgust, I chased her down, took the cookie away, trashed it and banished her from the yard. I kept pushing her away but she got away from me on the last photo.

**Chocolate is extremely poisonous to dogs, the smaller the dog, the less it takes to sicken them.  Please keep chocolate, any chocolate, out of their reach.

Make the most of yourself for that is all there is of you.  Ralph Emerson

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