I’m terrible in a crisis. A personal crisis. Terrible. Fight. Flight. Freeze. My first instinct is Flight. As soon as a personal crisis happens I want to run away from it, it’s instinctual, primal even, everything in my body screams … Continue reading
Greyson is almost healed and free from the bedroom! I’m so proud of my little furry healing machine! At our last vet appointment the Dr. told me that the bone has fused nicely and that he believes that his bone … Continue reading
What I learned while caring for the broken During the first few weeks of care for Greyson, I learned so much about my little fur-baby and his personality. Most interesting though, is what I learned about me and my personality.
What a relief. Greyson is out of his cage, which has now been folded back up and is being used as a “gate” outside of the bedroom door. And I am back in the bedroom sleeping on my own mattress, … Continue reading
On December 30, 2015 Greyson had to be hospitalised with a broken leg. This happened because I was walking to the bedroom and he usually races ahead of me to jump on the bed and either play a game or … Continue reading
I’m on edge. In my own home. Held captive by a four legged tyrant who himself is captive. We are tied together in our misery. He is frustrated with his tiny environment and his slow-to-heal leg. I am overwhelmed with … Continue reading
On Friday I brought home a furry four legged little man named Earl Grey, a.k.a. The Earl, a.k.a. Earl, a.k.a. Lord Grey, a.k.a. Buddy, a.k.a. Love Bug, a.k.a. You Are Such A Good Boy, a.k.a. Love-bug, a.k.a. My Little Snuggle-Buns. … Continue reading