My absence from the blogosphere wasn’t planned…it was just a need to pull back, I suppose. I’ll call it taking care of myself, preventing a big burn out by indulging in a small one. I suspect some of the burn-out was actually grief. We lost what felt like a lot of animals over the course of a few months; it is an aging population, so while it is expected, it is no less heartbreaking.
In the three months since my last post, Patches has continued to do well. Well for a 13 year old pig, anyway! She now lives in the horse barn – she doesn’t have the strength to walk up to the pig barn, but she seems really happy in her own private stall in the horse barn anyway.
Patches, enjoying the heatlamp and a hay blanket
She scoots herself around when she wants, seems to be very comfortable.
Patsy The Adorable
The new piglets arrived; Patsy and Timmy. They are the cutest little pigs! They arrived with an older pig, Truffles. They’re a breed called Duroc, which accounts for their distinctive color. I think it also makes them sound like they just arrived on the Starship Enterprise, from some far-off galaxy.
They’ve all done really well, and all four young pigs (Patsy, Timmy, Izzy and Morty) tend to hang around near each other. It’s sweet to see.
One gorgeous afternoon when we had a little potluck after chores, Terry showed us a copy she’d been sent of Ninety-Five by a publisher called No Voice Unheard. It is a wonderful book. I promptly ordered myself a copy, and a copy of their other two books.
It’s the kind of book that, with pictures and stories, will appeal to people’s hearts, and hopefully get them to act on the compassion we know they have deep down.
Here’s the cover (and a pie):
The pictures and stories are from several different sanctuaries, including Poplar Spring.
In a more personal rescue, I adopted a little deaf kitten. He’s about 6-8 months old, and I started looking for someone to adopt because my older kitten (Tristan, now almost a year old) really wanted a buddy. Once my older cat, Tempest, adapts fully I think it will work out great. Tristan won’t be as interested in hanging out with Tempest, and that will suit her to a T.
They were buddies almost from the start.
We had a really rough time of it for almost a week though. The new kitten stressed Tempest out so much that she actually stopped eating. This was so out of character for her, it really freaked me out. After 48 hours of no food, I took her to the vet. Not everyone knows this, but a cat not eating can cause serious health issues, especially a cat like Tempest who is carrying a few extra pounds. The body mobilizes the fat stores, and it can cause fatty liver disease.
We were lucky – she didn’t show any clinical sign of illness, and she took some nibbles of food periodically over the next few days. She still wasn’t eating enough, though, so I got a mini-chemistry blood test done to see how her liver was doing and to get an appetite stimulant for her. Liver function was normal, and the meds got her eating again.
Treatment for fatty liver disease would have been to get her to eat, so the initial treatment would have been the same in any case, but if her liver function hadn’t been good it would have pointed towards more aggressive methods for getting her to eat, if the meds hadn’t gotten her going on her own.
It took just a couple days for her eating to return to normal. She’s now waking me up in the mornings (early) for her breakfast. All is well in Tempest’s world.
Well, except for that darn kitten! She seems to be handling him better these days. They are only out together when I’m around to supervise at this point, and when I hear her getting agitated I intervene quickly. That little princess doesn’t need the stress, apparently!