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Miss Addie’s Sunbeam: A Furry Photo Festival

Miss Addie’s Sunbeam: A Furry Photo Festival

 

 

It’s time for celebration. Luckily, Miss Addie got the memo. So did the sun.

Yesterday afternoon, a serendipitous sunbeam shot across my office, catching this beautiful cat in its glow.

 

Addie 1

 

 

I grabbed my camera, swiftly swapped out memory cards, and started clicking away, as Miss Addie purred in the sunlight.

She drools a bit when she purrs.

 

 

addie with drooly whiskers

 

 

 

Addie truly loves being the center of attention, having her beauty photographed for the world to see. But I rarely catch her in light that shows her beauty well.

This time, I caught her.


 

Addie 2

 

 

We mustn’t forget her goofy side. After the next shot, the rest of my photos were blurry for awhile. Hello, drool-on-lens.

 

 

addie nose

 

 

And hello, drool-on-blankie.

 

 

addie drooly blankie

 

 

Of course, she’s not the only one who’s goofy. There may have been a Cat Mom Photo Bomb. Maybe.

 

 

cat mom photo bomb

 

 

There was definitely a Tiny Pink Tongue involved.

 

 

addie tongue 2

 

 

addie tongue 1

 

 

addie licking

 

 

At one point Addie shed a whisker.

 

 

addie whisker 1

 

 

I tried to put it back, but it didn’t work.

 

 

addie whisker 2

 

 

Then it was selfie time.

 

 

addie and harmony 3

 

 

I’m just a tiny bit obsessed with taking selfies with my animals.

 

 

harmony and addie 2

 

 

Just the weensiest bit of obsession here, that’s all.

 

 

addie and harmony 4

 

 

A day later, and it was time to blog. Addie helped.

 

 

addie touching the website

 

 

Together, we found another glamour shot to share.

 

 

addie glamour shot

 

 

 

And, finally, we found a video, ten seconds that capture how Miss Addie felt about being in the spotlight.
 
 
 

 
 
 

Well, perhaps she was the tiniest bit tired of the camera by then. But that drop of drool on her lip is priceless.

Purr on, my friends, purr on.

 
 
 

Come, Autumn. Come, Harvest. Come, Joy.

Come, Autumn. Come, Harvest. Come, Joy.

 

The truth is, I don’t want to write this. Or anything.

The truth behind that? I really do want to write and share. It’s just hard right now.

It’s been a very hard summer. All of the stress is catching up with me, and I have been shrinking back into my shell.

 

Beginning

It has been the most beautiful summer I’ve ever seen, yes.

 

Gloria waves

 

The sky has arched overhead, day after day, her broad, blue belly pulled back toward the sun. The coastal wind, usually a torrent of air, has just whispered this year.

But the summer began with the slaughter of trees.

I know it’s popular to put a positive spin on things, and usually that’s something I can do in my sleep while I simultaneously drool on my pillow. But today, I’m not in the mood.

Then we visited family, a very positive thing, but also a stressor. (Sorry, fam, I’m just telling the truth.)

Then my sister-in-law’s father-in-law died. Though we didn’t know him well, we are close to many of his family members, and his influence on our community and the local Native American tribes was immense. His death hit us like a bagful of bricks, and hit his family a thousand times harder.

 

Middle

We looked at each other at that point in the summer, my husband and I, and we breathed. It would get better. We were well. The animals were well. I had my art. We were all okay.

Well, most of us were okay. Because I’d been getting mysteriously sick, crashing out with exhaustion, shaking with fatigue, and I didn’t know why.

Soon, I knew, and was heartsick. I was getting sick from using my beloved acrylic paints and mediums.

I had to give it all up. All of it.

 

More Middle

Then Daisy, our dear golden retriever, started growing a lump on the side of her jaw.

It was a small lump. She’d had many small lumps — sebaceous cysts, some of which had drained, some of which had simply disappeared. All normal, with no concern.

But this lump kept growing.

Meanwhile, we took our big orange kitty boy Tucker to the vet. Soon I heard the vet’s voice through the phone: “Tucker has early stage renal failure.”

 

tucker bushes

 

I went numb. It took me nearly a whole day before I realized what renal failure meant: eventual death. There is no cure.

And Daisy’s lump kept growing.

And all the while, I stayed far, far away from my beloved acrylics as I struggled to find a painting medium that would not make me sick.

 

End

This was already a hard summer. It got harder.

Two weeks ago, we got a call from a family member with horrifying news. It is news that makes my blood shake inside me, news that I won’t share, that I don’t ever want to google, that I wish I could never have known. It has wakened me in the night with nightmares. It has made me nauseous with fear.

I don’t want to inflict this news on you. Just know that I’m still in shock from it, and sometimes, when I find myself paralyzed, I track the terror back in time to this, and to all the befores, and I start to shake with anger and fear.

A very hard summer.

 

Now

As I wrote the section above, Daisy rushed into my office, barking, her face tense with concern. She wanted to break me out of the knots that had tightened inside me. It worked. I felt the flow of words come back. Now Daisy has left, silently. Thank you, Daisy.

 

daisy sky

 

And Now

Daisy’s bump has been skillfully removed, biopsied, and pronounced benign. Her stitches have been taken out, returning her to her greatest joy — racing across an empty beach and plopping herself down in a wave. She is happy and well.

My husband and I are slowly gaining skill at administering sub-cutaneous fluids, an essential intervention for cats with renal failure. But every time we get out the sub-q supply, I feel the tension grow. I breathe, I breathe. We snatch Tucker up out of a deep, snoring sleep (it’s the only way to keep him from running scared at the sight of the fluid bag). And we begin.

And I now have paint, beautiful paint, a gorgeous and slippery new-to-me medium that shines and glows. And I have another kind of paint, too. They are the mystery mediums that I have wanted for weeks to share with you, but, the truth is, I haven’t had the heart to celebrate.

 

And This Now

This post is really a purge. I want to get this summer out of my system. I want to let it all go and return to this Now. There is so much to celebrate. It has just been a hard summer, that is all.

Autumn Equinox is strolling languidly our way, and I welcome it with open arms.

It won’t stop the stressors. It won’t change the news I wish I did not know. But there is something about autumn, the longer, lower light, the glow at the tips of the maple leaves, that says to me,

Sit, just sit. And breathe. It’s okay. It’s all done now. The time is changing, and there is nothing left to do.

So I sit, quietly. I breathe. I watch the hemlock and fir trees move in the wind like kelp moves within water. Then my eyes come closed, my heavy eyes come closed, and all there is is a word in my heart, the word I have for the secret that is greatest of all secrets, and I hold that word there and give it breath till its embers start to glow, and I am lit from its small lick of flame.

Come, autumn. Come, harvest. Come, joy.

 

Daisy waves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Benign! It’s Benign!

It’s Benign! It’s Benign!

 

Good News! Good News! Daisy’s tumor is benign!

 

Happy Daisy

 

The vet called us just minutes ago. The lab results were in. Daisy’s growth — that lump on the side of her face, which the vet removed a week ago — was benign!

It was, though, still a tumor. That thought on its own is chilling.

But… it was benign!

The  vet said that it was a trichoblastoma tumor, a tumor of the hair follicle. I wasn’t familiar with this, so I trotted off to Google and this is what I learned:

  • Almost all trichblastoma tumors are benign. (Benign!!)
  • They’re not uncommon in some breeds, including golden retrievers.
  • The treatment is surgical removal. Done and done!
  • There’s great info on these tumors at this site.

I mentioned in my last post that I felt fairly certain that it was benign — I had that gut, intuitive feeling that all was okay — but it feels so fabulous to have the lab results to back that up.

I’m so happy!

I’m so relieved!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I’m chortling in my joy! :-D

 

Happy Daisy 3

 

 

 

 

Our Veterinary Whirlwind (plus a big surprise box that came at the perfect moment)

Our Veterinary Whirlwind (plus a big surprise box that came at the perfect moment)

  We’re in a veterinary whirlwind. Tucker, our big orange monkey boy, was recently diagnosed with chronic renal failure.     It’s not as bad as it sounds. I feel positive that he has a few good years left, with a lot of care. But still, his diagnosis weighs heavily on my heart. Tucker is underContinue Reading

My First Teeny-Tiny Oil Painting! “School Picture”

My First Teeny-Tiny Oil Painting! “School Picture”

    I’ve been waiting and waiting to show you something… I have been tapping my toes for six whole weeks, just waiting for this certain little something to dry… Now, finally, it’s ready! I present to you “School Picture,” my very first teeny-tiny cartoon oil painting!     I’m in love with this orangeContinue Reading

My Acrylic Angst: Getting Sick from Acrylic Paints (with a pit stop for cat pee along the way)

My Acrylic Angst: Getting Sick from Acrylic Paints (with a pit stop for cat pee along the way)

  I haven’t painted in an ice age — a week, at least, if not more. Slowly, the gloom creeps over me. What’s an artist to do? Last week, if you recall, I reported (sadly) that I seem to be having a reaction to the fumes of the acrylic paints I so love. What kindContinue Reading

Twenty-Five Thousand Words in my Introvert Bubble (No, You Do Not Have to Read Them All) — Oh, and a Chemical Swoon

Twenty-Five Thousand Words in my Introvert Bubble (No, You Do Not Have to Read Them All) — Oh, and a Chemical Swoon

  Big family visits. Big community gatherings. A big memorial for a beloved community and tribal leader (who was our in-laws’ close and dear relative). An upcoming scattering-of-ashes for two friends who killed themselves last winter. All of this, on top of the logging next door (which, thank you to all heavens, is over) andContinue Reading

Teeny Tiny Golden Retriever: A thus-far hidden eensy-weensy painting (great for a tired week)

Teeny Tiny Golden Retriever: A thus-far hidden eensy-weensy painting (great for a tired week)

I have so much to share with you in my artsy, animalsy world: A long little doxie painting! A très-squee orange kitty painting! A weensy little butterfly collage! Since my last post, I’ve had daring adventures in scanner technology (note: trust the auto settings), have created cartoon kitty family portraits (complete with cheese-eating grins), and have embarked on aContinue Reading

The Boxing Bearcat: A teensy drawing that’s supposed to be really angry (but it’s not)

The Boxing Bearcat: A teensy drawing that’s supposed to be really angry (but it’s not)

Once upon a time, weeks ago, I was friends with hundreds of trees that no longer are. In my last post, I shared the story of the loss of the trees. Now, the shock has started to heal, both for me and for the land next door. Things are returning to a feeling of balance. ButContinue Reading

The Great and Sorrowful Loss of the Trees (The Dog Blog Clowns Return)

The Great and Sorrowful Loss of the Trees (The Dog Blog Clowns Return)

When life explodes around me, it’s time for a visit from the Dog Blog Clowns. Like rodeo clowns, the Dog Blog Clowns swoop in during tough times to remind us of all that is sweet and good and kind in life. Last time they clowned for us, it was for something rather silly. This time,Continue Reading

 
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