Furbabies

I think some of you come here just for Chuckie, so here's a post for you. 😉 Thankfully, after what has seemed like a very slow recovery from his unknown trauma, our little tuxedo cat has returned to his former engaged, charming self. With my limited time to post, I've accumulated a number of photos that show the final stages of that recovery; it's fun [now] to see the transformation!

But first, some photos I took almost two weeks ago of the dog o' my heart. Brian and I were laying on my bed talking, and I invited Jackson, who came in to check on me, up as well. He managed the jump (barely), then groaned quietly while I pet him.

Age has given Jackson an ability to relax that he never had when younger. Still, it is distressing to see him age in body and spirit; I can't imagine life without this beautiful, loyal, loving soul – so I choose not to focus on that.

Dozer was asleep in the other room, but eventually roused himself to see where everyone went. This capture made me chuckle! (Don't worry; he gets lots of love, too.)

The same day I shot the above photos, I took the two below.

Chuckie had come up to the house (something he wasn't feeling up to often) and my son scooped him up for a cuddle. Awwww. But just like with Jackson, it indicated a certain decline. But Chuckie is young, and continued to improve. A few days later he met me outside the barn when I went down for chores, looking a bit brighter than he had – so I sat right down on the ground to give him the asked-for attention.

On May Day, he met me again, and was actually playful, actually stalking me once when I was moving around carrying hay and checking water.

By yesterday, I could say with confidence, "The cat is back!"

Amen.

One final dose of 'furbaby.' My friend whose horse is here just got a new puppy. Her beloved flat-coated retriever was killed the same month of her accident, a double whammy for sure. She finally found an available litter within driving distance, and picked up Glory on Monday. Here she is visiting Boulderneigh on Tuesday, after sleeping through her first night in her new home(!!!),

and two days later at that new home (I visited her that time).

I thought Kate's first FCR might have been a one-off; she was an exceptionally good dog. But I think now it must be the breed; I have never met such a good puppy! (Too bad they don't come in black tri-color. 😉)

That's it for furbabies for now from . . .