Monday, July 5, 2010

Not Much Goin' On...

It’s been about a month and a half already, and this past week was the first week I have started feeling better… at least in the sense that I am not coughing as much.  But somewhere amidst all the coughing, I must have pulled a muscle or something because I have been sore for about two weeks already.  My chest hurts.  Last week it was a stabbing pain when I tried to breathe, cough, or sneeze.  I also experienced severe pain if I applied pressure to my rib cage by lying down on my back or stomach.  The stabbing pain/ discomfort is starting to subside a little bit.  But I am still very achy when I lie down and when I wake up in the morning.  I also feel very fatigued.  This past week was the first week I stopped taking all six medications my doctor had me on.  I am now just using the steroid inhaler once a day. 

And once again, Kitty has been with me through it all.  I feel bad, though, that she was unable to complete her first training class.  The first Saturday that she missed was June 15th because I attended a wedding on that day.  Then the three or four Saturdays after that were the weekends I was sick and the class ended.  Believe it or not, we have not even been to Petsmart since the weekend before June 15th!!!!  That is definitely a record for US.  We used to be there every week.  I feel bad that I even missed taking Kitty in for her latest vaccine.  I believe it is for Bordetella, more commonly known as kennel cough.  I definitely need to take her in for that this week. 

It has been really hot and humid here.  So, even taking Kitty for an occasional walk around the block seems to be a bit too much for her.  She has definitely grown accustomed to being an indoor dog.  When she gets tired of walking, she actually stops and sits down, and she will REFUSE to move.  So, I will have to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way home, while she pants from exhaustion.  We have only gone for walks about 3 random times this past month—on three days when I was actually feeling better.  Another time this past month I put her on the treadmill inside, and she actually lasted 20 minutes.  I’m sure she could’ve continued for a longer period of time, but I don’t like to push her too much since she’s so little.  But the reason I feel she could have endured a longer time is because each time I have tried putting her on the treadmill in the past, when she gets off the treadmill, she is still able to run around and play like usual.  She does not really seem tired in the least.  So, I am guessing when I try to take her for walks OUTSIDE, it is the heat that she cannot endure more so than the actual walk. 

I am sad that I cannot share more about any of her adventures this month, but her life (as well as mine) has been pretty uneventful lately… and will continue to be so until I feel 100% better.  In the meantime, we are both limited to the indoors.  But I am beginning to think maybe she doesn’t mind so much because when I arrived home from work this evening/morning, I walked into my bedroom… and there she was…  sitting at the foot of the bed.  Not lying down or curled up by my pillow like she normally is.  She was sitting up at the foot of the bed looking at the TV!  LOL.  It was so cute.  I walked into the room, and saw her sitting there.  She turned to look at me for a second, and then turned back to the TV.   And when I looked to see what she was looking at, there was a little puppet character on the screen—some show on the Disney channel.  I couldn’t help but wonder whether she was actually watching TV, or if it was just my imagination.  It’s just one of the many times, I really wish I could read her mind.  If she could talk, I imagine her casual expression and demeanor would say, “Oh, hey… I was just here hangin’ out waiting for you to come home.  So, how was your day?”

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Sweet little Kitty

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
~D.H. Lawrence

I’ve been sick for almost a week and a half already.  I’ve gone through fever, congestion, coughing, fatigue. Monday and Tuesday I spent my days off confined to either my bed or the couch.  I have not been able to do much or go anywhere other than work and the doctor.  In a sense, I have been a pathetic, useless bum.  But despite all of that… despite the fact that I look horrible, despite my coughing attacks, despite my lack of energy, Kitty has stuck by me.  No complaints.  No whimpering.  No jumping on me to wake up, get up, or get moving.

She is such a sweet quiet little soul.  I am so thankful for her. 

Wherever I decide to prop myself up, she nestles in right next to me and will not leave my side.  She has refrained from asking me to play with her and even from letting me know she is hungry.  I feel so bad because I have not taken her anywhere or practiced any of her commands for her class or even played with her all that much.  Again, she doesn’t complain. 

She looks at me with her caring little eyes and lets me know she is there, patiently waiting for me to get better.  A couple of nights ago, when my coughing attacks got to her (because she sleeps right next to me), she quietly got up, walked to the foot of the bed, and snuggled up next to my feet.  Then I felt her warm little tongue licking my heels and ankles, the way animals try to care for each other in their world.  She was licking my wounds, so to speak.  As tiny as she is, SHE was trying to care for ME. 

“My little dog – a hearbeat at my feet.”  ~Edith Wharton

Sad to say, in the middle of all of this, in the middle of HER worrying about ME, she has gotten sick again.  I almost feel like maybe she caught it from me, or maybe her sadness at my inactivity has manifested itself as sickness.  Either way, she is still there… waiting for ME to get better…  never feeling feeling sorry for HERSELF, only showing loyalty and compassion for ME.  

Sunday, May 30, 2010

On Sickness and Slippers

Yesterday I woke up with a low-grade fever, a throbbing headache, and a hoarse voice.  I guess you could say I was just not feeling well.  I stayed in bed most of the day until I had to go in to work for part of an overnight shift.  And for the duration of the time when I felt the yuckiest, Kitty was lying lifeless beside me. 

I know I’ve heard of dogs being sensitive to their owner’s illnesses or being able to detect if there is something medically wrong.  I’m just not so sure Kitty is one of those dogs.  But I guess you never know…

She normally stays next to me until I get out of bed anyway, but this time was different.  She was very still.  She did not even look up in the same alert way when my mother was leaving to the store.  Plus, it almost seemed like she was trying to snuggle up closer to my face, and a few times throughout the day she tried to lick my face and sniff around my ears.  (And that’s what actually hurt instead of my throat.  I didn’t have severe earaches, but I did feel sinus pressure in that area.)

In any case, it was comforting having her near me.  It was almost like she was trying not to bother me so I could rest.  I took a couple of Tylenol to break the fever, and late in the afternoon when I started feeling better, Kitty became more active and didn’t mind letting me know she wanted me to get up and play with her.  Sometimes I feel like I can’t get her to understand certain things, and then others it feels like she knows and understands so much!

I have a pair of black slippers that I’ve had for years.  I refuse to give them up.  They’re nothing fancy, just a velvety pair of slippers.  When Kitty was a baby, she used to crawl on top of them and fall asleep.  Whether I had slipped them off while on my computer or watching TV, or if I was away at work, Kitty would wait for me on top of those slippers. 

She hasn’t really done that in a really long time.  These days she waits for me on top of my bed or right next to me wherever I am sitting.  So, I had not given the slippers a second thought in a long time.
Then last night, as I was leaving for work, my mother happened to miss her step while walking outside.  She stepped in a little groove in the ground and hurt her ankle.  The shoes she was wearing happened to have a very small wedge-type heel to them.  Later on, when she was going to take out the trash, she didn’t want to put the same shoes back on.  So, she happened to find my slippers and slipped those on instead.  And that’s when it happened…

According to my mom, Kitty went crazy!  

She began pawing and nipping at my mom’s feet, running all around her.  It was like she was trying to get my mom to take my slippers off.  My mom tried talking to her (yes, we’re crazy that way) and telling her that she was only going to use the slippers to take out the trash.  But Kitty did not seem to understand THAT.  All she knew was that those slippers did not belong on my mom’s feet.  When my mom came back inside and took off the slippers, Kitty would not stop sniffing them, as if she was trying to figure out what my mother had done to them.  After that, Kitty retreated to my bed and would not come out of my room to play with my mom for the rest of the evening. 

When I got home from work, I could almost feel her desperation to tell me something had happened...  But I might be reading too much into things.  She might've just been trying to tell me that she was hungry...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

So Close... And Yet So Far...

Preparing Kitty for therapy dog status is going to be much more difficult than I thought.  And all the ups and downs with her diet and sensitive stomach do not make it any easier since treats are necessary for the training.

Today I got my hopes up though.  Did I ever mention that Kitty is an indoor dog?  You might’ve guessed… 

Well, being that she is always indoors, every now and then I will take her collar off if she starts trying to chew on it.  A couple of nights ago was one of these times.  She kept licking and yanking and tugging at it, all while I was trying to sleep! 

I finally just unclasped it and had to place it under my pillow so that she would not go after it.  She seems to have the idea that whenever I remover her collar, I am giving her a new toy to play with.   So, I hid it quickly… and must’ve fallen asleep not too long after that.  Hence, I forgot all about her collar under my pillow.  Then this morning as I was curling into a more comfortable position, I stretched my arm underneath the pillow, felt Kitty’s collar get pushed to the top edge of the bed and fall to the floor.  I was too busy sleeping to worry about it at that time.  However, later in the evening I invited Kitty to go with me for a ride to the video store.  She happily said yes.  And I went in search of her collar, harness, and leash.

That was when I remembered where the collar was--under the bed.  I don’t know about you, but it is not the easiest or most comfortable thing to try to fish something out from under the bed.  Needless to say, I knelt down by the bed, lifted the bed-skirt, and gazed at the little collar too far away from my immediate grasp.  I sat up, looked to my right, and there was Kitty sitting just a couple of feet away watching me rather intently.

“Can you get that for me, please?”  I asked.

She looked at me as if to say, “Are you serious?”

I crouched down a bit, and reached my arm under the bed, opening and closing my hand, and I pointed to the collar. “Please?”  I begged.

“No.  I think it’s more fun to sit here and watch YOU try and get it,” were the words I am sure she was thinking.

I stood and walked a couple of steps to pick her up.  I turned and knelt and placed her right under the bed facing in the direction of the collar.  “Can you get me that please?”  I pointed.

She turned and walked out from under the bed.  “No, thanks.  I don’t feel like playing with that right now.”

Once more, I went and picked her up.  Again, I reached a little further under the bed and placed her facing the direction of the collar. 

I pointed.  “Please?  Get that for me, please?”

She began walking towards the collar.  She sniffed at it, and guess what she did??!!

She began picking it up!  It slipped from her mouth a couple of times, and she tried to grab it again.  I was so excited!  I cheered!  I gave her praise!

“Good girl!”  “Thank you, my precious baby!”  She came towards me and saw that I was reaching for the collar…  and then… she turned and ran the other direction!  Just like a little quarterback trying to get past defense. 

“Come here…” I cooed, as I reached out toward her.

She dodged to her right, dodged to her left, scooted back, then curved back around and ran right past me!  She ran right out of the room, through the living room, and under the kitchen table.

“TOUCHDOWN!” (I’m sure she was thinking.)

Yup.  I guess we’ve got our work cut out for us.  But we will not be discouraged… Today a quarterback, tomorrow a therapy dog… or something like that...

Monday, May 24, 2010

Kitty Immortalized!!!

On a lighter note from the previous post, I just wanted to share some joyous news!  

Are you ready for this?

Maria Sanchez, an artist in San Francisco, whom I feel privileged to call my friend, has added Kitty to the many beautiful subjects she has painted.  I feel so honored that she took the time to do this.  Maria is an extremely talented artist, whose paintings are so colorful and uplifting.  I have admired her work for a few years already, and to see Kitty’s face among her art is unbelievably amazing for me. 

Thank you so much, Maria!

To see more of Maria's work, or to have a painting of your own pet done, please visit Maria's website:








Sunday, May 23, 2010

Our Adventures with the Great Dog Food Debate


A couple of weeks ago, I decided to try switching Kitty to a homemade diet.  I made the mistake of not weaning her onto the diet properly, and I’m sure you can guess the result—she got sick.  :o(
It was not the vomiting type of sickness though.  This time it was bloody poop.  I know that sounds gross, but unfortunately that’s what she went through.

My mother ended up taking her to the doctor for me since I had to work a ten-hour day that day and couldn’t call in.  The previous time Kitty got sick, I had switched to a different clinic within the Banfield network (the clinics located inside Petsmart).  When I called my mother later from work, she told me that the vet had done a fecal test on Kitty’s stool, and that no worms or parasites had been found.  So, she had been given some medicine that was like a pepto-bismol for dogs.  She had also been given some pills that were for the acid in her stomach.  The medicine was prepared into single dose syringes, and we were to administer one a day to alleviate the diarrhea.  My mother managed to get in half a dose that evening—Kitty squirms so much it is nearly impossible to put in (or take out) anything from her mouth.  The next morning I was able to administer a complete dose of the medication.  Then my mother and I noticed that Kitty no longer had bloody stool.  As a matter of fact, she had no stool at all.  For two days!  My mother and I both assumed that the medication had done too well of a job and had now caused constipation.  Her appetite was fine, and she had been eating the normal amount except nothing had come out in two days… so, we were a bit worried.

The next day I got up early enough to take Kitty back in to the clinic before I had to go in to work.  I decided to take her to a closer Banfield than the time before—this now being the THIRD Banfield clinic we’ve tried.  Since I was a walk-in, I had to wait about an hour and a half to be seen.  When the Vet Nurse came in and I showed him the unused medication and explained that she had just been prescribed that two days before, he asked why I had discontinued the use of the medicine.  I responded that we were told that the medication was for her bloody diarrhea, but that since Kitty no longer had that symptom, I thought she no longer needed to take the medication.  He then told me that that particular medicine was not for diarrhea, and it could not have made her constipated.  He stated that the medication was for parasites.  I then said that Kitty did not have parasites, so why had she been given a medication for something that she did not have.  He told met that it was standard procedure to prescribe medication for worms or parasites as a service to the community, just as a precaution.  Hmmm… I’m not sure I agree with that.  I felt like I was just being charged for something my dog did not even need.
When the doctor came in, she was very abrupt in reiterating what the vet nurse had told me.  She told me that prescribing the medication for parasites was standard policy in cases such as this.  She also told me that Kitty could not be constipated because whenever a dog is constipated, they would have so much poop in them that you would be able to smell it as soon as you walk in the room. 

I explained to the doctor that, because of all the issues Kitty has had with her sensitive stomach, that I was in the process of trying to switch her to a homemade diet.  She immediately stated that the general objection to homemade diets is that they tend not to be “well-balanced” and they lack “micronutrients”. 
Now, of all the reading I’ve been doing, I am so confused on what type of diet should be best.  I guess I’ve always known that dog food is made from by-products, but until I started researching information online a few weeks ago, I never knew exactly what those by-products consisted of.  One main thing that I have learned is about the 4 D’s in dog food.  After all the parts which are suitable for human consumption have been salvaged, the remains are placed into dog food.  However, in addition to the byproducts that are left over from the animals that PEOPLE actually eat, there are also the animals that are NOT suitable for human consumption, such as the Dead, Decayed, Diseased, and Dying.  That is the main thing that stood out when doing all the reading that I did.  It really bothers me that our dogs could be eating an animal or parts of an animal that were diseased or decayed.  When I brought this up to one of the vets at Banfield, her rebuttal was that that’s what dogs would be eating anyway if they were out in the wild.  And of course, there are lots of people who have the same argument and/or who also believe that dogs should be fed a RAW diet. 

My naïve response is 1) Haven’t dogs been domesticated?  I mean, seriously… have you ever seen a WILD Yorkie???  2) Yes, maybe if Yorkies were animals living out in the wild, maybe they WOULD eat diseased and decayed animals, but that doesn’t mean it would be good for them.  Heck, if left to her own devices, my dog would eat tissue paper and hairballs!  Yes, she will sometimes try to jump in the bathtub to eat the hair off the shower drain.  But that doesn’t mean that it’s good for her.  I believe that it is MY responsibility to create a healthy diet for her.

Now I know that people have been feeding their dogs dog food for years, but what did they feed their dogs before that?  The answer is HOMEMADE FOOD.  Dog food did not come about until around the 1930s or 40s.  Before that dogs were fed a homemade diet of whatever people had leftover in their pantries.  And from what I’ve read, the dogs got along just fine.  But the argument goes back and forth.  I know that it’s easier just to pop open a can of dog food or open a bag of kibble.  And people will argue that “veterinary” diet dog foods have essential nutrients vital to the health of your dog.  But how can anybody argue that natural or organic vegetables, grains, and meats are less beneficial to your dog than whatever is in the dog food?  Even if dog food DOES contain “micronutrients”, I’ve read that with all the processing that it goes through, a lot of those are stripped away. 

I’m not trying to insult anybody’s beliefs or say that we are all horrible people for feeding dogs dog food.  I just can’t help but wonder why some veterinarians can’t be a little supportive of someone who is trying to do what’s best for their dog?  Why can’t they just admit that either diet might be beneficial, and either diet has its drawbacks? 

I am still trying to figure all of this out.  And I would have liked to be more detailed in summarizing what I’ve read about dog food.  But there is soooo much to read.  Maybe in another post, I can write a more informative summary.

When the doctor visit was over, I was given two replacement dosages of medication so that Kitty could finish taking the medication.  Plus, the vet said she was going to prescribe another version of Royal Canin dog food.  The previous vet had prescribed Royal Canin for intestinal health.  This vet prescribed Royal Canin (Venison or Duck mixes).  The only thing I’ve noticed with this version of Royal Canin is that Kitty has not been going poo very well.  It almost seems strained.  Plus, she is a bit itchy.  Not as much as she was with the “intestinal health” mix of Royal Canin, but itchier than she was without it. 

This vet also told me that I was feeding Kitty too much.  Whereas, the vet at the other Banfield clinic had told me that the vet nurse (mentioned in a previous post) who told me that I was feeding Kitty too much was out of line for telling me that.  The vet at the last two visits agreed that because of Kitty’s size, I SHOULD be feeding her small meals throughout the day.  I explained to this new vet that I had been given conflicting information on that subject.  When I told her that feeding Kitty frequently worked for HER, the vet just repeated that I still should not be feeding her more than three times a day, and that if I was concerned with hypoglycemia then that would just be a whole other issue altogether, and we would have to run bloodwork for that.

Also, when I tried to pursue the topic of a homemade diet with this particular vet, she made it seem like it was just not something do-able. She kept insisting that we should try the duck and/or venison mixes of Royal Canin or another type of the Prescription Diet dog food.  When I told her that I was still interested in a homemade diet, and who would I need to contact, she said that the “person” who had determined all of this was some unreachable head of the American Veterinary Association.  It was almost like she was trying to discourage me or make me believe that a homemade diet is absolutely impossible.  I asked her if that was the only person qualified to assist me or from whom I could get information. I asked her HOW or WHERE I could find these people.  I guess she wasn’t expecting me to ask so many questions… because she finally just said that I could do an online search for a nutritionist, but that it would HAVE to be APPROVED by the American Veterinary Association, that it could not be a PET nutritionist; it would have to be a REAL nutritionist. 

Needless to say, this vet did not have much bedside manor, and I was told by the vet tech (after the vet left), that she gets cranky when she doesn’t eat.  That’s nice, huh?

Well, my search for the right kind of diet for Kitty continues… If anybody has an advice or input, I would be happy to hear it…

Friday, May 14, 2010