This move has not been easy in any aspect.
The house we're renting is an absolute dump, and we're paying twice as much to live in it than we were in our bigger and way better house in PA. After being here for...three? four? weeks, we finally bought our own fucking stove off of craigslist since the one in the house doesn't work and was leaking gas, but the landlord couldn't be bothered fixing it. Hubby's dad and brother came up and installed our "new" electric one this afternoon, so at least we can eat real food again.
On top of all the overwhelming stress and anxiety, on Monday morning I had to go in to put Stripes to sleep. After being on IV fluids for four days, her blood tests showed zero improvement, she was developing ulcers in her mouth from the kidney failure, she was having trouble breathing, and they were having to use lasix every time they needed her to pee.
We still have no idea what brought on the kidney failure. She was a perfectly healthy young cat when we moved. After a couple days of living here, she got up on the bed with Hubby and I and peed on the blanket. I thought she might have a UTI so I planned on calling the vet the next morning to get her in. When I checked on her that morning, she was laying in a pool of blood under the bed from some sort of mass (later believed to be an ulcer) in her mouth.
I was able to get her right in, but it didn't do any good. We looked everywhere for something she could have gotten into, but found absolutely nothing.
|the best, most tolerant cat in the world. she put up with puppy|
antics without any complaints.
That pretty much knocked the wind right out of my fucking sails as they say. I went to the barn afterwards since I had been in the middle of setting jumps when I got the call. After a completely shitty jump school on Friday after I forgot my regular jump tack at home where it'd been cleaned and had to use back up everything which resulted in a rude, runaway asshole, Bobby gave me the best ride Monday.
His canter was forward and bouncy, and we coasted over a course of 3'3" verticals without a single misstep. I quit after maybe fifteen minutes and we went on a trail ride to finish. Bobby spooked at a duck blasting out of the pond we were walking beside, and since his spook involves taking one step sideways, he tripped over his own feet and then spooked at himself tripping.
Oh, Bobby. You being spooky makes me giggle.
|"i dunnot believe it. i am the most majestic creature in the world."|
We've put in two dressage schools since then in preparation for our first show of the season Saturday. He's pretty sticky to the right warming up, but after a good canter (and his canter is seriously on point now that his giant fucking lug head has deigned to focus on me instead of horses in turnout) he gets trucking pretty well.
I feel like we're in good shape heading into this weekend. He'll get one more jump school, and then--way more exciting--he'll get a bath and his first overnight sleep in his Hello Kitty sleezy. My shit flip phone finally got upgraded to an iPhone, so I should have better quality pictures when I'm alone from here on out. Obviously there will be lots of Hello Kitty pictures.
|why so worried, robert?|
"are there no more carrots? why are there no more carrots in your hand?!"
I'll try to start pumping out posts again. If nothing else, I've got a few costumes that I haven't shared on the blog yet, a really cool custom tack trunk I want to show off, and breaking hunter princess news.