Where has time gone? I’ve barely been here most of the Summer. If it has not been $600 worth of plants being put into the ground by me (no worries you shall see my gardens), it has been one cat crisis after the other. And then every chance I get I run over to Reinstein Woods Nature Preserve Park to put the practice in for my Wildlife photography Journey.
I have so many pictures to show you.
Needless to say, I’ve barely been able to breathe much less blog.
Our 12-year old Max stopped eating months ago. I must hand feed him 3 times a day if not more or he will starve. All blood tests came back normal so I have no idea why Max has lost weight and stopped eating. (Neither does our Vet.) I’m going through each body system one by one, doing research, carefully selecting after again much research, a natural product to give him to see if any improvement is seen. The key is to observe him and hope that something I give him will get Max to start eating again.
If not, he will gradually decline which I am beginning to see now. If I don’t find out what is the cause of why Max is not eating, we will loose him in the near future. I am doing everything I know to get him well. Sometimes and heartbreakingly so, that is not enough. All Summer that has been ongoing.
Then our 16, almost 17-year old Bella a few weeks back had symptoms of a stroke (ataxia and what looked like a blown pupil) which had hubby and I flying into our Vet with her tightly wrapped in my arms. I burst into tears while at the office, putting my head down on the table just sobbing. I was terrified we were going to loose Bella. Her exam determined her thyroid medication dosage was too high so no stroke THANK GOD! Her thyroid medication dosage was decreased as of that day, the aspirin (which she didn’t even need) deleted, and all fluid pushes stopped. After a couple of weeks she was finally getting stable until hubby used polyurethane to seal some furniture he made …. BAD SH*T!!! …. and unbeknownst to us, the fumes came right through the walls from outside where he was applying the polyurethane. Those toxic fumes were inhaled by Bella while she slept.
She had just about collapsed, hoarsely breathing and coughing when I found her. I had to figure out if this was heart failure or severe asthma in a matter of seconds. I diagnosed her as having an acute asthma attack and instantly treated her for such. With no tests to use this was one very scary decision to make. I had to rely on my Inner Guidance, my observations, and my medical knowledge, and I still did not know if I made the right decision.
I also knew our Vet would immediately have given her steroids which would more likely then not, have ended up killing her. I worked around the clock to get her breathing back to normal, not once leaving her side, doing research as I looked for a product … besides what I already was giving her …. that would fully open her breathing passages. I found a product which I hoped would be the perfect remedy, bought it and when I gave her the very first dose, her breathing finally normalized after one week of struggle and stress. She had also stopped eating during this time, so I fed her 4 times a day. As of Saturday she began to eat all by herself.
OH my God what a relief!
And I haven’t even mentioned the other 9 special needs cats I take care of every day. The night of the day Bella finally breathed easily, I fell into bed and never woke up until 5am the next day, a first for me in years! In other words my bladder did not wake me up.
The highlight in between all these crises was I actually captured with my camera a juvenile Bald Eagle at Reisnstein Park. No kidding! The Eagle is the bird in flight …
I must admit this was a lucky shot. Two very large birds a great distance away perched atop a dead tree caught my attention, and my curiosity was piqued. As I pushed the shutter button, one of the birds flew off the branch and that is the one and only shot I was able to get of these two birds. I had absolutely no idea what I actually had captured. When I did understand I just about dropped in shock.
Can you imagine all the male photographers now at this park “hunting” for this Eagle because a female photographer was able to capture him? You bet I made sure the office knew about my claim to fame (LOL) and I can just image by now how the place must be crawling with men looking for that eagle.
Little ‘o me captured a juvenile Bald Eagle. Bald Eagles do not get a white head until they are 4 years of age. Did you know that? I didn’t. The education I am gaining in this wildlife venture is so exciting. I’m SO glad I decided to do this.
Photography/ “Time Flies”/ August 2018©AmyRose