Born to be a Pet Mom

“No matter how much cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens.”Abraham Lincoln

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I often say that at almost 30 years of age, I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.  That’s not *quite* true.  While some kids may have dreamt of becoming a vet, a ballerina, or even a port-a-potty maintenance man; I always dreamt of staying home snuggling my pets day in and day out.  And to be honest, not much has changed.  Getting out of bed every morning wouldn’t be nearly as hard if there wasn’t always at least one dog and one cat cuddled upi next to me, begging me to stay put for just oneeee more minute.

Unfortunately for me, being a stay at home pet mom doesn’t seem to offer a lot of opportunity for growth…or for income.  So instead, I’ve been doing the next best thing – for the past 6+ years I’ve been employed at an amazing veterinary hospital.  While it’s not QUITE the same as being at home in my pajamas with my own pets, it is pretty nice to go to work every day knowing that you’ll be covered in slobber from at least one dog and – if you’re lucky – maybe even receive a friendly headbutt from a kitty as well.  I’ve also been lucky enough over the past few years to dabble in pet-sitting.  That hobby is even closer to my ultimate full-time-pet-mom goal – I get paid to stay at OTHER peoples homes and snuggle their animals PLUS my animals while not getting out of pajamas all day.  One step at a time, I guess.

Years ago, when I was first starting out in the animal field, the one thing I thought I would hate about working at an animal hospital was dealing with the owners.  Give me a cranky cat or bitey dog any day, but trying to connect with the person attached to the other end of the leash seemed a lot more challenging.  After all, I’ve always been more of an animal person than a people person.  But strangely enough, that turned out to be the part I liked the best!  Well…maybe second best…I don’t know if anything can top puppy kisses.  I have a really, really cool job.  I get to meet all sorts of people who have one very important thing in common – a love for their animals.  The daunting task of customer service suddenly wasn’t so scary any more.  I found myself getting excited when I saw certain names popping up on the schedule; I built close relationships with a lot of the clients – and some of those clients have turned in to my personal friends over the years.  And as I became more comfortable in my own skin and started to feel like I was finally fitting in, I truly started to come out of my shell.  If I couldn’t be a stay at home pet mom, working in customer service didn’t seem like too bad of an alternative.  Over the past few months, I have even started to branch out a bit!  I’m still working at an animal hospital (they’re stuck with me – I’m a lifer!), but my newfound confidence in my customer service abilities gave me the courage to spread my wings a bit.  I applied to, and got hired at (!) a pretty well known bank this past January!  But that’s a story for a different day.

So…who knows how the rest of this tale will unfold.  Maybe some day I’ll reach stay at home pet mom paradise!  But for now, getting paid to love other peoples animals isn’t such a bad gig.  Who would have guessed?

Fuck Cancer

 

“He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever – in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have. He is just my dog.”
– Gene Hill

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My worst nightmare officially came true.

Last Friday, Oreo met with a specialist to be sedated and have a nasal scope.  While they were scoping, they officially found a pretty big nasal tumor.  It was biopsied and debulked.  It was a pretty rough weekend for him – I don’t think he was in too much pain thanks to some awesome pain meds, but he was swollen and sneezy and congested.  He bled a lot that first night, and then over the weekend would sneeze blood clots fairly often.  He would look so ashamed and try to “bury” the blood into the floor to cover it up!  By Monday, he was luckily feeling much better, and today is completely back to his normal self, aside from some reverse sneezing.

The biopsy results came back with the diagnosis of a nasal adenocarcinoma.  It is a very aggressive, scary cancer; but the one bright side of it is that it tends to stay localized and not spread to other parts of the body.

I feel like with all of the reading I’m doing I could write my own book on various cancer symptoms, diagnosis’ and treatments!  I’ve gone down several internet “wormholes” tying to find as much information as I can…and more importantly, as much reassurance as I can.  I’ve found several sites for people who have dogs or cats who were successfully treated for nasal tumors and are still living and still happy!  Of course, many other stories aren’t as happy…but I’m really trying to only focus on the positive outcomes.

I called and left a message with Hope Veterinary Specialists to schedule Oreo an appointment for their Cyberknife treatment.  I am hoping to have it done the first full week of April.  I just want it over and done with; and I hope and pray that he will be one of the very few dogs that the cancer never returns.

For right now, Oreo is his normal, happy self.  He’s extra excited for his walks, taking his time to stop and pee on EVERYTHING!  His sense of smell must be so much better now – the tumor was blocking his entire right nasal passage and a lot of the left side as well.  I know how it feels to be able to smell again after being sick and having a stuffy nose – I imagine that’s kind of how he feels, with his extra-sensitive nose going into scent hyperdrive!

I think that’s it for now…it’s time for Oreo and I to get some sleep!  For those going out tomorrow – enjoy the St.Patricks Day festivities, STAY SAFE, and have a Guinness for me!

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Hello world!

“It’s difficult to understand why people don’t realize that pets are gifts to mankind.”
— Linda Blair

Hello!

I’m Amy, and by definition, I am a “crazy pet lady”.  I have 2 amazing dogs (Oreo and Buddy) and 4 lovely cats (Burger, Cinder, Dium and Lily).

There is never a dull moment in my life thanks to them!!  I’ve been thinking about making a blog for awhile now, but with one of my brood having some potentially VERY serious health issues, I figured now would be a great time to start.

At worst, I’ll have a place to write down all of the feelings and emotions I go through as we (hopefully) conquor Oreo’s health scare.  At best, maybe I’ll meet new friends – possibly even people who have gone through similar situations.  Maybe I’ll even find someone out there just as crazy as me 🙂

Stay tuned..there’s a long ride ahead.

Buddy