Another year, another animal

It's been five years now. I'm so glad I have this on line journal to look back on. Even if I only write once or twice a year, it's perspective. Looking back on last year's sharing, it was very heavy. 

Thanks to this little guy, this year feels a lot lighter.

We'll be celebrating the one year anniversary of his unexpected arrival in a couple weeks. He showed up one night hungry and scruffy. I looked for his owners. I looked for a new home for him. Lots of people said he was meant to be mine, but financially, even just a cat is a frivolity. But, potential owners didn't work out, (I made a new friend though!), and I just could not bring myself to give him up to a place where he'd be in a cage or a small room until adopted. He'd been living on his own outside and that just seemed cruel.

So, Houdini the little escape artist became a part of our family. I'd shared about him on social media. The first night we noticed him, he was so hungry, and I'd later discover injured. It was dusk and he scampered by me as I was walking up the trail and sat down a few feet away. He just sat there lifting his head to smell the breeze. He seemed completely unbothered by his hunger or his wound. He just enjoyed the night air. He made his way down to the barn and stayed the night there. He lived in the barn for a while and it took a bit of maneuvering to make the barn secure. He was so independent, he would push his way through the doors we'd barricaded to keep him safe at night and dig his way out. He wanted out. And he wanted in. I can really relate to that. We want what we want. 

My working class Brit teased about him getting his boots planted firmly under the table. This is true. He charmed his way right into our hearts. Over time, his wound healed and his coat became soft and glossy. And he makes us laugh and smile all the time. He's bright, friendly, and curious; he wants to know everyone. I guess, in some ways, he reminds me of Dom. Life has been pretty precarious for Dom, but he'll still walk outside, lift his head into the breeze, and just take it all in. He too is healing from his wounds, and he's been taken in by all of you. You've fed him and cared for him. You've made it possible to get treatment he needs and continue to cheer him on as he faces the lifelong disease of gvhd. 

Sometimes, we're hanging on by a thread.

But we are hanging on.

Last year, I was so exhausted. I had actually found myself crying uncontrollably the entire month of June. I felt alone and in some pretty deep despair.

July was a game changer. I shared here that Dominic was able to be fitted for contacts that protect his eyes. He was going blind and in constant pain. We had to get them, and if you remember, a group of artists had decided to give him the remainder of some funds they had which amounted to almost the exact amount necessary for the contacts. We still live on that divine grace.

The pandemic shifted things for us and for me. It made it easier to let go of some things. It is the strangest thing to be on the cusp of normalcy only to have the whole world shut down and then try to find a new normal and actually there is no such thing. I realized, what we all crave is not normalcy, but comfort and adventure. 

Our adventures remain our trips to Sacramento. We go every 2-3 weeks for Dom's treatment. He's kind of at a stand still where we still hope for forward progress. He's still on large doses of anti rejection medication, which should have been over by now. He continues to suffer a laundry list of ailments that we treat like whack a mole. Oh that some wet cat food and a safe home could cure him. We balance hope for progress with cheerful resignation. He is alive. He is able to help where he can. We have Houdini. All is well.

Thanks to the contacts, Dom is also able to drive a little. It was not a possibility last year at this time. We make a stop on the way home from Sacramento to pick up paperwork for my job and he drives the final leg home. It's been so good for him to be behind the wheel and taking back more of his autonomy. He's also been on the tractor as we have acres of fields to mow. This year, he's been able to help me more. This is good for both of us! We spend lots of time outside. This is one of the gifts of Covid, I think. Since we knew we'd be spending a lot of time at home, we've done what we can to make it a happy place. We don't own our home or the property, so everything we do is mindful of that detail. We're also mindful of fire danger. But, in between all that, we've planted a garden again this year and to plant a garden is to hope! We did a re-haul of the chicken coop, hopefully protecting them from bobcats and foxes, and started a new flock. (Thanks to my anonymous helper and Charlie G and Bob for their help on the coop.) And just to add to the poultry farm, we have a resident Tom. We call him Turkey Lurkey, and since I started feeding him leftover grains, he's not going anywhere. He has a damaged leg and limps around grazing on the last bit of field we've left untouched for him. We eagerly look for him in the mornings.

These things all give us life. Just being and helping in small ways where we can and breathing in the air.

No one can ever convey the intricacies of their life to another. My own mother who I speak with every day is continuing to learn and understand how we are situated, so I realize our own odyssey can be difficult to wrap one's mind around. Life as we knew it has changed irrevocably. Our goals and dreams have changed. But the one thing that remains is love. I shared a book page of the The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy yesterday, I'll leave you with it:

"We don't know about tomorrow," said the horse, "all we need to know is that we love each other."