If you've been reading this blog, you know I asked Bob for feathers to let me know he is still with me. And boy, has he delivered! To the point I had to dig up more vases... and need more!
Meanwhile, Kona healing very well. Still don't know what attacked her --
Ripley due for another appointment first week in August as his doctor is on vacation. But he is taking his meds though his belly still raw from licking it...
One day at time.
Since Bob died and my heart was broken, it has been re-broken and re-broken and broken again and again. Like a sentimental plate that you keep gluing back together only to have it fall apart... Tomorrow is my father's funeral. I will being watching from afar on Youtube as Kona (still recovering from wounds) and Ripley (on so many meds) need me and I can't leave them alone.
After Bob's death, it was Zenith and Boomer bang bang within weeks, then Chris, and then Bob's sweet uncle Dick who I loved, then my sister, and another close uncle and now my dear father. I am feeling quite cursed. Seems every time I get back on my feet, something happens to those I love. Even my grief therapist says "that's a lot" in such a short period of time. I do not know how much more this broken heart can take.
Early this morning my father passed away,
I've been trying to capture whatever attacked Kona with a trail camera attached to the tree near where she was attacked. So far all I've captured is this:
But would a kitty cat really do that much damage to a dog?
It is in the same location where Kona goes out in the morning at about the same time.
Kona goes in for her (hopefully) last wound care appointment next week. She's still dealing with an ear infection. Ripley has broken out in some kind of rash, vet is worried he may be allergic to his hyperthyroid medication. I have to spray him three times a day with a a dermatitis spray.
Meanwhile, my father is doing poorly and I am deeply worried about him....
