I know I’ve talked about timing and the various stages of our lives we find ourselves in. I’ve talked about beginnings and endings and I have shared my thoughts on every step in-between.
And I’ve shared many endings and how I have the ability to be a part of choosing the when’s and how’s of these events. I have had the chance to say a couple more goodbyes for clients and their families recently and while it is never an easy thing to do, I always try to make sure it is absolutely the right thing to do.
I’ve been lucky to share some fun and wonderful and maybe even silly beginnings- like the 3 Bee Gee Fyfe ferrets who brought mayhem and shenanigans back to the Fyfe house just about one year ago. Barry, Maurice and Andy make us laugh on a daily basis and I’m so happy to make you a part of the sunrise of their lives with us!
(Because goofing off with ferrets is absolutely the right thing to do!)
A few friends have had the opportunity to visit and play with this current trio-of-trouble. They were fascinated with baby Paige’s clothing, car seat and other baby acoutrements when we let them out during our celebration of Canadian Thanksgiving. Auntie Merielle’s recent photo shoots with them and their girlfriend, Fallon captured their unique and mischievous personalities one and all. And Barry clearly forgets the No Bite rule when houseguests like Joel and Jeanette stop by.
It has been great sharing Professor Higgins and his journey onto the Fyfe Farms in ND and eventually here in Montana. He continues to be a delightful, squeaky little friend who leaps into the air for a scritch on his forehead whenever he sees you.
And now we have yet another potential new beginning in the works.
An intact, very friendly black tomcat has been hanging around and it doesn’t look like he has any plans on leaving.
We have both been able to pick him up and cuddle with him and last night we allowed him a little bit of living room time with us (we blocked off the rest of the house so he wouldn’t terrorize Sport, Bebe or the ferrets.)
He is extremely affectionate with his purrs and kneading of his paws and seems to really appreciate the cat food we provide for him.
We’ve named him Lava and so far he is getting along with Jockey and Higgins. We aren’t sure if Lava has made it to the open barn during the day but we haven’t locked him up inside at night with the boys yet. I’d like to get him neutered before we do that.
Its funny to think that we were contemplating a time without any pets a couple of years ago. I’m fairly certain most people who know us shook their heads and rolled their eyes when I suggested a pet-less Fyfe Farm but we had a rough couple of years during Attrition and our hearts were sore.
While I doubt we’ll ever be back up to 5 dogs, 3 ferrets, 2 guinea pigs and 8+ cats again it is fun getting to know the new fur babies as their suns rise on our world bringing brightness and warmth to our lives.
But that’s where the thoughts of Timing come back into play.
Because I fear it is twilight for a couple of our special friends.
Or maybe its even getting close to sunset for one of them.
This is where our sweetie, Bebe is right now as I type.
Its not unusual for any Fyfe kitty to be curled up in one of their cat beds on the warm heated floors but she is doing it more in different places.
Like in UB’s old dog kennel in the garage where there are towels and a soft blankie and the concrete floors are heated there, too. It is almost as if she is choosing to be away from the hustle & bustle of our daily routines.
Bebe was never an interactive cat (most of our houseguests of old have never even met her… she had the distinction of being seen scrambling to get away from strangers as they cried out, “there she is!”) but that changed after we lost Boomer a few years ago.
Bebe became a chatty, personable, quirky little companion with a penchant for Greenies who liked cuddling on the couch and sunbeaming whenever she could.
But she isn’t as into Couch Time the last few nights and she has lost more weight and both of us think twilight is upon her. She also isn’t as into her canned food that we dutifully provide every night.
She did, however, jump up on the bed the last 2 mornings to visit and cuddle and she still wants her Greenies. Just not the chicken flavored ones. I’m giving those ones to Lava, Jockey and Higgins right now.
Bebe. Babs. Fabulous Babulous. Lutefisk Babs.
She is going on 17 years and I did find what I thought was a cancerous growth in her mouth a few months ago so none of this is surprising.
Upsetting and sad but not surprising.
And she is not suffering at all. Everyone reading this knows my rules on that. As long as we’re eating, drinking, peeing & pooping and enjoying our lives pain free then we are good to go.
Like Cleo, who is also in the twilight of her life.
Cleopatra is at least 15 years old, which is her first problem.
The spaniel who ran throughout the mountains of Montana for most of her life with her Lab, Husky and Bostonocker Sperrier buddies has rear legs that don’t do what they’re supposed to do some of the time now.
Well, maybe much of the time.
She also has canine cognitive dysfunction which basically means she’s losing her marbles.
It is endearing but there might come a time this winter when life is too confusing for her or those back legs just decide to give out altogether.
Right now I can get her onto and off of the bed and she generally sleeps all night long (being completely deaf helps with that.) She still loves her kibbles and sliced cheese and the “Rimmies” are gobbled up for their taste as well as their anti-inflammatory benefits. And her tail wags in big circles when she prances down the hallway with her Daddy in the morning.
Our Southern Belle will hopefully be able to get through to her Mummy if Doctor Mummy isn’t able to. I guess I’ve always been able to talk myself to it and through it but I’m not looking forward to any goodbyes at this point.
The tears in my eyes and on my cheeks are what we were trying to avoid when we talked about a pet-less world.
But there is less happiness and laughter in a pet-less world, at least on the Fyfe Farm.
(Or, Fyfe Farm for Wayward Pets… as Lava’s presence is reminding us.)
And who am I to prioritize less crying and heartache over cuddling with a purring warm kitty cat on a cold night or spooning with Cleo or Sport in bed or trying to bathe wiggling, seemingly spine-less creatures with pointy noses and sharp canine teeth?
I have shared with many clients over the years the importance of realizing that you will probably outlive your pet when you enter into a new relationship. And that’s okay. Its part of the deal.
So hopefully we can provide a prolonged twilight for our girls right now and continue to enjoy the sunrise of Lava (with a little snip-snip in the near future!)
And we’ll continue to make sure to provide everything we can for our furry little buddies.
As good as we can for as long as we can, right?
9 thoughts on “Timing”
Tearing up as I read. They are all so lucky to be at the loving Fyfe farm. Xo from Saskatchewan.
Awe, thanks so much, Barb. For reading & sharing your thoughts, one animal lover to another!
I went in strong without a tissue due to the fact I have a warm cuddle bug on my lap. A 17 year old cuddle bug who is also getting thinner than I’d like. Therefore. . . . sans tissue a bad idea! Thanks again Tanya for sharing these stories that are so near to my heart.
I knew I should have had tissues when I embarked down this toad… Hell, I knew it when I took Bebe’s picture in the cat bed. We both know better. These ancient souls who choose to live with us for so long… my goodness, the stories they could tell.
Goodness, toad, lol… I need to proofread when I reply
Oh this is always so hard to read. I’m glad I’ve had the opportunities to visit with them and know their lovely souls. So many lessons to be learned from these moments. And thank you for sharing them with us.
I learn so much every single day. Lava, perhaps aka Dembe was in again tonight and chose the soft blankets to sleep on. Sport is crawling over me right now and your ferret nephews are tucked in for the night. We love that you enjoy our merry band of misfits!
Thanks again you bring it all into perspective for so many of us! Can’t imagine you two without furry friends they are so deserving of your love, devotion, humor, and abilities to really care and understand them! It is a better life for you and for them.! Enjoy knowing each other…and have a great Thanksgiving !
You are so right, Kathy, it is a better life for us with the furry Fyfes. It would be so strange to be without any, I know. Happy Thanksgiving & thanks for sharing!