Saying Goodbye, Euthanasia, or “putting a pet to sleep”, is one of the hardest decisions we ever have to make as pet owners. In the seemingly short time that they spend in our lives our pets become much loved and cherished companions; they are part of our family and for some people they are a best friend, so saying goodbye is always going to be a really hard thing to do.
Most of us fear the day when our pets just cannot go on any longer and we hope that when they do die, they will pass away peacefully in their sleep, in their own bed and in their own home, but sadly for many of us this does not happen and, in these cases, euthanasia is the kindest thing that we can do for our pet to prevent unnecessary suffering and pain.
When Is The Right Time?
Every cat, owner…
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I am so excited to release the finalised cover of an almost 300 page interactive story/coloring book for children in paperback.
The Cathood Compendium consists of the first three volumes of Muffin & Milly’s Big Fat Tales, and with an extra exciting story added as a bonus, the kids will have many hours of fun and excitement to keep them busy!
My amazing illustrator, Martu Germinario, and I have been putting in endless hours in order to bring these delightful animal tales to life, by way of paperback, and at this stage, it will be ready for release at the end of July of 2017.
Thank you to all for your patience and support, as I finally watch my dream become a reality. I will further update you as we get closer to the release date.
Have a great week, and talk to you soon!
5 most common non-food items swallowed by pets
Anyone with a dog, cat, puppy or kitten will know what inquisitive creatures they are. They will investigate anything and everything they encounter, and that sometimes that involves chewing and swallowing objects they really shouldn’t!
Photo Credit: Pinterest find
Thankfully, most objects our pets choose to swallow are small enough to be digested or passed without causing any damage, but every once in a while our curious critters bite off far more than they can chew – remember Macie, the Staffie puppy who ate an 8-inch knife and somehow lived to tell the tale? Lucky pup!
Macie’s case was an extreme one, but there are many items that our pets manage to get their chops around that can still cause them harm, and these are the usual culprits:
Yep, our pets – and dogs in particular – just can’t resist…
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Donald Trump has actively held office for just six weeks, yet the torment, nightmares, insanity, destructive, hateful attitude and narcissistic behavior, not to mention his open mockery and disrespect of disabled, women, homeless and more has become overly apparent.
My panic attacks have increased ten-fold when I read the news. I live in Finland, yet Donald Trump’s face is in our headlines every single day. Barack Obama’s never was, as he did not thrive in controversy and lies. I did join some groups on Facebook, in order to keep in the know about what is happening in Trumpland, however, the amount of nonsense posted overwhelmed me and set off more panic attacks. I would quickly leave those groups, not realizing that the “follow” still upheld, and they would continue to arrive in my news feed on Facebook. I then had to unfollow the groups, while dwelling on what I had just read, yet again.
My heart feels sadness and pain at Donald Trump’s callous attitude and heartless decisions to disable those who are barely making it, while enabling the rich and powerful, making their health care free, suggesting they stop paying taxes, which will ultimately result in the only people in existence (at the end of his term) being the 1%, who will then literally run the world.
We are all living a nightmare. America’s president is mentally unstable, and his strings are being pulled by a world-class bully while, at the same time, he is being blackmailed by the USA-hating soviets. I only know their attitude towards it all because I follow RT news. It is an excellent source of news, but is commented with mountains of hate by readers, all of whom think Donald Trump is God, himself.
Love and hugs to you all. We need to be kind to ourselves and weed out the lies that come our way (which are frequent). Take care. Be safe. Know you are loved and that your fears are validated and understood. While I may not live in USA, the entire planet is suffering from Donald Trump’s actions, utterings and insanity.
Be safe, one and all. I know that Karma is watching.
Global warming is such a touchy subject for the rich. After all, people who try to save the planet are, in effect, stopping the rich from stuffing their pockets and bank vaults with funds from the benefits they reap, while destroying air, land and water.
Finland has barely seen snow in the last couple of years, compared to the mountains of it, which would appear in every outdoor area that was not covered by trees, when I first moved here from Australia.
The rooftops of all the homes around me do not have a single drop of snow on them, regardless that I live in the northern parts of Finland. It worries me, especially now, that birds which are natural to Siberian regions, are currently being spotted here, in Finland, showing that even the coldest of places are being struck by heat-bug, which is Global Warming.
I hope and pray that the backwards, inbred, thinking-challenged folks who believe that global warming is a myth (the rich who believe money out-values life, itself), wake up and smell the roses… but the way things are going, roses may also soon become a thing of the past.
To those of you, whose feelings have been hurt by these socially-sensitive comments, please empty your pockets, and recharge your soul at the door… as I slam it on your way out.
Love and peace,
Today, I was almost killed when a snow plow driver came within an inch of running over me at full speed. As I jumped out of the way, I noted the frown on his face which slowly turned into a grin. It brought back memories of the amount of times people have shoved me out of the way, assaulted me and generally assumed that I didn’t care enough about their lives to listen to them screaming, honking or venting. Sadly, it doesn’t even occur to them that the person they are behaving so badly towards might actually be DEAF and not hear you.
Imagine living in a world without sound. I am not bothered by the silence. It is peaceful, and doesn’t stop me from communicating. I use a computer to type, the internet highway to keep in contact with family, and ASL (American Sign Language) in the peace and safety of my own home when communicating with my hearing husband. It is bliss. The only time it becomes a nightmare is when other people find humour in roughly grabbing you from behind, silently shouting up close at your face as you smell their rancid breath, or even being assaulted and kicked off a bus because your ticket didn’t beep properly.
Even WITH sound in your life, those things would be rather daunting. The only difference is that you would actually know what the hearing person’s adult tantrum was all about. For some reason, some people assume that if a person didn’t hear them, then that person is ignorant, arrogant and deserves pain, shame and humiliation. We do not deserve any of those things. Nobody does.
When the incident happened this morning, the snow plow driver drove off while still grinning, not caring that the Deaf woman he had almost just killed out of sheer delight was still shaking in shock and fear at her front door. I guess he had beeped his horn and I hadn’t heard. Common sense would have told him to hit the brake, not the accelerator. It would have told him to slow down, not speed up like a muppet with a stupid grin on his face.
Please, if you are speaking to somebody and they don’t hear you, don’t get up close and talk with your mouth wide so the person you are talking to can see and smell what you had for lunch. Don’t push people forcibly out of the way because they didn’t ask you to let them by. Don’t be one of those people who are selfish, arrogant, self-centred and more. Use your head. Use your brain. Those of us who are Deaf cannot understand your anger or your determination to have fun at our expense. We feel. We laugh. We cry. The only thing we cannot do is hear. Please respect us, so that we can respect you in return.
Happy new year, folks.
Finland – a land of beauty, of stunning and unique animals which blow the mind and of the Midnight Sun. Forever breath-taking to visit, Finland touts itself as being at the top of the ladder when it comes to human rights, education and health. While this may be true for those they deem as “normal,” Finland once again shows its true colours in regards to their disabled, terminally ill, chronically ill and low income earning citizens.
I first noticed the change in how the Finnish government treated me when I lost my hearing. After dealing with a corrupt health system a few years back, by way of an Audiologist who was unable to determine the cause of my deafness, therefore decided that I was fine and able to hear, I was no longer treated like a valued member of society, but rather as a “We’d rather you not be seen nor heard from, as you are useless to us” Finnish citizen. As a result, I wrote a book about the corruption and the disgrace that is Finnish health and human rights system. I followed this up with a book for Late Deafened Adults (worldwide), titled How to Be Deaf, in order to prepare those who lose their hearing later in life for what’s to come. As a result, many Deaf people worldwide have expressed their thanks, nodding their heads in agreement that they have, indeed, suffered the same audism and surdophobia in their neck of the woods.
As a Diabetic, I rely on lower priced, subsidised medications just to keep me alive. Today, I am informed by KELA (the powers that be, who decide the fate of “insignificant gnats” like me) that my essential, life-saving medications are now my problem. Not only am I a profoundly Deaf, legally blind Finnish citizen who is forced to work from home (I have been physically assaulted by a bus driver (I didn’t hear him speaking to me), must pay for my own interpreter at job interviews and no employer risks the extra burden of “broken” employees), but I am also a burden to the country because of my health. Without my Diabetic medication, I end up back in hospital. Most recently, my blood sugar dropped to 2.7, I was passed out (at school and at the hospital) and hospital staff had to warm up my body just so they could get my blood flowing enough to take my blood sugar numbers. Yes, Diabetes is a life-threatening illness, which is affected by food, water, stress, illness and more.
I am also a Chronic Asthmatic, and without my essential five-different-types-of-medication-per-day, I stop breathing. The first time I developed pneumonia, I requested to have an oxygen tank at home for times when I simply cannot get enough oxygen into my body. This request was immediately denied, as the powers that be worried that the Australian-Finn, bed-ridden at the time of the request, might use it to make a weapon. Although I barely make it through each day and night due to severe breathing difficulties and I go through a lot of medication to try to keep my asthma at bay, I know it is just a matter of time before that letter arrives – where I must bear the cost of all those other medications – and when it does, this blog will tell the world the reason why I can post no more.
Finland, you may treat your strong and healthy well when it comes to health services, but those of us who are Deaf and/or disabled are dropping like flies, thanks to your labelling us as of such little worth to your ideal, perfect human being. Shame on you.
Please understand that we are not all equal. We are not all clones of your ideal human being. Those of us who are Deaf simply cannot hear. We can do anything you can do – sometimes even better than you can do it – but we do not hear sound. Those of us who are disabled and require assistance to get through life, while doing everything we can to contribute to your “perfect way of life,” are forced to hide in the shadows. We may not be athletes, we may not clean your home or cook your food or even service your cars, but we do contribute silently, working as hard as we can to ensure that your way of life is maintained. The least you could do in return is allow us to survive.
Please do not get me wrong. Do I love my country and the people who live in it? Yes, I do. Do I love and respect the laws of this country? Absolutely. Have I learned the language and culture of your country in order that I do my absolute best to fit in with Finland’s way of life? I surely have. (Not so easy when you cannot hear).
So please tell me this:
Why, when I am so ill, must I wait for an interpreter to become available in order to make a doctor’s appointment? Why do doctors refuse to use a pen and paper when dealing with Deaf people?
Why must we bear the cost of our own medications, when pharmaceutical companies make the cost so incredibly high? While you do not control that cost, surely you can absorb some or all of the cost, in order that we maintain our sub-standard way of living.
Why must Deaf and disabled tolerate the open discrimination of your bus drivers, nurses, doctors, so-called medical specialists and the powers that be?
When I was diagnosed as Deaf, I was threatened with deportation unless I agreed to be butchered with the forced surgery of a Cochlear Implant. After standing up to the Audiologist who made this threat, and telling her I have chosen to learn sign language instead, she suddenly could not determine any reason for my deafness, deeming me fit and well with nothing wrong with my ears.
When I spoke too loud at KELA’s office in Tampere, I was threatened with police arrest if I did not leave immediately. I am Deaf. I cannot control how loud I speak, unless I forcibly whisper. As I was at the office that day to BEG for the right to have a translator at doctor’s appointments, I was horrified. The police of Finland, since that day, have advised me personally that they wish that they had been contacted – so they could’ve arrested the idiot who wanted a Deaf person arrested for speaking too loud in public.
I hope that you reconsider forcing the Deaf and disabled to bear their own costs of basic needs, whether it be in the form of translation, medication or human rights. Please, Finland, become the country that you portray yourself as to the rest of the world – not just for those you pick and choose, but to the Deaf and disabled as well.
Terveisin and Regards,
PS: Regardless of your ill treatment of those of us who you see as less than perfect, I wish to take this opportunity to say Hyvää Joulua / Blessed Yule to you and your families.
Now we are on the countdown to Christmas, many of us will be putting up the tree and decorations over the coming weeks. Your cat may also find this time of year very exciting and even come up with some novel games like “Climb the weird indoor sparkly tree”, “play with the pretty Christmas decorations” and “eat the lovely goodies that our humans thoughtfully left out for us“.
Veterinary practices usually see a big increase of poorly pets over the Christmas holidays, with illnesses ranging from stress and tummy upsets to more serious problems such as intestinal blockages and accidental toxin ingestion/poisonings.
Remember to check the holiday season opening times of your veterinary practice and who is providing emergency cover over night and on the bank holidays. If your cat needs medication or a prescription diet, make sure you have enough to last over the festive…
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Around October 2014, my husband and I adopted an adorable gray and white kitten we named Arya. Around the same time, I started working from home as a writer.
Sure, my timing could have been better. It’s not easy to stay focused with a cute kitten running around. But it’s not impossible.
After two years of working from home, I’ve collected a few tips that ensure a more productive day, keep your cat from destroying expensive office equipment, and help you both enjoy each others company to the fullest.
1. Build scheduled play sessions into your day
One of the perks of working from home with a cat is that you have your buddy with you all day.
But your cat probably doesn’t understand the concept of “work.” To her, you’re available full-time for games.
If you decide to ignore her natural instincts to play, expect trouble. Instead of playing…
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