Just wanted to let everyone know that I am having hand surgery tomorrow on my left hand. It could be up to 3 months before I am totally recovered. I had it done on my right hand before we left Alaska. Anyway the point I am getting to is that I will try to post from time to time while recovering but I am not very good at pecking the keyboard. I learned to type on a electric typewriter with no letters or numbers on the keyboard. I really appreciate this because I can carry on a conversation, watch tv or type whatever without ever looking at my fingers. The bad think is that if I have to hunt and pick I have no idea where the letters are. My fingers just play the keyboard like a piano.
I can still process the photos I have taken lately for the blog, so that is a good thing. I bet if I asked really nice I might to even get my loving husband/proofreader to type for me. Or maybe I need to check into one of the programs where it types for you. Now that might be fun to try. I bet it would be a laugh to see what words it comes up with. I believe I might go research that right now.
So I have been making masks for the family and whoever needs them. I will be donating to the medical people here. We have a place that we can drop them off. I have posted on NextDoor app. I guess I should post on facebook so anyone that needs one can get one.
Heather, my daughter, has bought most of the material and elastic. She doesn’t have time to make them so I am.
I had someone on NextDoor that needed one for her and one for her daughter. I gave her an extra because she worked in the medical field. She said the ones they gave them hurt her ears. She is donating some material and elastic she has. I was really excited about this.
Heather came by to drop off some more material and elastic today. Also, some chocolate chip cookies and pictures the girls colored for us. I left her bag hanging from the mailbox and she replaced it with her bag. I feel like I am dealing drugs.
Harrison got to meet his big sister for the first time through the window.
We are staying safe and practicing social distancing. It is really hard when you know your granddaughters are in the car and you can’t hug them. What matters though is keeping them safe.
Today I am bringing myself to actually write about my best friend, Alice, who I lost on Sunday. Alice was my 102 lb. Lab/ Catahoula leopard dog who at 11 1/2 years old left this world.
Alice never wanted anything but to be by me. She loved me unconditionally. She was the best girl. She never left my side when we were hiking or the campsite while camping. When David and I would pick berries or spruce tips she would just lay and watch us, move as we moved and never left my side. We were walking with her through a park one time and this tiny dog came running out of the grass. Scared Alice to death and she went running for camp. Another time we were going to hike the trail to Five Fingers on the Yukon River in Canada. There were steep, long steps down to the trail. Alice got down about half way turned and said that is enough, ran back to the van. Trying to get her across a bridge over the Yukon River in Miles Canyon near Whitehose was really something. David pushed and I pulled. Once across she was fine and we went for a nice walk. Coming back we just thought this is going to be fun. She tricked us though and walked right across.
Alice was such a chicken. People would be afraid of her because she was big. They would hear her deep bark not knowing that she was hiding in the bedroom barking at them. She was a great protector if she could hide behind you. She was afraid of kitchens, bathrooms and floors without carpet. Oh yes, stairs can be scary too. In fact any change can be scary.
Alice helped me through my late husband’s, Baggy, 13 months of illness and his death. When the paramedics were on the way to our home I put her outside. As they worked on Baggy in the living room by the window she quietly watched. When it was time for them to take Baggy away, as they zipped the bag she started to bark and did so until they drove off. She was the one that helped me make it through this.
Alice moved with me from Texas to Washington to Alaska. Then our last move to York, Pennsylvania. She was a great traveler.
She was so good with the twin granddaughters. I used to laugh because every time Dan brought them over she would have to smell them and make sure they were the right ones, I guess. As they grew she would sit patiently until they finished eating so she could clean up their mess. If she did get tired of them she would just get up and go into the bedroom.
When we would get ready to go somewhere and Alice couldn’t go we could tell her, “No, Alice you have to stay.” Then she would mope off to her moping corner in our room. David said she reminded him of Eeyore.
Friday morning I was awakened by the sound of Alice falling against the wall next to my side of the bed. She then slipped down the wall and was laying down. I thought that was weird but she seemed to settle down. I went back to sleep for a while. I got up around 6 and went to start my morning routine, which the first thing was to let Alice out. She always follows me right to the door as soon as we are up. She didn’t follow. A little later she tried to get up and couldn’t. Her whole back end didn’t work.
We looked up vets online and found one that opened at 7:30. I called and they could get her in at 10. The next problem was how to get her in the back of our car. Luckily, we have a Subaru Outback so the backend opens up. But how would we get this 102 lb dog up the hill and into the car. Our son in law, Dan, and his Dad, Jim, came to help. I got her on a sheet and we brought in the girls’ wagon. We go her into the wagon, up the hill and into the car without stressing her out.
The vet couldn’t find anything really bad on the x-rays. Some arthritis but who of us don’t have that in our backs. I am thinking now it was a stroke. The vet says it could be. She says we could try a steroid shot and that if it helped we would be able to tell by Sunday. I agreed to let her have the shot, hoping it will help. We took her back home.
By now she has not been to the bathroom since Thursday night. David and I put a rolled towel under her to hold up her backend. We took her out but she didn’t do anything. She couldn’t pick up her tail and her legs just dragged behind her.
Saturday night wasn’t a good night for Alice. Sunday morning there was no change what so ever. I couldn’t let her suffer any more. I made the decision I had to make. The vet opened at 10. We were there with Alice when they opened. They got us in right away. They were so wonderful to us. Alice left this world knowing how loved she was. We were with her until the end.
I love you, Alice. I will never forget you and all you did for me. I hope you are sitting at Baggy’s side now watching over me.