Another Hurdle

It seems that this little boy’s troubles are not far behind him yet. His bloat is still present and troubling. He has now been diagnosed with congenital megaesophagus which is causing him to when he is crying, to bring up milky bubbles from below. This happens now when I poop him. He is unable to just move the waste along and he cries so frantically when I am stimulating him.

I was told to instead of stimulating him, just give him a bath and towel him dry vigorously to help move the poop through the chute. It has worked only a few times.
The congenital disease is widely seen in Siamese, and as I mentioned before Huckles is showing signs of being a beautiful flame-point. I am just trying to keep this stress point down when it comes to pooping him and it is a challenge to be sure. There is no cure right now, he is too little to even consider fixing him. His appetite is still good, he is not lethargic- in fact he is just the opposite. He just has had such a difficult beginning and keeps having all these problems pop up as the days go on. He is 12 days old today.

Also, this year, in honor of Jeremy’s birthday- I have planted a garden. We have five acres that I could plant but I don’t have a rototiller so I am planting in old bathtubs, wheelbarrows and along the fence line where the dirt is softer and easier to manipulate. Since I do not have a green thumb- if this garden thrives, it will be because Jeremy’s Spirit is interceding. I have been known to kill cactus and that is hard to do!

July 4th Mike’s ashes will be spread on Hidden Lake in Alaska with his kids, his ex-wife and his grandchildren present. I won’t be there. I don’t need to be. The kids wanted their dad’s marker to be close- so I chose to send Mike’s ashes to his oldest son in Alaska and let them take care of the details. The one thing that Mike wanted besides to be scattered where we had our first date, is for a poem I wrote to be recited while his ashes are being dispersed. I believe his daughter is going to share it with the group.

I’m going to just post it here- it is untitled. I wrote it after we discovered that we were falling in love with each other.

We’ve discovered this,
a wonderful place.
Where we share our dreams,
our goals to chase.

It’s a place of intimate secrets
Uncharted by no other man.
An Island for our thoughts and dreams,
a sharing of our plans.

You can’t get there in a rowboat,
an airplane or a car.
Perhaps on a magic carpet,
Or the tail of shooting star.

It’s a place that you can reach for,
Only with tender, loving care.
But, if you have never loved someone,
There’s no way to take you there.