sneak preview: drag me to hell

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Dear Blog,

Had to type something to clear the top of this thing off.

I'm going to start doing little mini-prints. Each print will be a little 5x7 edition of 10 for $10 each.

Some will have dinosaurs.

comfort

As if on cue, a quilt from Derek's stepmother arrived in the mail, concocted of various worn out t-shirts we had sent her months ago.

the little one with the big heart

Matilda didn't make it. She died yesterday afternoon, shortly after a visit from us. We brought Murphy to see her, and her favorite blanket. We think her squeaks and groans she made were her telling us goodbye.

I had worried that the venom would damage a vital organ, like the kidneys, but in the end it was the blood that was destroyed and never fixed. After 7 transfusions (4 blood and 3 plasma) her heart simply gave out.

When we first adopted her, she was a timid stick from the streets. A jittery almost shy girl who would burrow and hide throughout the house. Over time, she become a snuggle companion, fetch player, and an ever more creative burrower. She slept in bed with us, and was ecstatic when we would return home, dancing on her hind legs and patting the large window pane in our side door with her little claws. She became happiness personified.

We keep saying how unfair this is, how the little one got a raw deal. But I think the rawest deal of all would have been her dying alone in the streets downtown, which would have happened had Harmony not rescued her. Emaciated, fearful, and un-loved to a vibrant loving, loud soul. It didn't last long enough, but at least she had that.

At least she had us, and for a little while we had her.

matildabeast

PUPDATE! Day 4, PM Edition

Third plasma transfusion in progress, BUT she did stand up, turn around, and pass out all on her own energy. Sure, it was ALL her energy, but a little victory. All the Vet Techs are super optimistic and ecstatic with her progress.

PUPDATE! Day 4

Just got off the phone with the vet.

THE GOOD: She seems to be in less pain, she was propped up and sat for a little bit. She drank some water on her own and didn't throw up (given how swollen her face and throat are, I'm not even sure how this is possible, but yay her). Her blood pressure is holding.


THE BAD: Another blood transfusion. Another Plasma transfusion. Something, be it her body or the venom, is destroying her red blood cells and not making anymore -- very bad for the healing process. Her count dipped back to 13, its original low. It should be high 30's-low 40's.