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Run free, sweet Olive… you almost made it to 17

This is another ‘backpost’ that I am not actually putting up until way after the fact… I feel bad that  I didn’t say something here at the time, though I did put it up on Facebook, but we were still reeling from losing Simon when this came out of nowhere.

RIP Olive

We lost Olive suddenly after an intense flare-up of a chronic intestinal problem she had. It shouldn’t have been unexpected, but it was still a shock. Maybe her and Simon are cuddled up together in a sunbeam somewhere now. Olive had her issues, and her relationship with the other animals was a big source of unrest in the household for many years, but she was a sweet cat who was deeply empathetic – if someone was upset, she was always right there to comfort them.

She had a long life and she was in chronic pain from her old injuries, but she deserved a better death than to be rushed to the vet in agony. I am so, so sorry, Olive. May you run free and be whole.

Gwen moves on to a happy new life!

*This was originally posted on Facebook, and I am backdating it and copying it here.

Farewell, Gwen

So I have been holding off on saying anything till we were sure things were going to work out, but now that we know for sure, I’m both happy and sad to announce that Gwen has a new home. Those who know the situation with Gwen know that there have been a lot of challenges in living with her in our house. It was a bad fit right from the beginning; she was very stressed by our household and in turn made everyone else anxious. We, the cats, and Gwen all made the best of it, but when we finally got her skin issues under control we realized that continuing for another decade or so wasn’t fair to anyone, especially Gwen herself. We figured finding her a better home was a longshot, but we had to at least try…

Apparently the universe was looking out for Gwen – a couple came to meet Gwen with their little Boykin Spaniel and everyone hit it off right away. She has been at their house for three weeks and has fit in wonderfully, and with thirty acres around her, she’s no longer on a hair trigger startling at any little noise. She hangs out with her new sister, and goes swimming, and watches TV in bed in the evenings. Her new family loves her, and she’s doing great… and she’s home.

We’re having to learn not to tense up when a car drives up the road next door, waiting for the explosion that will no longer come, and the cats are slowly learning to relax again. I really do miss her, but she’s so much better off. When I got the email that they wanted to make it ‘official’ I got a big lump in my throat… what a wonderful outcome.

All I ever wanted was for Gwen to be happy.

P.S> A big shout-out to Boykin Spaniel Rescue for helping to make this happen!

RIP Simon 07/04/2001 – 05/29/2014

RIP Simon

I can’t even put into words what an awesome cat he was, how much he meant to us. He was kind and gentle and super smart, he was always the ‘mother’ to babies we brought in the house, and anyone who was sick. He loved to dance and sing, and if you ever saw him do it you’ll know I am not making that up. He had more pain in his lifetime than one being should have to suffer and he was so stoic that when started to have more difficulty walking than usual, we though it was arthritis and had no idea of the terrible thing growing inside that was about to take away his life.

He was wonderful, and he was always there… and now he’s not. Our hearts are broken.

The forever hike

This morning Gwen had a vet appointment. I really hadn’t planned out the day beyond that, but when we got out of the vet’s office the sun was shining brightly and it was shaping up to be a wonderful day — it seemed a shame to waste it. I decided it would be a nice day for a hike.

Hmm… where to go? Somewhere new, maybe. But I didn’t want to drive too far, and I didn’t want to go somewhere too remote, by myself. The Pink Beds trail in Pisgah National Forest seemed like a good choice and off we went…

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At the trailhead

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Gwen is eager to be off.

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The first of many boardwalks.

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Not a good place to lose your footing.

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According to the hike book, a lot of the areas along this trail are flooded by beavers.

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No beavers here.

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Beautiful

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I saw this, and I was like, ‘that is neat looking’ – and then I realized that was my path.

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No problem for Gwen, all that agility training came in handy here.

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Posing with the tree root monster.

There are more pictures in the full album here.

Some time  after all these pictures were taken… a looooonnnnggg way along the trail, I started to wonder just how much further we had to go? My GPS program I was using to track my distance (not very well, it kept freezing and then skipping in a straight line from point to point instead of following my path) had already registered over three miles and the entire trail was supposed to be 3.4 miles. I encountered a lady ahead of me hiking with what looked like a whole pack of huskies, and asked her how close we were to the end of the trial; imagine my surprise when she told me the trail was a seven mile loop! “But I thought this was a three mile trail?” I asked, and she said that if I had turned at the bridge I passed it would have led straight back out to the parking area, but that the trail we were on would ‘eventually’ loop back there. I asked how far along the seven miles she thought I was, maybe halfway? “I’m not sure if you are that far, but don’t worry, your dog looks like she’ll have no trouble making seven miles.” she replied cheerfully.

Suddenly, the joke I had made in my text to Joy (letting her know where I would be, to be safe) that she should ‘call the park rangers’ if she hadn’t heard from me by four O’clock wasn’t funny any more. We’d been maintaining a really brisk pace the whole way, including jogging on the areas that were flat enough for it to be safe, but now we really got a move on.

The trail seemed to go on forever. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was getting late in the afternoon, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry. It wouldn’t get dark for a few hours, but it would start getting cold soon, and the shadows of the trees would make it darker in the woods even before sundown. Joy really would think I was lost. Every chance I got where I wasn’t risking a broken ankle, I’d put on a burst of speed. By the time we got to the car my legs were numb and wobbly.

I have no idea what trail we were on today. Most of it was definitely the Pink Beds trail…  I thought I followed the signs and the orange blazes all the way, but obviously I deviated somewhere, because the books all rate that trail as about an hour and a half normal hiking speed and fairly level, and we spent two hours at speeds ranging from a brisk march (before I had turned it off because it was draining the phone battery, my GPS measured our average walking speed between runs as 4.7mph) to a full-out sprint, and it got a fair bit steep in places. I don’t know if it was seven miles, but it was definitely way more than three and a half so apparently I took ‘the scenic route’.

The dog has been passed out cold most of the evening and I think I totally earned that whole piece of tiramisu I demolished at dinner.

You. Are. In. My. Space.

Simon was not in a sharing mood.

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