Alexandra was my only niece. I loved her to pieces, but I think even she knew I was better with the nephews and her brother. I mean, I got to the point where I could play with Fisher-Price toys, Matchbox, Hot Wheels, Thomas the Tank Engine…you get my drift. Alyx was an Madame Alexander doll girl, and I was Little Kiddles, back in the day. Yet, we still loved each other and hello Kitty.
Today, Alyx would be 38 years old.
Here is a picture of us circa 1994. We are standing in my parent’s front yard. This was always my favorite picture of the both of us together. It is bittersweet, as I was in my first cancer during this time and I would lose my sweet Alyx 3 years later to a mid-brain tumor. It was, kind of, the end of our golden age.
My Dad passed away the year after Alyx, and Mom in 2012. I know Alexandra is up there is good company.
I miss them all.
It was a dreary morning here at the bay. Remembering my Mom and her dementia, I tend to keep the shades down, as I know that light plays a factor on sundowning.
By noontime today, the sun came out. The sun normally would deter the sundowning , thus the term “sundowning “. The sun didn’t help deter Zush’s vocal cries. I have learned a new trick to help her out. I get her out, and either walk her or just hang in the yard with her. Like being with a human, the action taken seems to make things smooth over. It’s like the one-on-one time makes her more at ease, which, in turn, rubs off on me!
Learning something new every day, thanks to my friend Zush. She always brings love to the day.
My Zusher always was a fresh air type of girl.
She loves cooler weather and walking in the snow. Now, since the canine dementia diagnosis, she seems to crave our back deck. The rain stopped, so she’s been laying out there sleeping. I go and check on her every ten minutes or so, but I figure she’s happy for now.
Keep a good thought for the Zusher as she travels down this road with me.
I was born in late 1959. There are many things I missed in the last century. Through the circumstances that have had me home over the past six months, I discovered You Tube.
Remember I was an American Studies major. I know there are old movies and things that you can find. What have I been listening to or watching are reports on the assassination of the late president John Kennedy. Evidently, they run American documentaries on British television, such as channel 4 and BBC.
The one I watched today was narrated by George Clooney, and it was the story of how JFK and Walter Cronkite, and how they had age and the service in World War 2. It starts with how CBS went to 30 minute news with Walter meeting with JFK in Hyannis Port 2 months before the assassination. It takes you from the various reporters views, from the shooting through the burial in Arlington National Cemetery.
So with this post, I once again am showing my history background , and I guess it is better than some of the crap on cable. I know some of you may think I have no life, but hey, a little knowledge is a good thing.
Since it’s Saturday night, Jim’s home with me and Moonstruck is playing on the cable.
Meanwhile, sundowning Zush keeps walking around, as if she is trying to tell us,” How many times are you people watching this movie?” I have sung to her a bit and also rubbed her down with the lavender oil, but it seems as if she is having trouble getting tired, as it were. This is kind of weird, as I had her out for three walks today.
They are calling for chances of rain down here for the next four days, and I can’t help but wonder if, like her dear old mom, she feels the change in the barometric pressure. I like to read a page on the internet put out by an organization called Grey Muzzle. It deals with issues with older pups like the Zusher.
It is a daily experience with my girl. You learn there is no such thing as predictability in dementia, be it canine or human.
No matter what, she will always be my girl!
Here’s a shot of my littlest girl, Kasia.
I was going to write about Zush and what’s going on, and quite frankly, was feeling a little low, as I tend to feel at this time of the night when she sundowns. All of a sudden, my Kasia comes up to me as I am sitting at my desk typing and puts her front paws on my thigh. This is basically her heads’ up that she wants a belly rub. It is always a little bittersweet in that I remember how I used to sing to Zush when she was younger as I gave her a belly rub.
Kasia, however, is my tear-dryer.She keeps nudging me until she gets 1000% of my attention.Usually, by the time we get through our exchange, things are good.
She is a God send, that’s for sure!
There comes a time on Facebook that you get too many tear-jerking dog stories. My buddy Kathy, and other dog moms know to give me a tear-jerker warning.
As I am getting a little too close for comfort in this area, I decided to spend time on the floor hanging with my Zush tonight.
Granted the picture I took was a selfie with my IPad, but you know what?
I will cherish it until I breathe my last. It was good sharing Momma and Zush time. It will always be the biggest chunk of my heart!