Kaizer

So, I've been MIA... mentally, socially, & technologically.  

A lot has happened since my last post.

Kaizer was my shi tzu that has been my baby for 6 years.  I love him dearly! I got him during a rough patch during college and he served as my source of comfort and has since been my best friend. 

Kaizer

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I told in my previous post of how we had a scare when we were told Kaizer had encountered some sort of abdominal blunt force trauma and had luckily survived.  Jordan's theory differed from the veterinary's theory on what exactly happened the day we found kaizer acting so strange.  The vet said he was either kicked or hit by a car.


My husband, in his infinite wisdom, suggested that kaizer had probably gotten stuck under the gate we had just installed, and struggled to get out: causing internal injuries.  The new gate replaced the old gate that left a 3 inch gap from itself and the ground.  Kaizer had no trouble digging a bit under the old gate and slipping right through to go hang out with the neighbors or lay in our front yard watching the cars pass, waiting on jordan or i to get home... But, this new gate was flush to the ground.  even opening it was a challenge.  We installed the new gate to protect kaizer: we were always fearful that he would get hit by a car when he got out... 


so, saturday mid-morning i put kaizer and sam in the backyard to enjoy the beautiful day.  kaizer was 100% after his mysterious blunt force trauma incident... at about 1:30 i went out to get the dogs.  sam reluctantly came in from over by the gate... kaizer never came.  I assumed he had gotten out again and went out front to start calling for him.  i then rounded the corner over on the side of our house where our gate is.  That's when I saw him.  Kaizer's body was jammed under the fence, his head on the backyard side.  I dug with my bare hands to release him, but he was already gone.  Ironically the gate we installed to protect our little man killed him.


I, of course, was ballistic... and alone.  Jordan couldn't leave work.  My Uncle Si was so sweet to come get Kaizer's body and bury him on land outside of norman.  We chose not to bury him in our backyard in fear that Sam would dig him up.


I've been grieving hard... Sam's been grieving harder.  Kaizer was Sam's best friend and Sam watched him die, possibly trying his hardest to save him.  Sam's experience is even more tragic than mine, and his grief is a testiment to that.  Sam will hardly eat, has no energy, and most hours of the day can be found laying in the backyard by the gate.  It's breaking my heart that I can't make it better for him.


The best thing I could have done for my own grief was start over with another puppy to love.  I got another shi-tzu that looks an awful lot like kaizer.  He's the sweetest little guy and is definately softening the blow of the loss of my kaiz.  The new puppy's name is Jack.

Meet Jack

Sam is trying his hardest to be hospitable to the new member of our family.  

I know he's confused, but one day they'll be the best of friends.

Kaizer: I love you more than you could have ever known.  

You were my sweetest boy! And you are missed every day!

 

Puppies, Babies, & Showers

Kaizer is home & doing 150% better! Thank you all for your kind words...

 Just to clue you in if you have no idea what I'm talking about, on the day that I was 'vomiting on the curb of leadership square', you know the day that couldn't have possibly gotten worse, I went home from work early.  I'm so glad that I did because when I got home I realized immediately that something was terribly wrong with Kaizer.  He wouldn't hold his head up, he couldn't focus on me, and he couldn't walk a straight line.  I asked Jordan if something happened while I was at work and he said that he came home from running errands and Kaizer had gotten out of the back yard and was sitting on the front porch waiting on him and was acting really strange, but Jordan didn't think much of it.

I took him to the vet immediately who determined Kaizer had sustained some sort of blunt force trauma to the abdomen... either he was clipped by a car or somebody kicked him!!! His spleen & pancreas was swollen and his eyes wouldn't dilate.  Our biggest concern was that he was bleeding internally &/or  had brain damage.  I, of course, was ballistic.  Kaizer is a part of our family and I will be devastated when we lose him, be it accidental or natural.

Kaizer spent 3 days/2 nights at the vet... I was able to bring him home today and they've determined that there are no lasting internal injuries! Thank God!!!!!

In other news: Evelyn is moving a lot!!! It's the best feeling in the world!  Also, I finished our registries at Tulips & Babies-R-Us... so excited for my baby showers! Evelyn is so blessed that so many people love her.

Vomitting on the Curb of Leadership Square

If you think you're having a bad day, read on... you'll feel better in 5 minutes, I promise!

So, on my way to work this morning I go to Bancfirst in downtown OKC to deposit a couple checks.  After I leave the bank I'm driving down Robert S. Kerr Boulevard and without warning I vomitted.  I vomitted everywhere.  I didn't even have a chance to open the door! I happen to have my mother's car for the week, so I vomitted in HER car.  All over myself.  EVERYWHERE!

I pulled over to the side of the road, opened my door and continued to throw up on the streets of downtown OKC... on the curb of Leadership Square.  The business people walking by were, of course, stopping to watch the train wreck that was my latte in projectile regurgitation. 

In a panic I begin looking around my mother's car for a towel, t-shirt, napkin, hell I would have been thrilled to have found a Sonic hamburger wrapper... ANYTHING to wipe myself down.  But no... there was nothing that resembled anything that could be used to clean up this disgusting hot mess!!

I call into work and tell them I won't be there for a couple hours.  I drove immediately to the Red Carpet on NW Expressway right across the street from Penn Square Mall.  I rolled my window down just a bit and asked the sweet girl if I could please have a towel.  I'm sure she could smell me from the other side: Mortifying.  She slipped me a towel and I cleaned up as much as I possibly could before stepping out and leaving my waste for someone else to scrub up.  I got out and told the girl to please detail to the nth degree and apologized perfusely for what the workers were about to experience.

I handed my keys over and began my treck across NW Expressway to Penn Square Mall.  I first stopped at the Kiehl's counter and bought face wash and moisturizer.  Then I went to Pea In the Pod and bought the cutest dress and jean jacket, which of course didn't match the flats I was wearing.  So, I then went to Baker's to buy a pair of sandals... all the while probably smelling to high hell.

I go into Dillards and find the 'Family Restroom'... I washed my face, reapplied my makeup (it's a friggen miracle I had my makeup in the car), changed clothes, sat on the the little couch for a minute and took a deep breath to regain my sanity... somewhat.

THEN, I had to climb up the small moutain that separates the Penn Square parking lot from NW Expressway, wait for the bright yellow hand to turn into a white stick man who looks as though he might walk right out of the box that houses him.  I finally get the go ahead to cross without breaking some sort of jaywalking law and, of course, half way through the 6 lane freeway, oncoming traffic begins to creep my direction.  I'm the pitiful pregnant girl waddling as quickly as she possibly can in hopes that the three cars inching near her are being driven by people who actually have souls and will stop for a girl who clearly is not having a good day... which apparantly they did... have souls, I mean.

I make it back over to Red Carpet to retrieve my momma's car.  I'm in the lobby waiting for the attendant so that I may pay and get the hell on with my day.  It's eleven o'clock and i've already endured far more than I have stamina.  As I'm waiting, a gentleman in the lobby area says, "honey, you wanna sit down and get a breath?"  And I say, "no thank you, I just really want to get to my car." To which he replies, "You taking prenatal vitamins? I see you shakin' over there". 

That's when Mona appeared (Mona is my alter-ego that I acquired sometime after we conceived.  She occassionally pops out of the wood work to handle situations that I, myself, am illequipped to manage.  Jordan, unable to ignore this other whole person living inside of me (and i'm not referring to the baby) that rears her ugly head, felt obliged to name her.  Mona, short for hormonal.)

Where was I? ah, 'You takin' prenatal vitamins? I see you shakin' over there!' Mona, with her dialated pupils, heightened heart rate, and cold stare that could frighten John Wayne into submission, quickly took over.  "Sir, have you ever been pregnant?"  The man cocked his head a bit, I imagine in an attempt to figure out if he should laugh at the rhetorical question, or be offended because I'm clearly a bitch.  Mona continued "No, probably not.  I appreciate your willingness to offer me advice on prenatal care, but my child will be just fine with or without you..."  All the while she's coyly smiling which really sets off the victim who is clearly confused by Mona's inappropriate smile and kind facial expressions that are accompanying her curt verbage.  

I know, I know... I should apologize for Mona, but she is literally out of my control.

I finally get to my car, and an hour and a half after having pulled away from the bank teller, I'm walking into work.  

feel better about your day??  Glad I could be of assistance.