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Kaylee’s last photo, 5/19/13, 12:49PM.
“Aye,” Roland said, “but first we should see what Mordred had for gunna—there may be something useful there—and bury our friend. Will’ee help me see Oy into the ground, Patrick?”
Patrick was willing, and the burial didn’t take long; the body was far smaller than the heart it had held. By midmorning they had begun to cover the last few miles on the long road which led to the Dark Tower.
I’ve always known that the name we chose for her was as close to perfect as you can get: just like her namesake, Kaywinnet Lee Frye, Kaylee was sweet and caring, but tough in her own scrappy way. (Jayne, not so much; methinks Wash would’ve been a better choice for her.) Yet when I think of her – and right now I can’t imagine millisecond when I won’t – I’ll always be reminded of the billy-bumbler Oy, and this passage in particular. Like Oy, Kaylee had a heart far bigger than her tiny little body, both figuratively and literally; a heart that was brave – so brave! – and fiercely loyal, even to a fault. She was just an all-around BAMF; there aren’t enough words in the English language to adequately describe the awesomeness that was Kaylee. If we ever adopted any goats, I thought we might name the first pair Oy and ake (pronounced “ache,” short for Jake). Now I’m not so sure. I think that name belongs to Kaylee too.
Kaylee and I on Thursday, post-feeding tube surgery.
Things with Kaylee took a nosedive overnight. She went from having trouble supporting weight on her back right leg to not being able to control her hindquarters at all. Nighttime saw lots of (hopefully dream; we gave her melatonin to help her sleep) thrashing and involuntary twitching and, later, seizing. The seizures could be a sign of renal failure; the legs, perhaps a herniated disc. It’s anyone’s guess, and I’m not about to subject her to another 45-minute drive to the vet for more tests. Although we may cave and drive her out there anyway, if the euthanasia vet doesn’t get back to us soon, or is booked all morning. She can’t seem to move at all now, though that could just be from exhaustion, and I’m not really sure how much she’s aware of. Shane thinks her consciousness passed with me last night. I hope that’s true.
I spent the night cooing sweet everythings in her ear. I want to believe she heard me.
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When a dessert sporting roasted bananas crossed my tumblr dash, my mind immediately went to ice cream – banana ice cream, that is. I wondered if anyone had tried roasting bananas prior to freezing them for ice cream and, if so, what effect this might have on the finished product. Right away I hit the net in search of recipes. (An by “right away” I mean several weeks later. Procrastination, it’s my strong suit.)
Turns out there are as many ways to make roasted banana ice cream as there are bananas in a bunch. Let’s start with the roasting: you can slice and freeze the bananas and then roast them – or slice and roast them, and then pop ‘em in the freezer (which, incidentally, is the method I use here). You can roast them in their peels or naked. The bananas can function as the base in true banana ice cream form, or be used as flavoring for a milk base (non-dairy, in our case). Food processor or ice cream machine, take your pick. Or mix them half and half with unroasted bananas! Is your head spinning yet?
In the end, I went with the slice and roast method, and it worked quite well. The brown sugar and margarine congealed into a sticky sweetener which hardened nicely when chilled. As with regular old banana ice cream, you want to use overripe bananas – just not quite as brown and mushy as usual (too hard to slice!). The bananas shrink down quite a bit during roasting, so you’ll end up with a little less ice cream than normal; seven bananas yields about three quarters of a quart, whereas five unroasted bananas usually amounts to a full quart of ice cream for me.
The taste of roasted bananas is difficult to describe. It tastes…roasted? Kind of a bit richer than regular old bananas. The whiskey is optional, but is super-neat in that it prevents the ice cream from freezing solid. Instead, it exists in this perpetual state of soft serve. Definitely a bonus in my book.
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Kaylee & I before yesterday’s 3PM checkout.
She’s still not eating or drinking on her own, unfortunately. Stubborn old girl.
The latest Kaylee update: Even though her values hadn’t changed much (boo!), we were able to bring Kaylee home from the vet yesterday (yay!). I’m way too tired and busy to write much of anything – she still isn’t digging food, so mealtime takes a good half hour – but I copied some of my most recent facebook updates below. Lazy, right?
Please pay careful attention to the last bit and, if you have any suggestions, leave ‘em in the comments. I will love you forever.
Kaylee’s creatinine levels are up today, which isn’t exactly awesome news, but new vet doesn’t seem super-concerned. (Perhaps it’s just because their situations are so different, but he seems far less fatalistic than the vets we dealt with during Ralphie’s meltdown.) He wants to see how she’ll do in her home environment, so we’re bringing her home this afternoon! I’m crazy nervous about getting to her eat and drink, so hopefully she’ll cooperate. We spent the morning rearranging the beds in the house so that Shane can sleep in the sunroom with most of the little buggers, and Kaylee and I can have the adjacent bedroom all to ourselves. I wanted to spoil Ralphie in this way, but sadly we didn’t have enough time.
So anyway, that’s where we’re at.
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5/14/13 – Got to visit with Kaylee outside again!
This time we went earlier in the day since it hit 90 after noon.
Went to visit Kaylee in the early afternoon because the high was supposed to hit 90 (!). I figured we’d better get an early start if we wanted to visit outside – which we did, for about a half an hour. (She had to be back on fluids in an hour, so.) She had a little more energy and interest in food than yesterday, but today’s visit was a bit more depressing because she was obviously miffed at me – whether for leaving her at the hospital or trying to force food down her gullet, I don’t know (both probably).
Her kidney values haven’t changed any, but we’re going to leave her at the hospital for one more day just in case anything changes (doubtful, but possible). At the very least, they can keep her hydrated and (hopefully) eating. Her latest doc thinks that these are “livable” levels, as long as she’s eating and drinking consistently. Supposedly the staff was able to coax her into eating a whole jar of baby food this morning, but she mostly snubbed me.
5/14/13 – Another pic from today’s visit!
Hopefully tonight will be her last in the hospital.
If this anorexia persists, we have the option of inserting a feeding tube in her neck, but that makes me hella uncomfortable. Plus there’s that old adage that you know it’s over when a dog refuses to eat. Of course this isn’t any dog – Kaylee’s got a history of being finicky, is slow to respond to anti-nausea meds, and she’s maybe still a little depressed over the loss of Ralphie. It’s entirely possible that his death is what precipitated this downward spiral.
As for her long-term prognosis, no one really knows. Once we bring her home, she could last a few days, a few weeks, or a few months. The good news is that her heart is no longer much of a concern; new vet doesn’t even think we need to bother with her heart meds. He did find a growth on her spleen which could be cancer, but really her kidneys are the primary concern.
Kaylee’s a tough old broad though. That’s what I need to hold onto.
5/14/13 – Hot but breezy. The wind kept blowing the edge
of the blanket over her. She was not amused.
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Ralphie the dachshund, Kaylee the rat terrier,
and your fully clothed (for real!) blogger during happier days.
Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook or in real life are already hip to the meaning of this post’s title, but for those who aren’t a quick update.
A few weeks ago my eldest dog kid Ralphie went into renal failure; after a 4-day hospital stay, it was determined that there was nothing we could do to save him. We brought him home last Monday afternoon and, after giving him 76 wonderful, pampered hours, he was euthanized on Thursday (incidentally, my birthday).
Two days later we rushed our second-eldest dog Kaylee to the same ER for a snake bite, which turned out to be the least of our problems. The vet ran her bloodwork “just in case” and found that she, too, is in renal failure. She’s currently undergoing the same treatment as Ralphie, which will hopefully lead to a slightly better outcome – a few weeks or months vs. a few days. Currently they’re trying to flush out her kidneys with IV fluids, which should get her values down; after that, they’ll try to wean her off the fluids to see if/how her kidneys function under more normal circumstances. Complicating matters is her heart murmur; push the fluids too hard and they could send her into congestive heart failure. Luckily that hasn’t happened – she’s got a strong heart, that one! – but it does mean that her treatment is more conservative and will take longer. We should know more tomorrow morning.
Our very last photo of Ralphie. We somehow managed to take over 900 in the last three days of his life, but I haven’t the heart to look at any of them yet.
(We had our other dogs checked out in case there was some weird environmental cause – they all managed to walk through a puddle of antifreeze at the park and lick their paws clean without my noticing, for example – but the five youngest are all in great health. The vets are fairly positive that the timing is just a coincidence. A horrible, horrible coincidence.)
Anyway, I had a bunch of posts scheduled in advance – everything published last week was written well before Ralphie fell ill, and the twitter digests are generated automatically – but the queue has mostly run dry. Probably you won’t hear from me in a while.
I plan on writing more – much, much more – after the crises have passed. Until then, hit me up on Facebook if you’d like to follow Kaylee’s progress; I’ve been more active there this week than in the first four months of 2013 combined. If you could, please send positive thoughts/prayers/positive energy/good vibes my way. These dogs mean the world to me; to lose one is difficult enough, but two in as many weeks? Unthinkable. I could use all the extra strength you can spare.
A few of the many photos we took during today’s two-hour visit with Kaylee. We were able to take her outside, which was awesome. We spread a blanket out in the shade (next to a vacant office building – you take what you can get) and got some quality cuddle time in. While we were gone the staff set up a “buffet” for her in Exam 2, where I tried to coax her into eating. I got her to lick the tongue depressor a few times, but mostly I had to trick her into eating by plastering baby food to the roof of her mouth.
She was pretty annoyed with me by the time we left.
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This is actually a variation on the Pesto Genovese from Nonna’s Italian Kitchen by Bryanna Clark Grogan. I’ve never met a pesto I didn’t like, but this one’s especially tasty. The original recipe calls for Soymage Parmesan, but here it’s swapped out for nutritional yeast, lemon juice, and – this is where things get strange – vegan chicken broth powder. Which I just so happen to have on hand thanks to my new favorite bulk foods site. (BACOS BY THE POUND!) I love the powdered stuff compared to bouillon – not only is it easy to use, but no palm oil. Yay! But I digress.
Served over a pound of gnocchi with some mixed veggies (not pictured – a last minute addition, they were still in the microwave during the photo session), this was the perfect quick and light meal for the first hot day of the year. fwiw, one recipe makes about enough pesto for one to two bags of gnocchi (or a bag of gnocchi + 2 cups o’ vegetables), depending on how heavy you like it.
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