It's been a very sad week, but this morning I've been thinking about Thanksgiving Day and I really do have much to be thankful for. I have a loving, supportive husband who loves our crazy lifestyle and house full of animal as much as I do.
I have a comfortable home that accommodates our large furred and feathered family.
I've had the honor of knowing some incredible dogs and sharing their lives.
I'm especially grateful that eight of our dogs survived the infection that took Samba and Sky. They were able, for whatever reason, to fight off the infection and are now healthy and happy and awaiting Thanksgiving dinner.
I'm thankful that Fudge's injury is relatively minor and he still has his eye. Dr B said one of the lacerations nicked a blood vessel causing all the blood last Saturday. The eyeball is uninjured and we're using drops and doing some therapy by moving the eyelid so that scar tissue doesn't adhere to the eye. Because Fudge is a little too excited about the whole event and is trying desperately to rub his eye, he's now receiving a light sedative along with his pain meds.
I'm thankful that we have a lovely, peaceful pet cemetery near us called Friends of the Family where Sky has joined Pylon, Bentley, Lucy, Monty and Tsar. He was cremated and his ashes scattered.
I'm thankful that Samba is back here at home with me.
I'm thankful for all the friends I've made thru blogging and very grateful for the support you've given us during this difficult year.