Altered States

A Good Moment

Taking the queen and ranger to the vet this morning, they both were up to their prior usual antics.

Our queen climbed onto the couch and tried to eat fake grass, and our ranger kept ranging all over up and down – including both trying and succeeding at easing onto my shoulders while I was sitting.

Then, our queen settled onto my lap and our ranger came and went as they both received cuddles, head-boop-groomed each other in gentle affection, and absorbed my carresses while stretching into gentle spine-flex rubs.

For once, we were there as a happy family.

Yes, the three of us are each falling apart in various stages – but we’ve belonged together.

Unified.

And I realized that this moment – for such rare moments as these – is what all of the struggle to keep them some version of healthy and alive has been all about.

Pure caring.

Sparks of joy

Love.

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Shoe Angst

I regret tossing the shoes with the hole – oh, how I regret it!

They fit me so well and kept me balanced with smooth transitioning stability poised directly under me.

Keds, sweet Keds…

Gone – all gone!

The replacement shoe pair that I found are hard-sole-lifted under feet, making it painful for weight-bearing philanges to shift over as if clamboring and causing deep stress to torn attachments around hips from stalted movement ambulating.

And the other pair of shoes that are softer but sunk down and too long that I hadn’t worn since before the accident wrenched my leg struts and surprisingly shifted balance off, causing sense of as if I’m about to blackout and hindbrain dizziness!

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When Puppets Become Real People

We are taught to be as puppets and to let others pull our strings, dictate how our strings shall be pulled, and to dance to these janky rhythms with distort our truths and leave us discarded on a shelf when “masters” are done “playing.”

Well, if we are not loved for doing these things we were told that we would be loved for, maybe we should all just cut our strings.

(Title reference to the story of “Pinocchio”)

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Ends Of Days

“As some animals have developed heart failure, liver cancer, and now possibly mouth cancer, I must at least say to myself that these are indicators that I succeeded at providing quality longevity of life for them – although it does not make sense to me that achievement means death by old age diseases, because it would feel more right if youthful health were further prolonged.”

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Faith

Unfortunately, Faith requires belief when it is difficult to see or feel tangibles.

There is no real reassurance except shifting one’s self into pushing aside lockdown fear while doing whatever one can to get to show up for those miracles.

Even if that means only being able to do one thing per day.

Because once one gets the momentum going to do that one thing, just in passing one might be able to accomplish a few more other vital things.

And before one knows it, many hurtles have been overcome which seemed impossible or, at least, improbable.

The road isn’t easy, though.