Bad couple of days here. Last two weeks, one caregiver on vacation, one who's Dad died. I had cared for Cathy's Dad when he was at our SNF and her Mom retired from our dietary department, so I was close to the family. It was a blessing. Dad is finally out of pain and at peace. Cathy and her Mom were worn to a frazzle taking care of him.
So it was Leo and I for two weeks and what a grand two weeks it was! Pool, work and our volunteering with me daytime. No complaints, just did his work. Leo came in at 4pm. They did laundry, Leo is quite the cook; so he and Bruce served up some fine food, always left me a plate. Toilet before bed. Bruce walks with Leo to the bed-just a few steps, but won't do it with me. Did his clearing of the table and dishes. Leo just took what I was working on and continued it. Funny, Cathy said tonight, Bruce has come so far in two weeks. That was nice to hear. I insist on a lot of house stuff now, especially since that is all he is willing to do. Has increased his pool time to an hour and a half-himself! He is so confident in the pool now, I just go with the flow. Doing some new stuff with the arm-hand. Will it work? Who knows.
So Cathy and Jen are back this week. Tuesday, no pool with Jen. Tonight no toiletting before bed. Obviously I have to mull all this over. Weather hasn't helped, think it has been raining for two full weeks now. And Bruce's sleep pattern is changing yet again.
So while dealing with all of this and where to go from here, we are off to our volunteering at Animal Haven. We have committed to this and we have to go, regardless of how angry I am.
Public comes in at noon. The trained volunteers come in earlier, do cage cleaning and dog walking. Except three adoptions at noon on Wednesday and they forgot to put the cats back in their cages-lol. I think all 30 were out!
Bruce gets into room and says "wow!" Manager says just do the best you can. Well we have to catch the cat, read its collar, find its cage, make sure the cage is clean and get it back in-lol. We had a blast. The treat bag helped and you can imagine the WC running into food and water dishes.
Then off to Lucille. Except we find out her real name is Latte. Bruce takes her and she settles. He is smiling. I go off on cat round-up and hear "Debbie!" Latte got away from him. I got her out from a corner, settled her down and Manager says when you put her back, can Bruce work with our new guy, Dante?
Dante is just precious. About six weeks old. Nice lady found him on her steps. Manager figures he was somehow separated from his Mom. Lady goes home to try to find Mom. Incredible!
You open Dante's cage and he hisses. It is hysterical. Yes, he is a tough guy and so threatening at about six inches long! He is a long hair tabby, with a real red tongue. Just gorgeous. And Mr. Bruce found out that if you pet behind his ears, you are his best friend! Settled right into the nook of Bruce's right arm and fell asleep, purring.
I am angry, disappointed. Made my point, to whatever that end may be! But had to share our joy once again. Debbie