same with leg conformity - 46 yrs of looking at horse confirmation - heck I even look at peoples leg confirmation - I can spot knee and hip issues right away!
I wish you could tell me if I have knee or hip issues. My hip was not quite right as a baby, and I wore a brace.
🤦‍♀️ me, I never asked my mom, WHICH HIP!!!??? I asked my sister, and she thought it was my right hip.
A person with my life experience has a lot of secrets and sadly demons.
I know what you mean. I keep the secrets close, the demons at arms' length. They taught me a lot.

My favorite Kenny Loggins song: Celebrate Me Home.
 
Tax, and twofer:
Middle (top) and Lark, two of my original flock. Black Australorps; they're stunning in the sunshine.
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Hey everyone

Things have settled down for the evening so I have a break to myself. I should be taking a nap but I find myself too tired and my mind racing so forget that for the moment. I am making half a pot of coffee. I know it sounds silly, but 2 good cups of coffee in peace and solitude will settle me down quicker then anything. My grandma is still with us but if it was bad before now it is just heartbreaking. Either due to the dementia or the advancing of the cardiac shock taking hold she does not know us 95% of the time. Sometimes after sitting and talking to her for a brief moment she will remember us but it is gone almost immediately. She does not know where she is at and each time she rouses up she thinks she is either in the hospital or at someone else's house. She has never been in a car wreck but the other morning she woke up thinking she was in a car wreck the night before and had a broken leg. This also leads to the same questions multiple times a day now. Who are we? Where is she? Why is she in a hospital bed? And the hardest one to answer is can she walk? We answer honestly and truthfully each time and the walking one always ends in tears. If we lie to that one there is fear from the hospice nurses that she might try to get out of bed and fall. Not sure she has the strength to but we do not want to take that chance. She is strong somewhat still in her upper body and can roll over if she really wants something. Then there are the questions that I do not have the heart to tell the truth to. She has asked about her mother and some of her deceased siblings asking when they were coming home or if they were out shopping. She has yet to ask if they are gone so I will not tell her they have passed. Last Monday was a terrible day. The worst she has had and she kept insisting that she was going home to Jesus that evening and her vitals were dropping. She had the nurses concerned enough they encouraged us to make the phone calls to her siblings which we did. She snapped out of it in the middle of the night and had a good day Tuesday. Wednesday was when she started not knowing who we are and has slowly and steadily declined since. Me and mom are hanging in there and everyone is fine. The horses and the chickens are doing well. Everyone but Poppet is now laying and the boys are shedding their winter coats so Spring is on its way.
:hugs :hugs :hugs :hugs
You have an amazing amount of strength, Rebecca - I had had you in my thoughts all this past week, and will continue to do so - and your family. May Gran be peaceful, and not troubled, by her dementia.
 
Two for Tuesday:

My 2 girls had just gotten put into the tub - suitably protected tub, that is!
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Yay, she is drinking! The light one (Buff Orpington) is the patient. The dark one (Khaki Campbell) is the friend. They are both older girls - the buff is 9 years old, the Khaki is 8. In the past, those two have gone co-broody together and raised a couple of batches of ducklings. It is amazing how they cooperate. First thing in the morning, one would get off the nest to eat, drink, poop, and the other would shuffle to the middle of the nest....30 min. later when that one came back, the other would leave to eat, drink, poop, bathe....while the first took over duties...then when she came back, they would shuffle side-by-side on the nest, futz with the eggs under them, and settle down again.:love
 
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While I was at school, my parents returned him to his owner because he was too big. He was super sweet. It’s not fair because he would have settled in just fine. I’m ticked off.
I do feel your pain there with this. :hugs I imagine this feels even harder because of how Charlie brought up to you how much you’ve missed Coach. If this dog isn’t going to work out, another will eventually. Sounds like your parents were certainly willing to try, so there is hope for another large dog joining your family.
 
Two for Tuesday:

My 2 girls had just gotten put into the tub - suitably protected tub, that is!
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Yay, she is drinking! The light one (Buff Orpington) is the patient. The dark one (Khaki Campbell) is the friend. They are both older girls - the buff is 9 years old, the Khaki is 8. In the past, those two have gone co-broody together and raised a couple of batches of ducklings. It is amazing how they cooperate. First thing in the morning, one would get off the nest to eat, drink, poop, and the other would shuffle to the middle of the nest....30 min. later when that one came back, the other would leave to eat, drink, poop, bathe....while the first took over duties...then when she came back, they would shuffle side-by-side on the next, futz with the eggs under them, and settle down again.:love
Drinking is a massively good sign.
I really hope she will be OK. She is pretty!
 

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