I'm in quicksand.... slowly sinking...dead goats and dogs around me. That's my recurring dream lately. And it could be true. I've lost 2 pygmy goats in less than a week. Our wet weather has caused a parasite bloom that I'm having trouble keeping on top of it. I did get some time over the weekend to start a deworming cycle. Obviously not soon enough. The two goats were both over 10 years old, but had looked good up until about 2 weeks ago. One of the goats kidded last year - she was Chester's mother. The other goat had never produced a baby. She was the only female in a triplet birth with two brothers. That combination can produce a freemartin which evidently she was....I never saw a heat cycle, but she was sweet and was allowed to live out her life here. Such a strange thing to see first thing this morning looking out of my upstairs window. Maddie was dragging her out of the barn. Every Pyr I've ever owned will not tolerate a dead animal around where the goats congregate. I've heard it's because the dead animal will draw predators who want a free meal... must be something to it. Coyotes were close last night and Maddie was alone with the herd.
I've had to keep Cowboy on a chain in the yard for the last couple of days because of all the comings and goings of hospice and home health and delivery folks... I hate it. He hates it. I found him this morning, in the neighbors yard. He had gone over the board fence and on the way down had hung a front foot in a gap between the boards. He was on his back feet or he would have damaged himself severely. I was in tears trying to get him loose. My whole life is not fair right now. Choose your poison I guess... elder abuse if I leave them alone and they get hurt or animal abuse because I can't get outside to take care of things. I keep promising the critters that I'll be a good mommy again...just hang in there.
I got sleep a few nights ago - not much since then. I'm running on about 6-7 hours of sleep over the last three nights. Mom is just gone, dad's been unable to get himself up on his feet under his own steam. He says his knees hurt - and they probably do. He's got a horrible cough - but thankfully no fever. I called Home Health and they had me start him on his "emergency kit" of steroids and antibiotics. Hopefully it will help.
Christmas night I got zero sleep - mom got zero sleep and dad got zero sleep. In fact dad, who made me promise not to separate them, asked me to call the Assisted Living facility and just ask for any two rooms... They may have rooms available soon, but if we can't get a TB test for both of them it won't matter because they have to have that first. I've called our community health organization and asked if someone could come outside to the car and administer the test, and NOPE, no go. The pharmacist at our local Kroger store offered to come out to the car and give them flu shots but someone from a clinic can't walk outside? Geeze louise.
The older female living in my house is not my mom - she's just a confused elderly, paranoid person. She wanted to sit on the dining room table. Caught her trying to climb in a chair so he could get on the table. We have been giving her books to look at to keep her occupied. I have (had) a beautiful 'coffee table' book of horses. She started tearing pages out of it yesterday. She wanted to know why I'm keeping children locked in the basement (no basement) and she wants me to let them go. She hears them crying. She thinks I'm stealing her money. She thinks I'm poisoning her with the water that isn't really water. I ordered her one of those activity dolls so she can hold on to it and if she's bored try to button snap and zip it.
My dad told me yesterday that he's sorry he never loved me as much as his other kids but that he's grateful to me for helping them. I'm just numb inside now. Just gotta get through this.
Gotta keep making calls about those TB tests.