March 31, 2011
March 30, 2011
March 29, 2011
...I was standing in the house by the boy-prophets. Nobody seemed to notice us, and we got in nobody's way. Though they had been old men hundreds of years ago, they were not at all surprised at being present there as young boys; and I, though a nun over forty years old, was not at all surprised either at being now a poor peasant child of nine years. When one is with these holy people, one is surprised at nothing, except at the blindness and sinfulness of mankind.
- The Life of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Anne Catherine Emmerich
Yeah, there's always that.
March 27, 2011
March 26, 2011
March 24, 2011
The red oak in our backyard.
Ondine had her surgery today. We stopped to see her on our way home. Her whole back leg is shaved from spine to toe, with a long incision over her hip. She was doped up and hurting and confused. Poor thing. We will bring her home tomorrow.
March 22, 2011
March 21, 2011
March 19, 2011
March 17, 2011
Ondine yelped and pulled up lame last Friday and has been favoring her left hind leg since, though it didn't slow her down much. Still, her hip didn't look or feel right, so Bren took her to the doctor today. We discovered that not only was Ondine's hip disjointed, but that an injury in her past had shattered a wall of her pelvis. I saw the x-rays. One side of the image showed a long, smooth, graceful curve, and the other, a mass of rubble. She will need some surgery.
Last Sunday Sandi said of Ondine, "I think you picked a good one," and I said, "I don't think we picked her. I think she picked us. I don't know how these things happen."
But Bren and I both feel today that actually, we do. Her surgery and rehabilitation will likely be an expensive, time-consuming process. Bren gets a good discount on animal care, and Ondine will have lots of people who like her a lot overseeing her recovery. Right place, right time: These critters come into our lives for a reason. We are grateful for them all.