EDIT: 18 JULY 2022
This post was originally published on 6 March 2019
Hello and welcome to Lee’s Scribbling. I shift yet again—from being a wife on the Texas bayous to a divorcée on the coast to a nomad in a travel trailer, for now. I feel certain that nomadism will end before the year is out but, until then, please follow along as Sam helps me sort through a lifetime of self-effacement and look to a future of personhood.
Of course, the first and most important thing to note, as I have written here, is that I have chosen to be called by my middle name and to eschew both my first name and the nickname my ex-husband gave me. If you know me and are comfortable with either of the latter, I am not requesting you change how you address me personally. I am merely stating that “Lee” is preferred.
If you know this blog, you should know I had a separate beach blog. Over the coming weeks, my posts about Surfside Beach, TX will be “migrated” here under a different menu. However, like the rest of the blog, it is my intent to incorporate them in a way that is not always location specific. I believed I would spend the rest of my days in Surfside. I was mistaken. It is time to accept that life for me isn’t in any way predictable and that I cannot limit my blog to any one location.
As my world has become so variable with spotty connections and deep dives into self-healing, trying to keep up with the structure and organization of my two blogs has been challenging at best. Just the migration of my main site took longer than it should have because of my mental acuity (lack thereof). Here we are, finally, and I hope that this iteration will be more enduring and more coherent. It is, however, a process, and pulling the two blogs together will take time.
Finally, this blog is a bit of a shotgun approach to my life. I have read that this is not how to get blog fans; that one should limit a blog to a focused topic. Well, honestly, I’m not writing for an audience. I’m writing for myself. This approach necessitates a layout that allows for more targeted reading. If you want to avoid my blathering about my dogs then you can click on one of the other categories. If you want to only read about them—well, you get the idea.
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Last Updated on February 26, 2023 by Lee Ellis
My blog isn’t focused either, I write about whatever pops into my head, and yes, maybe that’s why I don’t have a huge following, but…
What’s the point of having a blog if you can’t write what you want? 🙂
Yeah. Maybe someday I’ll do something different but for now this is me.
Wow i stumbled across this looking for information about congestive heart failure in dogs. You have me weeping openly with your story of Big Dog, my family thinks im losing it over here, and maybe i am. My 15 year old girl is going through this, over the last year noticed that she was getting a little out of breath, and making snorey grunting sounds when she is at rest.
Then came the coughing attacks in her sleep, they would wake her and me, scare both of us stiff, and you could hear something wasnt right. Then the change happened in her abdomen, she was always a little pudgy due to being part beagle and part corgi, and part chowhound. But this was different it didnt feel like fat, it didnt move like fat. A trip to the vet revealed it wasnt fat, but fluid. Now he has her on lasix to start and see how she does, she is old , and we are worried about renal failure with the expanding medications she will have to take for CHF.
She is my best friend, how can this be happening to her, i just cant even think straight. She outlasted a husband and 2 relationships. That girl got me through some of the hardest times of my life, and now this is going to take her from me. Im so bereaved and she hasnt even passed yet. But reading your story has made me cry tears of pain heartbreak and joy. We only have them for a short while, but they do more for our well being in their short lives than you can ever imagine. I only hope for peace for her when the time comes, like your Big Dog, i pray that my Roxie Blue can let go peacefully and not have to suffer fear or pain. Thank you for this blog.
I’m so sorry that your Roxie Blue is going through this. I am, at this precise moment, editing a poem about the trip with Big Dog after he passed. So, how surprising to have your heartfelt reply pop up on my phone. We had 13 months with BD after diagnosis and he did well in that time. Got a bit foggy in the last month but he remained happy and out of pain. I miss him every day.
Those coughing attacks are scary, but they were helpful in getting my attention.
I wish you the best for your girl and thank you for your comment. I know how special she is to you. You speak of her like I speak/spoke of BD. These dogs are just special.
Warm regards. KC.
Bloom away—we’re with you, my friend!