This year, I’m thankful for…

Category : Pets

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This year, I’m thankful for…

It goes without saying that my husband is always the most important thing in my life, and I am thankful for him every day. The two items listed below have special significance to me this year, and because of that, I am highlighting them as my special Thanksgiving gifts.

My Health

For the past ten years, I’ve had chronic pain in my lower back due to degenerative discs. A couple years ago, I had surgery on a herniated disc that was causing severe sciatica down my right leg. Immediately afterwards, I felt pretty great; better than I’d felt in a long time. However, this past summer, I re-herniated the same disc, causing pain down my left leg. Knowing how quickly things went South the last time this had happened, I had zero hope that I could avoid another surgery.

Treat Your Own BackUpon beginning physical therapy in September (which I considered futile based on the fact that last time I worsened with PT rather than improved), my physical therapist gave me a book titled “Treat Your Own Back“. I was skeptical, but I was desperate to try anything to avoid surgery and reduce the pain in my leg. I began following the steps outlined in the book, and I was shocked to feel some improvement within two days! I continued the book’s exercises, paired them with my physical therapist’s exercises, and I lessened my pain every week.

Just this month, I “graduated” from physical therapy, and to my amazement (as well as my doctor’s and my physical therapist’s), I avoided surgery by a landslide. I didn’t think this outcome was possible, and because of the book and my saavy physical therapist, I finally had the tools to treat my lower back pain, as well as prevent and correct any future injuries. Now, I feel even better than I had after my surgery in 2013. I thought it worth including a photo linking directly to the book, because it helped me immensely; and if any of you have lower back pain, it’s a must-read.

My Years with Gracie

GracieThis October, my bunny (and first pet) passed away. When we brought her home from a pet store almost 10 years ago, she was a fearful baby bunny who resisted a few months before warming to us. She had two bunny companions whom she loved and outlived. Haas was larger, a trouble-maker and bully, and she (yes, Haas was a “she”) demanded our attention 24/7. However, Gracie was extremely well-behaved, and she refused to be pushed around by Haas. This often created tension between them, but they were no doubt a bonded pair of six years. After Haas passed away from a stomach blockage, Gracie searched for her for days, and it broke our hearts. A couple weeks later, we introduced her to “Little Man” Gus, with whom she formed an immediate bond. She loved him like her own little baby, and he was positive that she was his mother. They were inseparable for over two years. After their first year together, however, Gracie suffered a severe illness. It was a miracle that she survived it, but once she was well, she could no longer use her back legs. Gus loved her just the same and played happily by her side until he came down with a similar illness that took his life a year later.

Soon after Gus was gone, Gracie also lost use of her front legs. We moved her to a permanent location on our couch, atop a small foam mattress and towels. She had to be hand-fed, drink water through a syringe, receive pain medication, and undergo daily diaper changes and weekly baths. Sometimes she suffered seizures, and Mark and I questioned whether we were doing her more harm than good. But Gracie’s ever-happy disposition, her healthy appetite, and her numerous kisses told us every day that she was happy to be with us and receive our affections and care. She was with us for another year (the first part of which I doubted I’d ever adjust to the routine of caring for her in this fragile state), and we were thankful to spend that time with such a sweet and grateful little soul.

When we had to put Gracie to sleep last month, our comfort came from the knowledge that she had lived a long and happy life with us, and that she would no longer experience pain and be imprisoned in her own little body. Gracie was amazing and unique in so many ways, and we were fortunate to have had her. She was patient and sweet, and she was content to take a back seat to Haas and Gus who sucked up our attention because they were prone to naughtiness. She was also appreciative—she loved affection, and she would sit at our feet for hours just to receive pettings. Mark and I know that she was truly special, and it’s unlikely that we’ll ever encounter another quite like her. Our lives have been forever touched by this little bunny, and thankfully, we will never be the same.

Thank you for reading, and I wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.


Category : Pets

That’s right; my eight-years-old, black mini-lop is the rabbit behind my most recent web design freelance job. Here’s why:

Gracie’s Background

Baby GracieGracie was three months old when we brought her home. She was the smallest of her siblings, a jet black puffball. She came from a pet shop, and although I’ve since been educated to understand the importance of adopting, I know that we saved her. I’d had rabbits growing up as a child, so I had a certain expectation that most, as babies, were cuddly and trusting. Gracie, on the other hand, was skeptical and aloof. Now, at some point before she was ours, the end of her right ear had been chewed off, probably by her mother or one of her siblings. And I don’t know how long she was in that sleazy little pet shop, but I’m sure that being handled by various not-so-careful children didn’t help her, either. Thus, it shouldn’t have been surprising that she didn’t exactly warm to us for the first few months.

gracie_thumbGracie in the snowMark and I had planned a trip to Washington D.C. and because we didn’t have anyone to watch Gracie while we were away, we boarded her for the week we were gone. When we returned and brought Gracie home, something in her had changed. She was clingy and followed us everywhere around the house. I might venture to say that she missed us, and it was her way of asking us to please never board her again (which we haven’t). Anyway, we had a new relationship brewing with her, and we liked it.

Haas outsideNot too long after our return from D.C., we adopted a companion for Gracie; someone to play with while we were at work. Now, most of my family and friends know of Haas: the insane, blue french lop that was into everything. Her (yes, Haas was a girl) stories are pretty legendary, and I hold a very special place for her in my heart. But unfortunately, Haas didn’t turn out to be the best playmate for Gracie. She was a bully and completely over-bearing. Haas was also an attention-sucker. We spent so much of our time wrangling Haas with her bad behaviors that oftentimes, Gracie (who is incredibly smart and quiet), sort of blended into the background. The two didn’t get along for the six years and often had to be separated. (Gracie, being much smaller than Haas, held her own very well, and even placed a notch, similar to her own, in Haas’ ear). However, three months before Haas passed away, they bonded. They played together, groomed each other, and were completely inseparable. When Haas passed, Gracie searched for her for days. And it killed us.

Monkey FaceWhen Gus joined our family, there was a completely different dynamic to our household. He and Gracie were instant friends, and there was no longer the need to have separated playtime. With little supervision, Gus and Gracie were able to remain outside their cages and with us in the living room until bedtime. Gus learned to copy Gracie’s every move, and in a way, Gracie learned the joy of motherhood. Once again, life had become pretty sweet for all of us and stayed that way for over a year.

The Illness

One morning last September, in my regular getting-ready-for-work routine, I walked into the living room to let Gracie and Gus out of their cages and feed them breakfast. When I opened Gracie’s cage, I noticed right away that she was swaying in her litter box with her head curved toward her side. I opened her cage, and she clumsily jumped out, fell, and began rolling while trying to gain her footing. I screamed for Mark to come help me because something was wrong with her. It took me quite a while to stabilize her. I placed her back in her cage and called the vet’s office immediately. Thankfully, our vet had just had a cancellation, so we were able to bring Gracie in right away.

Upon quick examination, the vet told us that Gracie’s eyes were shifting and she had severe head-tilt; this was not good. X-rays and blood results didn’t reveal any trauma or proof of disease, so the vet told us she would consult her contact in Colorado, who specializes in rabbits. After reviewing Gracie’s lab results, he advised that we start Gracie on Panacur, a de-wormer for dogs and cats that is also used to treat E-cuniculi disease in rabbits, along with Baytril for inner-ear infection.

Home Care

The first day we brought Gracie home, her illness was so severe that she either lie on the floor of her cage with no strength at all, or she rolled in counter-clockwise circles when she attempted to move. Her eyes shifted continuously, which did not help her equilibrium. Mark began padding the sides and corners of her cage with cardboard and towels to ensure she wouldn’t hurt herself as she rolled. We also rolled up and tied a small hand towel for her to lie on so that the eye tilting toward her side would not touch the ground. She ate her greens and anything fresh, but she refused her hay (which is vital roughage for a rabbit’s digestive system). Her head tilt would not allow for drinking out of her bottle, so we poured water into a tiny saucer and held it to her as often as she needed it. Seeing her in this fragile state was devastating for both my husband and me. Gus, of course, was confused by this turn of events.

The next day there was no visible improvement, and Mark and I were afraid that we were contributing to her suffering instead of making a more humane decision. After all, our vet wasn’t confident that Gracie was going to pull through this, but our vet was more than willing to do her best and help us try. Day number three, however, brought a huge glimmer of hope. When we brought Gus and Gracie outside (Gracie remained in her cage with a towel over her for warmth, but we could tell she happily recognized the back yard) for some fresh air, I noticed Gracie’s eyes had stopped shifting! I began crying, because I was so happy.

Each day that went by brought subtle improvements. Gracie had proven to us that she was determined to fight, and seeing her will to live was all we needed to realize that we had made the humane decision. Gus often visited her outside the bars of her cage. Sometimes we allowed him in with her, which we at first worried would upset her. However, seeing the light in her eyes during his company assured us that his presence was much-needed medicine. We gained hope that the care throughout the day, the two weeks of sleepless nights that she stayed in our bedroom so we could tend to her, the frequent check-ins with our vet, and Gus’ companionship were contributing to her recovery. She lost her head-tilt completely, she no longer made circles when she moved, and she could eat and drink just as before (hay included).

There was, however, one set-back.

Life with a Disabled Rabbit

We are still unable to understand why Gracie lost the use of her hind legs. At the beginning of her illness, they were visibly functional. However, it’s possible that one night while we slept, or throughout the day while we were at work, Gracie may have suffered a stroke which resulted in the paralysis of her back legs. It’s also possible that her nerves were damaged as a result of everything her little body went through. Either way, life again would change for us.

Gracie in the tubBecause Gracie’s hind-leg paralysis determined that she could no longer use her litter box, and most of her time spent with us is in our living room, we rigged up a tarp with towels over it (which we change frequently) to be her new living area/litter box. Although it’s not the loveliest sight in our home, it works for Gracie, and Gus is fine with anything, so we’ve learned to live with it. Additionally, because Gracie has a more difficult time grooming herself (although Gus does his best to help), her hind end requires that we give her a bath every other night. To our surprise, Gracie doesn’t put up a fight.

Gracie and GusAnd, thanks to a sweet little website called, we’ve learned how to provide physical therapy to Gracie’s back legs every night, which she also doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she appears to appreciate the attention as well as the cuddling, since we keep her in a towel and cradle her like a baby while we exercise her legs. And the best thing of all? She’s regained feeling in her back legs and toes! She still can’t walk on them, but she can stretch them and clean them a little better than she could before, and that’s tremendous progress. We realize that she may never regain full functionality, but seeing her progress and spending such dedicated time with her has been truly rewarding for Mark and me. She’s now receiving the attention that she didn’t quite get in the past, and we can tell that she’s happy to be alive and loved.

How Gracie Got Me the Gig

After things stabilized with Gracie, I realized that I wanted to do something for our vet who’d helped us through this difficult time. I didn’t mention it above, but the doctors and staff at Gem City Veterinary were extremely compassionate and went above and beyond to provide care for Gracie and make sure Mark and I felt at ease. I noticed that they did not have a website, so I brought in business cards and offered my services to them as a thank you for all that they’d done for us. I told them I would work with their budget to build them a website or provide them graphic design, if needed. It turned out that they didn’t have need for a website at this time, but one of the technicians happens to be the vice president of a non-profit organization that is dedicated to helping Laramie animals, and they needed a website redesign. I contacted them, a little too eagerly, perhaps, and I learned of all the tremendous things that they do for the animals and pet owners in the community. It turned out to be a design match made in heaven. So, without further ado (I promise) here is the website for Laramie Animal Welfare Society (LAWS).