Darwin's Corner is now mostly Yukon's Corner.
Our well-loved little dog died December 14, 2015. You could call it complications of cancer and cancer treatment. It was time to say goodbye.
Work in Progress. Forgive my mess.
CURRENT NEWS ABOUT YUKON (November 2019)
Sunday, early evening, Yukon had some sort of accident. In the house. Probably trying to get up onto a couch, or maybe up or down the steps from one room to the other. She’s an old cat. Now has a partial tear of a ligament on her left side near the haunches.
Couldn’t get any animal emergency services. I’m going to leave it at that.
This is Wednesday, day three of vet prescribed pain pills and steroids for her. Plus bed rest, no stairs, and no couch lounging. She can walk now. In fact, she’s seemed to have improved.
Going to check if PetSmart or Petco or anyone closer than Austin provides emergency services.
UPDATE December 2, 2019
A week of bed rest and meds has done wonders. I was able to pick her up without protest yesterday, she's walking around more and sleeping outside her box some. Looks better, sounds better. We have a follow-up vet visit late this week.
FUN FACTS ABOUT YUKON
FUN FACT #1
Yukon is basically a white cat that God went all bibbidy-bobbidy-boo on and saddled with a, well, a saddle, and a combination cap/mask coloring of greyish brindle. Brindle gray leggings, too. And a short, stubby striped tail. I'd think she was some sort of Chimera, but I see cats all through the neighborhood with her same markings. Got to be cousins, brothers, sisters, etc. (Photo of Yukon upcoming pretty soon). But, holy cow, there really is such a thing as a Chimera cat. Yukon isn't one of them.
FUN FACT #2
Yukon is one of the sweetest animals I've ever known. She came with the house we bought back in 2007. Was living in our backyard. And of all the cats I've ever known, she was the only one who ever bit anyone bad enough to end up in the ER. You've heard the saying no good deed goes unpunished? Well, one day Yukon had the bad luck to fall afoul of our dog Nails. He had her in his jaws and was this close to breaking her back when Mother raced out into the backyard, dragged Yukon out of Nails's mouth, and got bit for her troubles. By the cat, not the dog. Saved Yukon's life twice over by getting rabies shots. Mother was a real hero that day.
FUN FACT #3
We stole Yukon from her owners.
Not really, but close. Yukon lived in our backyard, in our bushes, on our front porch, and when she got hurt once when we were on vacation, we took her to the vet. Decided if we were going to really care for her she needed to join us in our house, so we asked the owner if we could have her and she said yes. Yukon hasn't been outside since except for scheduled vet visits. She loves lounging on the couch, sunning under the window, and eating.
FUN FACT #4
Do you remember that old YouTube video of the cat that sang Italian opera when its owner scratched the base of his tail? Well, Yukon does that too, except with this being Texas, she sings honky-tonk.
Yukon doesn't sing, but the expression on her face....
Pure bewilderment. Something wonderful is happening to her and she has no idea how or why or who. I just love it! Doesn't seem to work on all cats, though. Tiberius doesn't go all googly-eyed. Wish he did.
FUN FACT #5
Yukon has princess paws.
That's our name for the Soft Paws plastic sheathes she wears on her front feet to prevent her from shredding the couches. She can often be seen chewing them off, however. We find them all over the floor, assuming they are the colored ones. Right now they seem to be short and clear. I'll only find them when I step on them barefooted.
R.I.P Darwin Rix.
Below are photos of Yukon.
Darwin was a shorty bulldog. She was a hermaphrodite. And she died of cancer December 2015. We were committed to keeping her happy and as healthy as we could, and we succeeded for a year and a half. She loved imitating a couch potato, but when anyone got anywhere near our front door, she fiercely protected her people (and I do mean fiercely). She didn't like going on walkies. And the only part of driving around in a car she liked was the run from the front door of the house to the back seat of the car. Good bye little bulldog.