Once again, I am listening to Honey Bandit munching away. It is cold, but not too bad. I think it is supposed to be in the 40's tonight. In the back ground I can also hear the radio interview we did a couple of weeks ago. Here is the link in case any of ya'll would like to hear it. Http://www.biztalk1400.com/Podcasts/oct16thshow.HTML
It is the second segment.
I have started to print out Honey Bandit's "journey back to life" in pictures. I have to say I am actually in shock when I look at these photos. To date, I have never really cried, except for that one day at the vet. I told my hubby that he should know that one of these days I am going to start crying and probably won't stop for days. There is so much raw emotion waiting to bust out that it won't be pretty. When I looked at the pictures I realized something. I never ever really let myself see the reality and horror of his condition, in so much as I couldn't really see how close to death he was. If I had really "seen" his condition and acknowledged how unlikely it was for him to survive, I don't think we could have made it through all of this.
Instead, as so many of you know first hand, you just take it one minute at a time. You can't think about tomorrow, or what may or may not happen. It is just a steady stream of doing whatever needs to be done. It is not that I didn't think about him dying or living, but I couldn't let the emotions pour out. If I had been "seeing" the horrors, I would have never stopped crying. So many women (and yes, even some of the men who visited), look at him or his previous pictures and would just cry. I even had some visitors who wanted to help but couldn't bear to see his condition. But I couldn't cry and still help him and pull him back to life at the same time. He needed positive energy, so if ya'll run into me and I start blubbering like an idiot, don't worry, cuz " it's a coming.".
I have only printed a few pictures, a couple at Litchfield and in the trailer on the way home, so far. Little by little I am going to document his whole "journey" up to this point. (There are supposed to be some big changes coming up with BLM and what is happening with our wild horses, and Honey Bandit is changing the world of the roundups.)
I remember when I saw HB's breast bone protruding out of his chest. I didn't even know what it was. It looked like something that didn't even belong on his body. Looking at the pictures you can see his spine and backbone sticking up out of his back. His ribs show so clearly you can count each individual one. It is amazing how quickly you can forget the horrors when you look at Honey Bandit today. The 100's of bites and wounds don't hardly show up at all. His hearing seems to be "back" most of the time. However, today I came home and for a few minutes again he seemed to hear nothing. But for the most part he can hear nearly everything as far as we can tell.
His energy level is not where it should be, but since he is anemic, I guess that is to be expected. I am sure that his "supplement" will correct that issue. He is definitely perking up with a little more "mommy time". He and Patches play together as if they were the same size. It is pretty interesting to watch them. Patches still is the boss. But they both seem to make sure that neither one of them hurts the other one, at least so far.
It would be really nice though, if they would realize that it is 11:33 p.m. And I need some sleep..... But apparently someone whispered in their ears that this is the absolute best time to play and make noise and kick and crash against the walls. Funny but Honey Bandit heard that little message just fine.
I'm off to bed to try to get a little bit of sleep.
1:06 a.m. Boys were hungry and rowdy. Gave them a little snack and said a prayer that they will go to sleep after. I have to say that looking at HB's pix makes me appreciate all of you and everything you are doing to help Honey Bandit stay a success story. Without ya'll, he wouldn't be here.