One week after the annual Xmas Toy Run and again meeting at the cafe to depart at 10.30am, is the annual ride out to attend the Mayhew Animal Home in Kensal Rise, NW10. Established during the reign of Queen Victoria in 1886, the home is entirely funded by and dependent upon public support.
Being the season for giving, we must not forget the animals, so often overlooked and neglected, and which entirely rely on places like “The Mayhew” and the generosity and support of all.
The Mayhew welcomes gifts, to include towels, blankets (used as bedding) as well as pet food and treats for cats and dogs.
Private donations can also be made on your visit to the Mayhew. You may even find a furry friend that you may wish to adopt!
For those of you who can’t make the run, there will be collecting tins on the counter and a collection box for food, treats and bedding etc at the cafe from Monday 8th December.
On the same day, Sunday 21st December, why not join us for the cafe’s annual candlelit Xmas Carol Singalong & Service, from 7pm, followed by complementary hot, oven fresh, mince pies!
After his surgery earlier this year to remove a lump; the fat controller has reached his thirteenth year this month.
He is back to his old self, but not as quick. His age is catching up with him, in the form of arthritis in his front and back legs as well as the occasional absence where he almost stumbles to the floor. This has not stopped Fozzies enthusiasm for trips out in the “mobile,” now takes a big toll on him the following day, he now spends most of these asleep. It has also ment that he no longer goes for the long walks which is a shame.
Now raise your glasses! To many more years to come!
Let me explain. The fat controller is our Border Collie. His name is Fozzy and going on thirteen years of age, yes! he’s getting a bit long in the tooth I hope he does not mind me saying that, Well it’s to late now!
We call him the fat controller because he has to be checking everything and everyone out. For example if I’m under the truck changing the oil he is under there to see what is going on many a time I’ve said ” don’t just look, hand me that wrench!” he just pops his ears up and gives you a look like that in the picture, then moves on to his next inspection.
He is a kind caring dog, if one of us is ill he will come and spend all his time by the bed occasionally getting up to check to see how you are by putting his head on the bed. A little while a go the cat was in a fight (a story for another time) When he came back from the vets he had a bucket ( Elizabethan collar-a large plastic collar helps protect the wound ) on his head because his ear sliced open. Fozzy would follow the cat around and sit by him, but the cat was not happy.
Over the christmas period a lump appeared on his side, we did not take much notice of it as he has a number of other lumps that the vet said were fatty and assumed that this was one too. A few weeks later the lump looked a lot bigger and did not feel like the other lumps, so he went off to the vets. We came away with some antibiotics and another appointment for a biopsy. The following week he went in. The Vet was concerned with the results and booked him in for an operation to remove it. He went in for his operation and had to stay over night which we knew may happen but were not happy about it just the same. Mid-morning we pick up Fossy, when he came out with the nurse it was a big shock to see, head in a bucket and so much of his hair missing with a scar that went down his side almost top to bottom with a stent sticking out. Oh was he pleased to see us! He could not keep still, making for the door at every attempt. After we had received our instruction from the nurse about med’s, what to do with the stent in keeping it clean, along with the scar, we left.
Once home he went into the kitchen laid down and went to sleep stretched out across the floor. Later that day he would not stop walking around as though he was in pain and did not know what to do to get comfortable. We gave him a Rimadyl this made a difference, he settled down and went to sleep. A few hours later it started all over again. That night and the following nights were sleepless for us all as he wandered about banging in to things. He needed a lot of comfort.
On Friday three days after the op we visited the vets for a check on the healing and discharge from the stent, they were not happy with the way things were going. We were not happy with the amount of pain relief he was getting, so the vet prescribed some Tramadol. That night we all had a better nights sleep.
On the Monday he had the stent out, the wound was healing better than expected the vet was up beat but there was a sting in the tail, the histology was back! The lump had been the size of a tennis ball and about two point two pounds. The report said it was a high grade spindle cell sarcoma, which means its likely to be invasive and difficult to get rid of completely and may re-occur in different places. The prognosis is cautious. The vets cut the lump up instead of submitting it in its entirety, so the prognosis could have been more exact.
To date Fozzy is back to his old self. I think he realizes that he has been quite ill. Hopefully he will be around for many more years.