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Oistrakh 2002-2016

Today I had to put down my cat, Oistrakh, also known, at various points in her life, as Little Kitty, Fatty, the Fatness, and Dr. Oysterman, along with countless other nicknames and terms of endearment, and a hashtag (#fatcat).

I’m devastated.

She had kidney failure.  It happened quickly, and by the time I realized something was horribly wrong, it was too late. We tried by putting her on an IV with fluids for a few days, but her levels never came back down. I took her home for a few days, but she was never okay again, and we decided it was time to let her go.

I’d never had to make that decision for a pet, or any of these end of life decisions, what treatment to pursue, how long to let her suffer. It was really difficult, but in the end I think I did as good as I could, and that I didn’t make her suffer too long (hopefully) and that I gave her a wonderful life. The vet said several times that this was the right thing to do, that we had done all we could and that really helped.

I woke up this morning knowing we had decided today was the day and I had already arranged my work schedule, and still, I was hesitant. It was so hard. She was still warm, still soft, and still breathing. She was drinking a little water and using the litter box. But that was really all she was doing. She wasn’t doing all the things she loved. She was just lying on a pillow.  It helped hearing from a friend who said that “for all the joy she brought you, you can now repay her a bit by letting her pass peacefully.”

It was so horribly sad at the vet, but I think she was ready, and it was like she just fell asleep—she passed as peacefully as any of us could hope to. Louie and I stayed with her until the very end and then they let us stay as long as we wanted afterwards and I covered her body with the blanket before we left. Writing about it makes me cry, but I want to share my feelings and get my thoughts down here before I forget. She deserves my sadness because she helped so much with mine over the years. She was also a wonderful photography subject and…I don’t know what I will do without her…

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She was such a sweet cat. She had the softest fur, and was really squashy under her skin. Cuddling with her was one of my biggest joys. Even though she didn’t really like cuddling or being picked up, she would tolerate it for awhile. She loved eating, playing with pony tail holders, sitting in windows in the sun, or sitting on my legs or near me. She always hated violin and other noise, was shy around people until she got to know them, and didn’t care for Louie’s dog and cat at all. I think they miss her, and knew she was sick. Last night Chloe came and sat by her, and I felt like that was a reassurance that she wouldn’t be sick all alone while I was trying to sleep.

Letting go of my beloved cat has made the past few days really hard. She’d lost a lot of weight and was really bony. She didn’t like being picked up, and didn’t really respond to petting. She didn’t look up anymore either.

I have so many “end of life” thoughts, in regards to my pet…most pet owners will or have gone through something similar. The other night Louie reminded me that it wasn’t a tragedy, though, this was just a dear friend dying of a disease due to being old. She had (I hope) a wonderful life and was greatly loved.

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I got Oistrakh while living in Charlotte, NC playing with the Charlotte Symphony. I had another cat at the time, Heifetz, who I’d gotten around Christmas of 2001, and Heifetz was really sad and needy when I wasn’t around, so my friends suggested I get her a friend. Sometime in April of May of 2002 (not sure) a colleague had a rescue kitten that needed a home.  I was able to take her in, and though she was never the companion for Heifetz that I’d hoped for, she did keep her from being quite so sad, and for several years they lived in (relative) harmony together.

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That’s Heifetz, the black and white cat.

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This was one of the only times she was cuddly with Heifetz. Usually she preferred a bit of space.

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Heifetz died (suddenly) in 2007 and left me alone with Oistrakh. It wasn’t until after then that I really became attached to her. She had always been a sweet kitty, but when you have two it’s a little different. Or at least for me it was. I did a lot of moving, I got married, I got divorced, I met Louie…throughout all that I had my kitty by my side, and she was warm and soft and cuddly, and always there for me.

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She had the saddest eyes. She always looked sad, but I hope she wasn’t and just looked that way.

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Because sitting on the couch wasn’t soft enough, she needed a pillow on the couch for true comfort.

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She loved boxes, the smaller the better.

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And she loved sitting in windows.

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That’s a box Louie made for her in the fall. It has foam from an egg crate mattress on the bottom. We put it on a table next to a window that she loved because it got a ton of sunlight.

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This is the last picture I took of her sitting on my legs. Maybe it was even the last time she sat there, I don’t know. I can’t remember.

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I took a bunch of pictures over the last few days, but I don’t want to share them. I want this post to be full of good memories, of a happy fatness. She was the best, and I told her that so many times. I loved her more than I should have, and I’m sadder that I could have imagined, but I’m so grateful for all our years together. I’m probably ridiculous right now for being so sad, but that’s how it goes when the best cat ever dies. And a special thanks to Louie for being supportive and wonderful throughout the whole ordeal. I couldn’t have done it alone, and I’m glad I had him to help me through it.

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RIP Fatness. You will be missed. You already are. April 2002-January 11, 2016.

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Who even knows what day it is

I just spent at least 5 minutes thinking it was Tuesday. Sigh. Often it’s easy to know what day it is as I see the same folks on the same day each week (perils of a private violin teacher) but this week between opera rehearsals and some other students rescheduling for THEIR rehearsals…I’m seeing people on the wrong day which just really throws me off.

Today is evidently National Cat Day. Maybe that’s the day that matters!

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So, is anybody else already over Halloween? For me, this is not one of my favorite holidays. And I think that the number of Halloween activities seems to be out of hand. Halloween is a holiday for kids to go trick-or-treating. From door to door, house to house, not out of the back of somebody’s car…doesn’t Trunk of Treat just teach kids that people actually DO have candy in their cars and that yes, you should probably trust them when they say, hey, come here little boy, I have candy?

I’m told there is decoration and it’s all in good fun. But I’m pretty sure that’s what regular trick-or-treating is, except you walk further between the houses than you do for cars, and it’s just one night so you don’t have to worry about how much candy your kid gets all month long.

Maybe I’m old and crotchety. Or maybe I’m jealous that Thanksgiving hasn’t taken over like Halloween and Christmas have. (And Fourth of July. Don’t get me started on how the fireworks were nearly a week late this year in our neighborhood which majorly threw off plans and ultimately led to an incredibly anticlimactic party.) How about we start celebrating Trunksgiving, where you go from car to car eating Thanksgiving food that people have prepared. Mmm…turkey here, stuffing over there, gravy off the back of that truck, cranberry sauce from that little Fiat.

Which reminds me. I used to have an adult student who came to my house in Cleveland, and one time he came up for his lesson and told me that after parking, a man approached him and asked if he wanted to buy some meat. The man evidently had random packages of meat in his trunk that he was trying to unload. Or maybe my student misunderstood and it was a pay per car type of Trunksgiving celebration. 

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I do know that tonight is Taco Thursday. Well, to be fair, I’ve called it Mexican Monday and Taco Tuesday today (at one point Louie said, are you having a stroke?) so I will say that I know, with at least 37 percent certainty, that tonight is Taco Thursday. That’s probably far more than Congress knows, so I’ll consider it a win.

Pet Update

I thought I should follow up on how the animals are doing! Chloe is still wearing her cone and being a little sad about it…I don’t have a recent picture and she’s not around at the moment, so here’s a reminder…

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She is getting more used to it, and really has to wear it…when it’s off after a few minutes she will try to pick at her scab, and that’s no good. Poor thing! But everybody is doing better, all the medications seem to be working, and various tests show that glucose and thyroid levels are getting back to where they should be. Fingers crossed for healthier animals in the future!

Last Saturday I played with a friend, Michael, at the Artica Festival near the riverfront in St Louis. We played his original works for violin and didgeridoo (or guitar and some with drum) for a small crowd. I’d asked Louie to take a picture of the performance, but he forgot. (I needed April there!) The festival wasn’t really my style—Louie said it seemed in the spirit of Burning Man but obviously way smaller—but it was a fun performance and pushed me outside of my comfort zone, which they say is a good thing. I took a few pictures as we walked around beforehand.

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I’m recovering decently well from the Great Halloween Half Marathon on Sunday. I thought I’d do a “shake-out” run this morning but my hips are still pretty tired so I’m postponing that. I’m still planning to run again Sunday at the Rock and Roll Half Marathon, and figure that even if I don’t run until then it’s not like I’ll forgot how. I’ve been stretching, foam rolling, and taking short dog walks (could definitely do more of ALL of those though…)

I got new running. There is a newer version of the shoes I love (Mizuno Wave Paradox) so I got the older version at a steep discount (woo-hoo!). I thought they were the same color as a pair of them I’d already owned so I was pleasantly surprised to see that they weren’t exactly, though they still look like it on the computer. Weird. The body of the shoe is a light blue. But totally looks white, doesn’t it?

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Not sure why my left sock is up so high. Weird.

Anyway, that seems like enough blogging for today. I’ve got errands to run, practicing to do, and students to teach. I can’t spend all day typing about myself Winking smile

It’s beginning to look a lot like fall

I won’t bore you by discussing the weather for too long, but it’s been really nice here this week and looks like it will continue to be. It’s been great for running…and as far as races go, now I’m considering running the half tomorrow AND the following weekend, just for the heck of it. When I picked up my bib yesterday I asked the woman about switching to the 10K and she got really confused, and so I thought, well, yes, and I can just run it, but my bib says half marathon, so doing the 10K seems like that would be failing…but yet…I just don’t know. I’ll decide this evening, or tomorrow morning when I arrive. I asked Louie if he thought that was crazy and suggested that for some people it would be very common place, to run two half marathons in two weekends, and for other people it would be utterly crazy, and he wasn’t entirely sure where I fit into that comparison.

This past week seemed to fly by. I wasn’t horribly busy, but kept having various things that took up my time. Thursday I agreed to take Chloe to the vet for a follow-up appointment, and then discovered I needed to also bring Mackenzie in for a follow-up in order to refill a prescription for her (sometimes I think the vet doesn’t communicate well enough with us, but it’s possible that we just dropped the ball on keeping track).

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Taking care of the pets is time-consuming, AND expensive! These visits and medicine add up. I spent over two hours dealing with everybody on Thursday, and then administering all the medications is no small feat. Poor Chloe needs to wear a cone for awhile so she stops picking at this thing. The good news is that we found out a little more about what might be wrong with her, and ran some more tests on Mackenzie, so by early next week we’ll know more stuff. Things are looking up, I think.

Yesterday we went mattress shopping. We ended up at Mattress Firm and figured we’d just look, not buy, and then the salesman was fantastic and super-helpful, and convinced us to buy a higher end mattress than we’d planned, but I can’t wait to sleep on it. Delivery is tomorrow. I’d never chosen a mattress before, so it was both exciting and wow, such an odd experience. Lying down on a bunch of different beds while a salesman stands there telling you about coils and foam and whatnot. He was telling us about their delivery process and I was thinking, hmm, I could totally just take a nap right here. I’m pleased with the purchase though, and like I said, really looking forward to a new bed!

So yeah, what would you do if you were me? Run two halfs? My original fear of being too slow is still there, but this cool weather has given me confidence and maybe I can break 3 hours…I used to be a faster runner, and I know that I have it in me to be a faster runner again, but will my training allow for it? I know I trained pretty cautiously because I trained to finish strong and not to finish fast. Sigh. I feel like I’m definitely leaning towards REALLY challenging myself and doing the half tomorrow and the half next week, and hopefully feeling really awesome about it.

Some bloggers do a link love round up weekly…maybe I should do that too! I won’t promise it’ll be a regular thing, but here are a few links I’ve enjoyed this week.

From the Onion: loved this because I get so tired of women being criticized for well, everything

My sister Carrie shared this on Facebook: Two Monks Discover How Tall Women and Horses are: VERY Lol-worthy

The Joyful, Illiterate Kindergartners of Finland: “Those things you learn without joy you will forget easily.” I love this.

Happy Weekend, readers!

Merging two sets of pets

Having a blog is a funny thing—you don’t always want to go into a lot of things in your life. It’s like, you want your readers to know a lot about you, but not everything. Or you want to share, but you don’t want to overshare, or share too much about other people in your life.

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That’s probably the main thing. The other people. My big other person is my boyfriend Louie, who I was fortunate to meet, and who I met not terribly long after my separation from my now ex-husband. I was lucky to meet Louie then, but I would have been lucky to meet him anytime. Arguably, meeting him a little later might have been luckier still as we both had a lot of baggage to work through, but we felt that we were the right people for each other, and that made it the right time. I wake up nearly every day feeling special.

But I digress. I really want this blog post to be about pets. I was renting, Louie is a homeowner, so when my lease was nearing its end we decided the practical thing would be to merge our households. We knew it might be a little soon for both of us, but financially it made sense, and it made sense personally as well—we knew we were in a serious relationship, and figured moving in together was the logical next step, and who was to say what “too soon” was.

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So the biggest worry for me was how my cat would adjust to living with his cat and dog. I thought she was a fat, lovable, cuddly, sweetheart of a cat who might be terrified to move in with a giant black dog and a white cat who likes to cuddle with her claws extended on your neck. I did some reading and talked with my vet and came up with a gameplan. The first step was to move the fatness over and give her her own room of the house. For a week or so she lived in the bedroom by herself. After a few days we put up a babygate so the pets could see each other too but not touch. And, little did I realize that my sweet little cat was ACTUALLY kind of the meanest cat ever. She would growl and hiss at the other animals. She hated Chloe (the white cat) from the bottom of her heart. Once we started opening up the house further she would let out the scariest growls from under the bed, terrifying us all! She left scratches on Mackenzie and Chloe, and basically told them that she wasn’t to be messed with! Every doorway was a small battlefield, and around ever corner lay a potential fight. My sweet little cat was still the sweetest cat to me and Louie and other people, but I learned quickly that she was not to be messed with.

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But time heals most wounds. Over time, she grew used to the other pets, and they grew used to her. They still hiss and fight, especially the two cats, especially when they are hungry and it’s feeding time, but the urgency and seriousness isn’t there anymore. Mackenzie still backs up when she sees the Dr. coming (we have taken to calling her Dr Oysterman—long story) but just this morning they had a moment of sniffing each other’s mouths before retreating to their separate areas. Chloe and the Dr. definitely fight over food (and that’s been made more difficult with Chloe having special diabetic food, sigh…) but otherwise they basically co-exist and have their own areas of the house that they hang out in, and occasionally they even relax near one another!

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And as far as Louie and I, living together in an old house definitely has its challenges..dog fur EVERYWHERE, and moisture, and spiders, and clutter, but we are making relentless forward progress, and he is one of the most kind and generous people I know. Plus, I love living in a house that I “own”…technically I don’t, but I’m not really a tenant either…it’s nice having a sense of permanence about one’s living situation. I haven’t had that in my adult life, and didn’t know I missed it until I moved here! But that’s a post for another time.

(So, while the animals are generally getting along better, we are having some issues. Chloe is diabetic, and has been peeing where she shouldn’t. The advice we got from the vet was to keep the litter boxes super clean. We do have 3 boxes for the two cats, in various places…but she still pees on stuff rather than in them. It’s frustrating to say the least. Any advice, readers? She did have a urinary tract infection when she first got diagnosed with diabetes, but doesn’t have one now. )

It’s Decorative Gourd Season

I went to Trader Joe’s today and WHOA it was all decorative gourds, and pumpkins and all the products you can imagine with pumpkin in them. (I used to be obsessed with pumpkin spice lattes, but now that I mostly work from home I rarely buy coffee out…I guess I’m saying I will probably have one at some point this season, but I tend to save my calories for other stuff than lattes these days! Sadly.)

I did buy pumpkin ravioli, and considered a few other things. Pumpkin waffles, pumpkin butter, and pumpkin biscotti looked quite interesting. Pumpkin spice cookie butter looked awesome too, but probably a bad idea. If nothing else, I should make my homemade pumpkin bread that I love! I don’t think I made it last year, so it’s well overdue. I used to bake more than I do these days, and I keep meaning to change that. I suppose I practice and teach more than I used to, but it’s not like I don’t have some extra time. (Right now, for instance, because while it’s Friday night and I’m sure I should be out doing something fantastic, Louie is doing homework and we are resting up for a little backpacking trip this weekend. Tomorrow morning we must get a decently early start…and last night we went to Gringo so…)

We are going backpacking in Taum Sauk State Park with a few friends. I’ve never been backpacking before (where you carry your camping supplies on your back) so I’m a little terrified, but I had a fun time camping with Louie for three weeks in August, so I’m sure this will be fun too. (It’s not Colorado or Wyoming though, sadly.) (And I promise I am at some point going to finish telling you about the August trip and sharing pictures…but it’s harder because everything after Yellowstone isn’t as fun!)

This week really flew by. I did a few social things (yay!) and had some nice meals out (Layla, Sameem, Gringo) with friends. I had quartet rehearsal and decided to learn the Bach C Major Sonata for my recital with Jen in the spring. I joined a new music federation with the idea of having some of my students play for a festival in the spring to motivate them more (ALWAYS the trouble!). I ran 9 miles yesterday after having a bit of knee pain earlier in the week, and felt great after it.

I got distracted and starting reading some of my old blog posts. I sometimes worry I am in a teaching rut and am not being creative enough to inspire and motivate the kids, or that I start getting used to seeing some of their bad habits and get tired of bugging them all the time. I’ve been trying to review each student in my mind before the teaching day and remember some important technique points to focus on (or make careful notes, so that I stay consistent) but I don’t know if I am as fun of teacher as in the past…one of my students told me awhile ago that I need some new games, and I never have gotten around to doing much with that idea! I need to attend an institute or workshop next summer, if I can swing the money, to get inspired again.

I was reading a blog about teaching the other day, and about how we as teachers are constantly comparing our studios to other people’s studios, and perhaps feeling like we are falling short, but that they are OUR STUDIOS, and not anybody else’s. And therefore they are ours to run as we please and how we see fit, and that we can do what we think is best and with the approach that we want, and that our students will appreciate and respect us for being the teacher than we are (or not, and then they will find other teachers, and we will get new students who will.) It doesn’t help when I’ll have students come in telling me what their orchestra teacher needs me to work on with them…I don’t work for their orchestra teacher. I work for me. If I am trying to meet somebody else’s invisible and impossible standards, and especially if those standards don’t align with mine, then yes, I will feel like I’m a bad teacher. If I’m trying to meet MY standards, then I’ll feel like a bad teacher too 😉 but I know what my standards are, and I know that they are what I firmly believe in and want to work towards! I am not even halfway through my teaching career, so there is time ahead to learn and grown, but I must remember that I have already been teaching for over 20 years, and playing the violin for over 30 years, and I certainly have a fair amount of expertise in both!

I do feel like many of my blog posts lately are about me trying to build my own confidence up! I don’t know if I’m being too hard on myself, or allowing other people to bring me down? Or just forgetting that what people project on the outside isn’t necessarily what they have on the inside (comparing my inside to their outside?) Or that I feel too dependent on other people and their opinions? The problem with being self-employed is that it often all feels like it can fall apart…which is ridiculous—it can’t fall apart all of a sudden. Even if one person decides I’m a terrible teacher or violinist there would be a dozen more who thought I was fantastic!

So, I went “full nerd” the other day and bought this book:

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I’m working hard on getting all of my students up to the levels they should be on their scales (often it’s like pulling teeth, and I haven’t gotten everybody involved yet, but I will, because, gosh darn-it, scales are important to being able to enjoy playing the violin) and I figure this book might give me some great ideas, while improving my own technique. I also own “Basics” by the same author, and would love to eventually get his other books too, because while Basics is very overwhelming, I’ve learned some really interesting exercises from it as well.

I don’t have any good cat pictures to share at this time, but there’s a fun cartoon I’ve seen on the internet.

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Oh, and the animals are doing basically okay. Chloe, the white cat, is having some trouble with a scab related to having fleas, but we are hopeful that she will heal up soon. I’m worried to leave her for an overnight trip, but we will be gone for only a bit longer than 24 hours really and someone will be stopping by.  Mackenzie the dog is more energetic than she had been, after starting some thyroid meds, and Oistrakh, aka the Fatness, aka Dr. Oysterman, my tortoiseshell cat that I’ve had since 2002, since she was a little kitten only 5 weeks old…she is thinner than ever (in a good way!), and though she is still pretty mean to the other animals, she doesn’t hiss quite as often. All of the animals are getting old, but hopefully they still have many good years left. An old friend from my time in Charlotte (Alex) once said, pets are little tragedies just waiting to happen.

And on that note…do you have any plans for the weekend? Am I the only musician who is often filled with self-doubt and assumes other people are harshly judging her?