02/09/2026
Ten days ago, I shared a post about success, happy tears, answered prayers, and a really good start to the school year.
And then things got hard again.
Griselda began struggling to eat, and her throat and gums became horribly inflamed. We started a new, somewhat unconventional treatment, and after just four days, we are cautiously hopeful that it is helping.
Then an injured Great Horned Owl appeared on our property—in a place I couldn't reach him. Calls for help left us with little more than, "let nature take its course." So for two days, I watched this magnificent bird slowly die, knowing that if I could have reached him, I could have at least tried to help or lessen his suffering.
That one hurt.
And then there's school.
It's GOOD. But it is HARD. Almost everything I'm learning right now is new, and some days it feels like my brain is oozing out through my ears. 😂 But I'm diving in feet first because I don't just want to pass these classes. I want to understand them. I want Chemistry, Biology, and Anatomy & Physiology to become part of the foundation I will someday stand on as a veterinarian.
Some days, exhaustion whispers that it would be easier to throw in the towel.
Then another email arrives.
Cats dumped on someone's property. Kittens being born. People who desperately want to help but don't have the money or resources to stop the cycle.
Our spay/neuter grant came in $1,200 short this year, and the funds we did get ($3800) are already gone—and fall isn't even here yet.
So we start looking for another way.
This season isn't really about tears. It's about pulling up my boots and trudging through the mud and muck in front of me.
And thanking God that when the mud gets deep, He keeps me from sinking—and that He has surrounded me with people who help me keep moving forward.
One muddy boot at a time. ❤️
(Pictured: Teddy Graham of the Pond District, who apparently decided that at 11 weeks old he should already be bigger than his dad. Because if nothing else, life keeps growing.)