Christmas Eve
We drove out after dark to look at Christmas lights; as I said before, our usual wonderful display wasn’t open to cars, so we missed that one. But here are a few that we saw around town.

Christmas Eve
We drove out after dark to look at Christmas lights; as I said before, our usual wonderful display wasn’t open to cars, so we missed that one. But here are a few that we saw around town.

I think what I’m going to have to do is just post photos without a lot of comment in order to catch up!
November 21st
The guys from AMEN, where we get our food for deliveries from, helped us out today because Chris’ pickup was in the shop.

I’m so far behind so will have to make my posts short in order to catch up. If I ever do. November was a really hard month for me.
November 12th

November 12th
Daily hummingbird.

Today I drove into Sandy for a dentist appointment, and when I got home, Jake and the trailer were back at the pasture. What? I’d had no idea (again) that he was coming over. The trailer was just leaving, and I backed into our neighbors’ driveway to let it go by. I saw Bessie and Lani Moo in it and was only able to get this photo as it left. I wasn’t prepared for them leaving as well as their keiki, and was sad that I didn’t really get to say goodbye to them.

I drove up to where Jake was, and he told me that the calves were bawling so much for their mamas that the guy who’d bought Hōkū and Kiko wanted to buy their moms, too. And Jake said that he just didn’t have time or finances to keep coming over every day during the winter to feed the cows and to keep repairing the fences (fair enough). He said that he hadn’t realized how much it’d take to have them, that it had been a great learning experience for him and Sara, but now it was time to let them go.
My first thought? Oh no!! No more daily pīpī for AFK!! My second thought: I am really going to miss having them here. Even now, as I write this a month and a half later, I still look for them out in the pasture. But that last escapade of theirs was such a hassle and took so much time and energy from us and our neighbors kinda did us in, too. So now we have to figure out what we’re going to do to keep our farm deferral.
It was a good experience for all of us; we made new friends and it’s been a good adventure for the past year. I miss the cows and miss hearing them moo. I miss their sweet faces and their ears.
I wish it had worked out; Jake was fantastic in the help he gave us around here and I totally understand where he was coming from. And we’re grateful for the time we all spent together. I’ll still try and get pīpī photos for you, AFK. But sadly, they won’t be of ones in our pasture.
I’ve been MIA here for over a month for a very sad reason. On November 19th I took Keola to the vet because he was drooling and I thought he had an infected tooth. I’d given him Gabapentin to calm him down, and Dr. Zambelli was able to get a really good look into his mouth. She had tears in her eyes when she told me that he had osteosarcoma; she could see it clearly without having to take x-rays. She told me that it was a very aggressive cancer, and only gave my boy a few weeks to live. I was devastated, to say the least. So I brought him back home again. What also made this so difficult was that he acted normally, walking ahead of me down the hallway begging me for some cuddle time, sleeping next to me at night, and eating well.
But as the days went on, eating became more and more difficult for him. Despite pain meds, it got harder and harder for him to swallow, and he couldn’t keep his tongue in his mouth. He was hungry, but as the days went on, he couldn’t eat enough to be satisfied. His drooling got much worse, and it was clear to me that the time had come to let him go.
So on December 11th, we made the last sad trip to see Dr. Zambelli, who was just as sad as we were. She and her staff were just wonderful; they provided a beautiful blanket for Keola, and I was able to hold him for the whole time. He stayed calm and quiet, and before Dr. Zambelli came in, he was exploring the room like he usually did.

I’m crying as I type this post. I miss my boy so much, still expecting to see him in the usual places. He was 13 1/2, and I’m grateful that we were able to adopt him from the shelter and give him a good life here. Like my former vet said, we do the most painful thing for us but the kindest thing for them. I am trying hard to hold onto this.
If you’d like to read his adoption story, it’s here.
I picture him now, running happily with Noelani, his sister. They bonded immediately when I brought her home from the same shelter, even though they’d never met before.

Aloha ʻoe, my Keola. I will never forget you, my boy.
It’s taken me a long, long, time to get this written up! The day started out just fine… I got a couple of great daily hummingbird action shots:
