Yes, it's true, we're a bunch of rescuing bleeding hearts here at the Stringfellow home. We take in strays and so-called throw out animals, we find wildlife that has been abused, abandoned, or otherwise in need. We do what we can, it's going to happen. Today, or actually last night, I came across an incredibly sad situation outside of the apartment while I was walking the dog. Ginger and I walk about 15,000+ steps every day, and we were at the end of that when I saw the neighbor's cat throwing something up into the air, it would scurry off a bit, then the cat caught it, and threw it back up into the air. OMG...it was a little tiny baby Mediterranian gecko. It was tiny!! It was also severely wounded.
I knew it was less than half alive when I saw it, but it was able to move a bit. I immediately called Laura from upstairs to come down and do what she could do. Even she isn't a miracle worker. She did catch it and give it a good few hours of peace, love, prayer, and comfort away from the grip of its preditor the neighboring cat. Sebastian is such a wonderful creature, and he wasn't doing anything wrong really, just being a cat, but it was just too sad to see. This morning she buried the sweet thing and we hope we never have to see another one in such distress.
I think that event and the heavy heavy rain we had last night and into the morning made it harder for me to want to eat anything of any substance today. I didn't have breakfast, I didn't have lunch. I made it to about 3 p.m. before putting down a tuna sandwich, and then I made a chocolate smoothie with yogurt around 4 p.m. Here it is a bit after 6 p.m. and I'm just not into food. I'll likely do something light around 7 or 8 and just call it done. I am still rather sad due to the little gecko. He/she was nearly white, but Laura insists it was due to a lack of blood and from sheer terror. I thought he/she was really pretty that way. My personal gecko Bob is named for Robert the Bruce. He's a fully grown Leopard Gecko, mostly yellow, gold, and with brown and black spots on his wonderfully creative tail. I didn't tell Bob what was going on in the other room -- best he not have to worry about such things.
Water, tea, more water later. Walking, walking, walking. I think I'll do 15,000 steps and call it a day around 8:00 p.m. and just sort of prepare myself for tomorrow. We didn't even name the little guy, I think I'll call him Petey. He was just really sweet. Maybe I'll see him in Heaven. He can hang out at my place with the others.
Breakfast: nothing
Lunch: nothing
Snack: chocolate smoothie with collagen and cranberry
Dinner: Tuna sandwich
1200 calories max.
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