Tag Archives: hope

The Evolution of a Rat’s Name

Isabelle
Izzy
Frizzy Izzy
Dizzy Miss Izzy
Izness
Miss Business
Bizness
Bizninki
(from here on out most of the vowels are Continental)
Ninki
Ninku
Inkschnu
Iznu
Iznushka
Ishnu
Ishnu-Bishnu
Ishnubi
Ishnubinki
Binky
Binks
Binkster
Binkshnu
Binkshnubi
Schnoobs
Schnubi
Schnubi-do-be-do (at which point I start singing to her “Strangers in the Night”)
Schnubi-do-be-do-be-do-ya-love-me
Schnubinki
Schnubert
Schnubert Dip
Dipshnu
Dipshnubi
Minkshnu
Mishnu
Schnubelle

I’m sure I’ve forgot a few. And tomorrow, I’m sure there’ll be a new one. She inspires me every day. My little beloved miracle girl.

You can see Izzy in all her glory in her own set on Flickr.

My Green Mile, by Izzy


Me again. Can you believe it?? I thought I was toast.

I think this is the third or fourth time I’ve bounced back from the brink. I’m doing really well. The meds had stopped working for a while and I went mostly elsewhere, then I perked up again the tiniest bit and Mom starting putting meds into me again like crazy, and they took hold.

Just before I perked up really well, Mom and Nitram had watched The Green Mile again. They were out on their porch later that night, talking about the movie, and Mommy said, “Izzy’s on her own Green Mile,” and Nitram said, “Yeah,” and Mommy started to say something else and then stopped in mid-word, gaping at the night sky. A falling star was going by, and as it fell, it turned a soft, glowing green, then faded out and disappeared. Nitram said, “What?” and Mom said, “A falling star. It turned green.” Nitram said, “Did you make a wish?” and Mom said, “That one was for Izzy.”

My own star. :) And then guess what? I got better again. And a few days later (last week, on the 5th), Baby and I celebrated our 2 years 7 month birthday. Damn, we are old as dirt.

Now, I’m the one zooming around (well, “zooming” is kinda a strong word, but hey, I feel rather zoomy), and Baby is the one creeping around. He’s been losing the use of his legs for a while now and lately it’s really bad — they’re just like little flippers. Well, little is a relative term, he’s freakin’ HA-YOOJ. Fat? He makes four of me. Nice to cuddle up to, though.

So we’ve got our ills, and who knows if we’ll be here next week (but I’ll be here all week, don’t forget to tip your waiter. Har!), but hey, you might get hit by a bus tomorrow, so ya never know.

~Izzy

Narayanan Krishnan

Narayanan Krishnan
Cross boundaries, touch lives, give help and hope. That’s what this guy does. It’s what any of us can do, in our own ways, in whatever ways we can — do a little something, maybe just once, or keep doing more if you can.

India, Old Dehli – No Comment, by lǝuoıl sılıpoq on Flickr