Posted by walt tonne on October 22, 2011, 10:04 am
My total sympathy. In case of accident I've have a trust fund for my
dogs. They will live well in case of my demise.
Posted by DC on October 24, 2011, 8:21 pm
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>My total sympathy. In case of accident I've have a trust fund for my
>dogs. They will live well in case of my demise.
Woof !
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Posted by saddlebag on October 25, 2011, 6:21 am
> "saddlebag" wrote in message
> Here he was back in his prime. He used to Bogart the channel changer.
> He loved Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom.
> http://www.photoshop.com/users/saddlebag/assets/952c45e5a2f44e9e9ef24 ...
> Here he is earlier this year:
> http://www.photoshop.com/users/saddlebag/assets/eb5f3801bbc5408c99e63 ...
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> Silky Terrier?
He's a mix. My wife knows the mother was at least part Westie, not
sure about the father, but now that I see a picture of a Silk Terrier,
that may be it.
> We have one of those.
> he's 13, has "episodes" (probably some kind of stroke of seizure),
> incontinence caused by separation anxiety, eye problems, deafness etc.
> Then the next day he's like a puppy.
> He sleeps a lot too.
We had a cat years ago that had Epilepsy. It was awful. I'd have to
put a clothes basket over her while she flopped around violently. Vet
didn't know what to do. I worked in a pharmacy at the time and got
some liquid form of human medicine for that and dosed it for her size
and it worked. Problem was that she had had so many seizures by that
time that I was too late. One day she walked to the door to go
outside and never returned. Sheba (the orange cat) and I looked all
over for Elsi, with no luck. Animals are really good at running of
and hiding when they are going to die.
Years ago, Max (the Silk looking Terrier) also ran off behind our
woodpile in the back yard. Turned out he had an abscess tooth, but he
apparently thought he was a goner. Good thing our yard had a fence.
Posted by krusty kritter on October 25, 2011, 9:54 am
> I read recently that there are no happy endings, only inevitable
> conclusions disrupted by episodic happiness. May your episodes be
> many.
I get so much pleasure from fondling a furry fuzz ball that I cannot
resist feeding
every orphan kitten that crosses my path.
And they always mature to fertility and proudly present their first
litter to me just like a runaway teenaged girl bringing a love child
home to their own mother.
So I take them to the vet and get them spayed and they continue to
hang around.
I had ten cats living on my garage roof when I lived in Hollywood and
I brought five of the fuzzy buzzers with me when I moved.
Three died of old age but I adopted two more.
One of them ran away, so now I'm down to four.
I took a ride out to Hart Park yesterday.
That's near the California Living Museum where you saw the eagle.
Peacocks proudly strut around the lawns and waterfowl forage in the
ponds at Hart Park waiting for a handout from humans.
There's an old wooden water wheel that was built by pioneers to grind
grain or saw lumber and I first noticed all the throw-away kitties
around the wheel.
I stopped to talk to and old man and his wife.
They were feeding the abandoned cats.
He said that they were feeding 100 abandoned cats at 17 locations in
the park.
I petted a few of the tamer cats, but most just run away.
One of them is a beautiful Siamese tom cat and he's quite comfortable
with humans.
I covet that cat, but he's actually better off in the park where the
old couple feed the cats.
The park rangers know about all the abandoned cats, and an unused park
building has been coverted to a cat dormitory with cat beds and
elevated sleeping shelves.
Posted by Kevin Bottorff on October 27, 2011, 2:37 pm
c48cfeb842e2@k13g2000prg.googlegroups.com:
> Well our 15 year old Chocolate Lab has reached that point. Last night
> something happened and she couldn't walk. No improvement over the day.
> I suspect (know) that tomorrow's trip to the vet will be the last.
>
> Shit. We've had lots of dogs get old and pass, but it is never easy.
> Really affects the wife, her tail still wags, she still smiles (the
> dog not wife, sheesh).
Yep just had to put my 15 or so year old dog down this summer, had a
stroke and couldn`t recover. Was one of the best dogs we ever had. I miss
the old boy. KB
>dogs. They will live well in case of my demise.
Woof !
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