Cheers buddy, will have one for that beautiful guy this evening.Today was a beautiful day, Mr Poo ... a beautiful day.
It's Good Friday and the sun is shining, maybe just a bit too brightly, but it's warm and springtime.
It's unfortunate you had to go today around 3PM. We've had 15 years and I've pulled you from trouble, traps, nippy dogs, and a handful of ticks along the way. The last few months have been tough, but that's over now, so take a nap or maybe have a snack.
We'll be along to visit in no time.
Say ... did I mention today was a beautiful day?
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That hits home. Aforementioned cat we lost to cancer a couple years ago developed an aggressive tumor on the base of her tongue. Vet said there was nothing we could do apart from pain meds (removal would have required the whole tongue which wasn't an option and this kind of cancer any other treatment would probably only make her far more uncomfortable while only slightly prolonging the inevitable). She was still a cuddler to the very end while we watched her wither away over several months as it got more painful to eat as pain meds got less effective and she lost use of her tongue. At the end she was screaming for food but she just couldn't eat it any more. We and the vet had to say it was time.Gratuitous dog pic in the Cat Thread. Can't resist.
Meet Mochi, the Siberian-Malamute mix.
October 3, 2020 ... a bit over 5lbs.
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March 15, six months later.
Over 50lbs. and stealing the Black Hole of Comfort
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As the pup grew, The Old Gray Man in my avatar grew smaller. Kitty suffered from a intestinal disorder that made him even more hungry as he got progressively thinner over the course of several months. I call it the long goodbye as I watched him fade away from his former size and self. It was an everyday occurrence to find him peering at me in the wee hours of the morning, beggaring for food. Thankfully, for him that's over now.
He lost the will to play but not the urge to be nosy or hunt, that was too well ingrained. He was never de-clawed as I felt it was akin to cutting off fingertips and mangling what Nature intended, even as he got naughty and shredded things.
He always loved to sniff the wind and feel the Sun. It's something to appreciate, and maybe that's one of the simple lessons the small souls are here to teach us along the way. I still expect to find him peering at me from around the corner, but I know better. We will cremate Poo Monday. Sleep tight, Old Man.
With the look on the face of the ginger below, who I assume is the higher jumping tiger, a second one is being demanded.We had to switch up some food and chewy is the only easy source. They sent us a birthday coupon and my wife bought this scratcher. Needless to say, it’s been a hit. Edgar/Egger is glued to this thing in the morning sun and we are debating a second one for the higher jumping tiger.View attachment 724896View attachment 724895
Beautifully written. I’m sorry to hear of another feline loss. We try to throw a little dry kibble at some strays in the winters, but it’s be impossible to keep taking them in like you do. The world needs more people like you two.My wife wrote this bc I couldn't really get it right (for facebook). Stolen and reposting here
Five years ago, Mike and I realized a cat was living under our porch.
Mike and I take care of a lot of stray cats, feral cats, and some neighborhood cats. We give them all nicknames. We feed them, we worry about them, we report sightings and activity to each other.
It’s important for couples to have a shared hobby.
Every once in a while, one of the cats works its way into our hearts a little deeper than the others. Lily was one of those.
It took six months to earn her trust, coax her inside and get her to the vet. Once inside, Lily turned into a lap cat. She drooled when you pet her. She purred so loudly you could hear her from across the room. She wrapped herself around our ankles so fiercely that putting on socks and shoes became a dangerous feat of balance and acrobatic ability.
A few weeks ago, we found a small lump on the bridge of her nose. Our vet was amazing, but the cancer was extremely aggressive and moved through her tiny body like a freight train. There was nothing anyone could do for her but keep her comfortable and wait.
This morning, Lily fell asleep in Mike’s arms, just like she had a thousand times before, but this time she left her pain with us and moved on.
So, if you are lucky enough to have a Lily of your own at home, please give them an extra scratch, an extra treat, an extra beat of your time tonight, for our under the porch and under our feet angel. We will miss her always.
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While horribly overcarbed this batch, this is Harry. My first cat. And in his honor, I try to have this anytime one of us loses a feline friend so this is for her.
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Thanks. We still have four. Two came from various backyards, and the other two are from rescues.Beautifully written. I’m sorry to hear of another feline loss. We try to throw a little dry kibble at some strays in the winters, but it’s be impossible to keep taking them in like you do. The world needs more people like you two.