bassoferrol on 23/11/2018 at 15:34
My mother.
I have to take her out for a walk nearly everyday (not so often now because of the rain)
Without me, she´d be lost.
KennethJeans on 11/1/2019 at 06:24
Wow! I didn't even know we had a pet section. I own a Pomeranian/Lhasa Apso mix breed named Jake. It’s always a bundle of joy, waking up next to this critter. My wife is more enthusiastic of him than I am, buying him various pet treats, a (
http://www.petstreetmall.com/Chillow/4055/4830/details.html) chillow, a few chew toys, etc. It’s like having a baby once again, only hairier and naughtier.
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Ornis on 31/1/2019 at 03:48
In a loose sense, I look after the needs of backyard birds.
Sometimes hummingbirds look through the kitchen window when I have something reddish on me.
Starker on 31/1/2019 at 04:40
Username checks out.
icemann on 31/1/2019 at 11:16
Gained a new kitten last week. Wife liked the name Kylo, so went with it. I neglected to mention to her the Star Wars reference, but it's a fine name.
Nicker on 1/2/2019 at 13:59
Aren't we all Mr. Duck's pets? Well, the fortunate ones at least....
Tocky on 2/2/2019 at 03:40
Fizzgig couldn't hold anything down. No matter what he ate it came back up. I struggled with feeding him a few days and took him to the vet. He had been losing weight lately. I feared he had been poisoned. X rays revealed he had a mass in his chest and it was pressing down on his esophagus. A large tumor. They ran a scope down him but had trouble getting past the mass. It was too big and widespread to be operable. I kept saying I would feed him by tube. She kept showing me the X ray and telling me it wasn't possible. Nothing would get past the esophagus. It was cancer anyway.
I went to his cage and talked to him as I petted him. I put some cat food on my finger and he gamely licked it off. He was so hungry but nothing was getting through. He threw up that tiny bit and a slimy viscous fluid, precious fluid he could not afford to lose. I looked at the other wet spots on the news paper that covered the floor of the cage. I so wanted to hope. He was my buddy. As I stroked him despairingly he came and put his head against my belly. I knew. He would die of thirst or hunger while I tried to hold on to him.
I kept petting him and talking to him as I brought him to the cold steel table. He trusted me and I was betraying that trust. They gave him the first shot and he was zonked. I kept petting him. I wanted him to know I was there. I wanted him to feel it was all going to be okay. It wasn't. They gave him the second shot and the assistant listened to his heart with a stethoscope. It was over. I drew a shuddering breath and spoke of the times he had warmed my lap. I wondered briefly what they thought of this old guy tearing up over a cat and decided I didn't care. They both agreed he was a beautiful cat. He was.
I took him home and buried him next to Walter, a Maine Coon who looked a lot like him, and had an equal place in my heart. I don't want another cat for a long while now.
WingedKagouti on 2/2/2019 at 10:06
Quote Posted by Tocky
He trusted me and I was betraying that trust.
No, you didn't betray him. You helped him get better in the only way possible.
Ornis on 2/2/2019 at 10:49
Quote Posted by Tocky
I wanted him to feel it was all going to be okay. It wasn't.
He went peacefully as possible with the care provided in your presence. It's never an easy decision, even when it's the only one.
Tocky on 3/2/2019 at 05:08
Thanks guys. In my head I know that but it's not the way it feels.