Two cats for me.
Dixie The Wonder Dog is about 4 years old and very smart. She is a Jack Russell Terrier with a little Chihuahua thrown in. She just wandered in off the street. She had been fixed so she must have belonged to someone? She has learned a variety of tricks almost the first time I teach them to her. I can even get her to lick her lips and wink an eye on voice command. A family friend for life! We can’t get her to eat dog food. Nothing we try, we even starved her for days and she wouldn’t touch it. I use a food processor to make her own special dog food. But it is all worth it.
Al, it’s so, so sad when a member of your family, human or otherwise, passes away. I hope you have many many pictures of Wolfus, and even more memories. I still cry when I look at pictures of my dog who has been dead for 20 years. He was a collie, 15 years old at that time, and I just think they are fantastic dogs!!
For the past 20 years, however, I have shared my home with a cockatiel named Keppie. He’s very pretty and very spoiled. Yep, he’ll be 20 years old this month. Sassy and loud as ever.
My boyfriend, Bill, has two horses, Red and Jessie (Jessie to me looks like a mule…ssshhh don’t tell him I said this); one Shetland pony named Spikey; one cat who I don’t pay much attention to and her name is either Patches or Panda (actually I think it’s Panda but I call her Patches), and he did have two sweet but tough-looking dogs, Dukey and Jasmine-but-I-call-her-Princess, but recently acquired a third, Deuce the Wonder Dog. No wonder he had to leave one of his two jobs with all the feedings!
I was thinking about the Shiba Inu before I became owned by my cairn terrier. I have now totally fallen in love with the cairn breed, but still have a passing interest in the Shiba Inus
Thank you friends for your good thoughts.
O C – I read the poem about dogs and the Rainbow Bridge ( given to us by the vet that took care of the dog today). It was quite comforting. Thank you.
Two dogs, a Belgian Tervuran (Ariel), and a Shiba Inu (Flash). Both AKC Champs. Now retired.
Al, so sorry to hear about Wolfus too. I’m sure you made the right decision — there’s no sense in letting him suffer. I’m sure you were a good Dad to him.
Mr. Mayor – Surely sorry for your loss, but it was great to read of the life and love you and Wolfus shared. Know each of you was blessed by having the other all these years and that he will continue to be with you in all those great memories.
I am sorry to hear of the loss of your special friend but I am sure Wolfus will be waiting for you at the rainbow bridge.
Jakes Mom – That OCDreamr
Al so sorry to hear for the loss of your good friend Wolfus. I’m sure he will continue to be a part of your life even though his physical being is no longer among us.
Friends, I am very sorry to have to amend my description of my pet, Wolfus The Wonder Dog. Due to his failing health and other age factors We made the difficult decision to put him to sleep this morning.
Wolfus, our pet for the last 14 years passed away this morning. He had shown the effects of old age for some time, but got much worse over recent months. He was a great companion to me over the years, sharing some rocky times and bringing a great deal of happiness and comfort to Janet and I when we got together.
Wolfus showed me more loyalty than any pet I have had during my lifetime. He would meet me at the door when I came home from school, or from the store, or from anywhere else. He would head for the door if I looked like I was leaving, hoping to be included in the trip…wherever we were going. He loved to ride. The trips down to the tracks in Cajon Pass to watch trains were a favorite of his, probably because he would see me getting excited about whatever was going by, and joined in the fun. As he grew older, he mirrored my personality…becoming an "Old Fart" right alongside his Master.
The decision to put him to sleep was a difficult one for me, but I couldn’t stand to see him suffer as he lost his mobility and control of his body .
He was a good dog and I will miss him a lot.
Fifi, my 16-year old long hair cat travels everywhere with me but she does cop a cattitude when she sees the luggage come out. She’s only in for Friskie’s Ocean Flavor dry food so Roadfood is out (yay! I don’t have to share). She’s lived in Michigan, Paris, Brussels, Boston, and now we’re on our second stint in Alaska. Thinking of getting her own frequent flyer card.
2 cats, black tuxedo kittie named Pookie and the fat gray Manx (pound kitty) named Miranda… or sometimes… "Mirandatee" after Manatee. She’s a fat gray sausage roll, alright. My babies. [:D]
Hmm.. they love… beef jerky, tuna water, and cleaning breakfast pancake plates laden with extra syrup… [:)]
We are fully cat-owned. Used to have a dog, but he got snappy with our boy Ian when he was a baby, so we had to stop being dog people. We’ve had as many as 9 cats at one time (every time we failed to have a child we’d get another cat….or two….). The current stable is at five. Last year, we lost three to extreme old age bang-bang-bang by mid May, and became a less-than-five pet household for the first time since 1987. The roster:
Basil: Dark-grey tigerstripe, not notable for grace or poise or brains, but for mercurial mood changes, hence the title "Evil Zen Master Basil." Tastes run to amphibians.
Floyd: A paler grey stripe, formerly a stray at our old house who adopted us…or rather, our son, Ian, who was 3 at the time. Sweet, a little skittish, and fully Ian’s cat. Likes catfood, cream cheese, and beef. And a peculiar attachment to carrots; when cooking, I dare not leave them on the island in the kitchen, or he’ll be on them in a second.
Hillary: Calico. Fat. Just Fat. A lover of fine catfoods and dirty underwear, shoes, and socks.
Puck: Another stray (this tends to happen to us) found on a busy street near our house during rush hour by our neighbor but somehow we ended up with him even though we had six at the time and they had two… Perhaps the prettiest orange cat I’ve ever seen. Our prime mouser/moler, taught by Mistress of the Hunt, Crumpet, before she died last year. His signature "kill": a rodent head on the back patio, nose pointing toward the door, mouth pointing up. (Insert sound of Zorro’s sword making a Z on the wall.)
Bess: A gray and white control freak, full name Bessie Mae Mucho. My birthday present last year to brings us back up to five after our losses. Not a cuddler. Not a charmer. A sourpuss. She entered the house, sensed a leadership void, and became Alpha Cat. None of the others dare cross her. None of the others dare approach the sofa upon which she sits. Her favorite foods: What are YOU having?
None are much for travel. Our first cat together, Casey, was a GREAT traveller; she and my wife, Vickie, were closer than any animal and person duo I’ve ever known. Casey loved to go to Kentucky for the weekend and have leftovers from carryout or whatever my Uncle Dale had finished up.
Lucky Bishop, depending on the size of your pet, he or she may be able to ingest certain amounts of chocolate and onions, but over time onions will destroy red blood cells and cause the pet to become anemic. Short term effects are gas and stomach upset. With chocolate, the stimulants are the problem. The darker the chocolate the worse for the animal. Again, some larger animals seem to be able to ingest larger amounts of milk chocolate, but a vet visit it still advised. As for raisins and grapes, those are the most problematic, in that you can’t predict what the reaction of toxicity will be. What is certain is that they cause kidney failure in dogs, whether in a single serving or a larger amount.
Again, this is information that is readily available, what you feed your animals is up to you.
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