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Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by peripatetically on 9 March 2009 10:59pm
Well, I know what you mean, Pete or at least I hear what you are conveying.

I knew an old rich woman who owned a huge farm and even at the age of 89 still rode her tractor to maintain the fields, etc. She always said that when the time came that she couldn't do for herself, she'd do herself in. Well, she did too! She went to bed one night (age about 92 or 93) and blew her brains out---LITERALLY. It made me ill when I heard about it. Later, the details of the cleanup came out. That must've been traumatic for the family. I'd hope nobody really close to me ever does that. In a way, I think that's a selfish way to go. Don't do that, Pete. A living will is all you really need--- a DNR order when things get bad.

Yes, this woman had grown adult children (one of which found her) and grown grandchildren.

I knew this woman (who was totally fascinating) because my friend as a newly married woman, lived there for the first few years with her husband. They had an adjoining section of the house which was made into an apartment. The old woman was invited to all the parties, cookouts and dinners there and also, after my friends bought a home of their own, she visited them. Glad they were not living on the farm when she took her life.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by peripatetically on 9 March 2009 11:00pm
Looks like I can listen to people horror stories, but not animals. Animals have little defense, that's why I guess.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by Lounge Trekker on 10 March 2009 2:28am
Rather than initiating a macabre discussion about ways to just...disappear, I'll just say that I think a guy could die and dissappear with a good chance of, well, you ain't gettin' away.

We have an obligation, not simply instinct of survival. Only terminal illness in its nastiest moment, nothing else justifies putting your friends and family through it.

I consciously avoid thinking about cruelty in any form to any victim.

Social Trekker
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by Spursfan on 10 March 2009 9:47am
I agree Pats - if there is cruelty to children or adults yes I am naturally shocked and appalled, even sickened. But I cannot BEAR to watch stories on, say, the TV news about cruelty to animals. If they start talking about it I turn over.

Does that make me a wimp? :(
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by peripatetically on 10 March 2009 12:27pm
We could start a Wimps of the World Club, Anne. I bet we'd have a big membership.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by mrsthing on 11 March 2009 12:54am
We're not wimps if we cringe and writhe when we hear such awful stories. We're normal. It mystifies me how people can hear awful stories like that and not feel anything.

But here's some nice animal stories. Ready?

One of my boyfriends (before I met Mr. Thing) broke up with me in a rather nasty way, and it involved a girl who'd been pretending to be my best friend just so she could take him away from me, and our social group was all messed up because certain lies got told and other people didn't want to be my friend...yadda yadda yadda. It was awful. I cried a lot for months and months. One night I came home from trying unsuccessfully to heal things at a social gathering, and just sobbed and sobbed. I knelt by my bed and prayed to God, "I'm so upset, it scares me. Please send an angel to comfort me." I no sooner had the words out of my mouth than my three cats and the dog walked solemnly but purposefully into the room. One cat sat by my knees and leaned into my legs, the dog laid down on the other side and put her front legs over the backs of my calves, and the other two cats flanked my head and purred, my favorite kitty licking tears off my face. No one said angels had to look like humans...

My favorite kitty was a feral kitten, found in the woods up a tree and taken to a cat shelter. When my first cat died, I decided to get another one. The shelter wasn't strictly legal, it was just a big-hearted woman who'd turned her house into a foster home for 80 cats and 20 dogs. She was about to be closed down by the board of health, and she begged me to take "Squiggles"--so named because she refused to be held and wriggled and squiggled to free herself. So I took her, and for two weeks she hid behind our sofa 24/7. We had to put her food dish near the back of the sofa. Then she unexpectedly went into heat. She was just a tiny thing, so we didn't think she was old enough. She was making all sorts of brazen overtures to our neutered male cat, who just looked at me, Morris-like, as if to say, "YOU did this to me, YOU explain it to her!" After that she started coming out from behind the sofa, but she was never really friendly.

So we adopted a dog after our first dog died. He was HUGE! The shelter swore up and down that he was good with cats, but as soon as he saw one of ours, he took off after it like a shot, barking furiously! We found him, head and shoulders under the bed, with the bed 6" off the floor, nearly screaming with frustration because he couldn't get to the cat in the far corner. We dragged him out by the tail (took a few tries), and closed the door, locking the cat in. Then he saw my little girl, and chased her upstairs. I found her vainly trying to climb the sheer curtains over a small table, and the dog about to get her. I grabbed her away from the shredded curtains, put her in my room and shut the door. By that time, he had the third cat at bay, and I knew we had to take the dog back to the shelter.

I sobbed all the way back to the shelter. I really liked the dog, and felt badly about bringing him back. And I was angry and scared still, thinking about what might have happened to the cats. My mom took the dog back in; the staff were waiting there, check in hand. The dog was wriggling and barking and seemed happy to be "home". Bet he thought THAT was some fun trip!

Squiggles didn't leave my room for a week, she was so traumatized. I fed her up there, spoke quietly to her, and finally took her on a tour of the house (in my arms) to show her that the Awful Dog was gone. I explained to her that he was never coming back. She seemed to believe me, but that experience bonded her to me, and we had a really wonderful few years. But this post is already too long, so I'll stop here.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by mrsthing on 11 March 2009 4:19pm
A nice picture:


I didn't even know there was a memorial anywhere to dogs who died in service to their country.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by Spursfan on 11 March 2009 5:03pm
Yes it is very moving, Judy. I notice someone, further down the page, quotes from the memorial, which apparently is in Guam.
Re: Pet parents of the world, unite! by peripatetically on 11 March 2009 5:09pm
Aaaw, how wonderful. They can be real heroes . No wonder they are considered man's best friend,.
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