Loungers' Pets

[Michaelshane]

This old guy is getting slower too.
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.Cooper.



He was a young guy here....



The toys are Bentleys.Cooper never has played with toys.He has too much dignity.

 

[jamespowers]

Our poor, old, crippled dog used to go on hikes with me, but now is not able to make it any more. After I returned from today's hike, I helped her out to the front porch where we sat and I told her about the trip. That seemed to make her happy.

I'm not sure how much longer the old dog will be with us. It gets harder and harder for her to get around. I dread the day ...

I know how you feel. My old Samantha was 17 years old when I found her out by the patio. She was getting feeble and such. I figured it would happn eventually. You are just never ready for it though. Just comfort her and keep her going as long as you can. I used to sneak pain medicine into old Samantha's food.

 

[jamespowers]

Thanks JP. It was a lot harder to do than I remembered.

I coul not do it for my last couple of animals. They went on their own. I guess I am just too squimish.....

 

[2jakes]

I coul not do it for my last couple of animals. They went on their own. I guess I am just too squimish.....

I'm pretty sure that all the animals posted here have been blessed to have the love that all
of you guys have shown when I see the photos. I try not to think about the day when they must leave.
I try & comfort my grieving by telling myself that they had a good time with me...but nevertheless...
it still hurts.

 

[jamespowers]

I'm pretty sure that all the animals posted here have been blessed to have the love that all
of you guys have shown when I see the photos. I try not to think about the day when they must leave.
I try & comfort my grieving by telling myself that they had a good time with me...but nevertheless...
it still hurts.

Agree to all of that.

 

[1mach1]

I coul not do it for my last couple of animals. They went on their own. I guess I am just too squimish.....

It is definitely not an easy decision by any account. Not to mention the vet bill......

 

[jamespowers]

It is definitely not an easy decision by any account. Not to mention the vet bill......

Yeah, that vet bill always reminds me that I could have bought a GOOD used car for all I spent on Samantha. :doh:

 

[V.C. Brunswick]

Now where the heck did El Principe disappear off to???

 

[2jakes]

Now where the heck did El Principe disappear off to???

That is a wonderful shot of El Principe !

Reminds me of the "running joke" I have with Sundance.
Imagine a dark room & I tell him...
"Come on Sundance open up your eyes I know you're in here "!

 

[jamespowers]

Now where the heck did El Principe disappear off to???

He is learning to fly now?! Well, sure why not I guess:
http://youtu.be/HAUyHIrjfS4

 

[Stearmen]

Now where the heck did El Principe disappear off to???

Sneaky, doing the old "Commieflage"!

 

[1mach1]

Meet the new boy in town, Captain Jack.

 

[mikespens]

He looks comfy Harv, congrats.

 

[Atticus Finch]

Callie, being suspicious of the iPad pointed at her.



AF

 

[1mach1]

Thanks Mike!

AF, I have seen that look Callie is giving you. It's the "F.U" look.

 

[dh66]

Good looking critter, Harv.

Atiicus Finch, I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you.

 

[DesertDan]

Finally got a pic of the new pup.
This is Hunter:

Of course the only thing he's ever "hunted" is a warm blanket. But he's a good little guy so we won't feed him to the cats.

 

[mikespens]

Got a soft spot for the wienerdog DDan, mines 11 and still acts like a pup sometimes. A caution, if a wienerdog ever gets into your bed, you may never get him out.

 

[DesertDan]

Too late.
He is definitely "mama's dog" and my wife dotes on him.
I've had dachshunds almost my entire life, minis, standards, smooths, longs and wire hairs.
Actually the only type I haven't had is a dapple.
He is a miniature but he has all the usual characteristics of the breed, smart, stubborn as mule and recklessly fearless.

When my last doxie died I discovered a real affection for Boxers and had intended to get another a some point but I guess that will have to wait a little while. It's funny to watch them play, like David and Goliath only David thinks he's a Goliath too!

 

[Trapped in T-wilight Zone]

1mach1/Harv,
Saddened by your loss. I don't check in here everyday, and have looked for this thread a few times wondering how things were with your Agent Smith. We have a 16 year old cat that I am afraid will not make it another year (had her since 7 weeks old). It never seems to get easier. The silly things sure can find a way into your heart.
For what it is worth. My wife seems to have a strange connection through the cosmos. Cats with a need for a special home seem to call out. My wife will decide that we must go some place, it has been a park, or a pet store, a couple times an animal shelter, but always some place we have never been before. There, we will get a cat. Often the cat will seem fine, only later to be found to have a serious issue. One sweet cat insisted on being held, constantly. Only to die of an apparent heart attack at less than 2 years old. Another incredible sweet cat, white, blue-eyed, totally deaf, absolute loving pest, was running up a bunch of vet bills before he was found to have a congenital liver defect. He died soon after. There have been several more.
I console myself with the idea that we give these loving creatures a good home for the short time they have. It is still difficult. Every time.
One of our other cats (we have three at this time not counting the stray we feed outside), was a rescue kitten that had been deemed unadoptable and was being scheduled for destruction by the rescue shelter (they said so on their website). My wife found her in her usual inexplicable way. The cat was so wild when we took her home that we called her the "Cuisinart". Every night, for awhile, I would go downstairs where she was hiding, using a big old towel for protection, and take the cat up to where my wife was waiting with yet another towel to sit and hold her for a bit. After about a half hour, I would take the cat back downstairs and put her exactly where I had found her. It took almost a month before the cat would come out of hiding on her own. Another couple months before she would let us pick her up without a fight. For most of the past seven years, she will lie on the floor, on her back, and make us step over her. No fear what-so-ever.
Yes. We do love our furry friends.