Sad Cats

On 2006-03-15, Singh penned:

Poor Bozer died of liver failure after three days of horrific
suffering. I was 19, no job, no cash, no car, living out in the
sticks. The ******* referred to as my father would *not* take that
dog to the vet and do the right thing. Because he and Frances didn't
get along, he wanted her to hear the dog scream. Is it okay if I
call this man a bag of **** here, or is this a family-friendly
group? Twenty years later, my husband and I both have to deal with
the nightmare of those three days. Even Fritzie, who was very bold,
hid with his fur fluffed out like the Pink Panther coming out of a
clothes dryer. Ugliest sound I ever heard, that poor dog screaming.
When he died, Fritzie spent weeks looking for him, poking in all the
places they used to sleep together, sitting by the dinner dish,
looking lost. He never slept again in any of the spots where he
slept with Bozer.

Oh, Baha. I'm so sorry you and everyone involved had to go through
this. I'll never understand how anyone can stand by and watch a
creature, any creature, suffer. I don't think I could watch my worst
enemy suffer that kind of pain.

--
monique, who spoils Oscar unmercifully

pictures: http://www.bounceswoosh.org/rpca

I'm not a bit surprised...

My mother had a dog, a miniature poodle named Bozer, who when I brought my
Fritzie home (over twenty years ago, I am SO FREAKIN' OLD!!!) was in his
own autumn years and was built kind of cylindrical, like an overstuffed
kielbasa. Bozer was an overall friendly dog to all but the mail carrier and
my father, loyal as a soldier to my mother, friendly toward me, and he
liked cats. He was proof that cats and dogs are not natural enemies. My
mother told me of an old wives' tale from Eastern Europe that, if you want
a dog and cat to get along, especially if one of them's a kitten, put Kitty
on the dog's back. I knew I'd better do it or Frances wouldn't give me
peace. And damned if it didn't work--Fritzie and Bozer took to each other
like you wouldn't believe! They ate together, slept together, and had this
cowboy game where little Fritzie would run behind Bozer, hop on his back
and ride him.

Poor Bozer died of liver failure after three days of horrific suffering. I
was 19, no job, no cash, no car, living out in the sticks. The *******
referred to as my father would *not* take that dog to the vet and do the
right thing. Because he and Frances didn't get along, he wanted her to hear
the dog scream. Is it okay if I call this man a bag of **** here, or is
this a family-friendly group? Twenty years later, my husband and I both
have to deal with the nightmare of those three days. Even Fritzie, who was
very bold, hid with his fur fluffed out like the Pink Panther coming out of
a clothes dryer. Ugliest sound I ever heard, that poor dog screaming. When
he died, Fritzie spent weeks looking for him, poking in all the places they
used to sleep together, sitting by the dinner dish, looking lost. He never
slept again in any of the spots where he slept with Bozer.

In his last four years with us, Fritzie developed an odd sense of a dog in
his last days. He always knew, and would go and rub up on the sick dog in
the waiting room at the vet office. Even on the day we put my first dear
cat to sleep, he heard that horrid sound of a pain-stricken, screaming dog,
and tried to run to him, even on his weakened legs.

Blessed be,
Baha

rosie wrote:

Recently, we had to put down our much beloved dog, Molly, She had
Kidney Failure.

From the moment I brought my two cats home ( as kittens) they LOVED
Molly almost as much as we did. My female Calico, would pal around with
Molly, we called them " the Girls" My male would play with Molly,
including, riding on her back like a cowboy... Molly was not too
thrilled with this but would put up with it.

Now, they walk around the house "calling" for her, they miss her. I
miss her too. How long do you think this behavior will continue?? At
some point we will get a new dog, but not for awhile. We have been
giving them a lot of attention.

Rosie

Your family, including the cats, is behaving normally. Let the little ones
have their grief, they need time just as much as the two-legs do. Thinking
of our long-gone Bozer brought back so much...I'm so sorry about Molly; and
so glad that you did the right thing by her and gave her the peace she
needed. Lots of rumbling purrs coming to you, for a gentle walk to the
other side for dear Molly, and healing for you and some very confused
little friends of hers.

Blessed be,
Baha

rosie wrote:

Recently, we had to put down our much beloved dog, Molly, She had
Kidney Failure.

From the moment I brought my two cats home ( as kittens) they LOVED
Molly almost as much as we did. My female Calico, would pal around with
Molly, we called them " the Girls" My male would play with Molly,
including, riding on her back like a cowboy... Molly was not too
thrilled with this but would put up with it.

Now, they walk around the house "calling" for her, they miss her. I
miss her too. How long do you think this behavior will continue?? At
some point we will get a new dog, but not for awhile. We have been
giving them a lot of attention.

Rosie

rosie wrote:

Recently, we had to put down our much beloved dog, Molly, She had
Kidney Failure.

From the moment I brought my two cats home ( as kittens) they LOVED
Molly almost as much as we did. My female Calico, would pal around with
Molly, we called them " the Girls" My male would play with Molly,
including, riding on her back like a cowboy... Molly was not too
thrilled with this but would put up with it.

Now, they walk around the house "calling" for her, they miss her. I
miss her too. How long do you think this behavior will continue?? At
some point we will get a new dog, but not for awhile. We have been
giving them a lot of attention.

Rosie

Lots of purrs and hugs,
Polonca and Soncek

Singh wrote:

I'm not a bit surprised...

My mother had a dog, a miniature poodle named Bozer, who when I brought my
Fritzie home (over twenty years ago, I am SO FREAKIN' OLD!!!) was in his
own autumn years and was built kind of cylindrical, like an overstuffed
kielbasa. Bozer was an overall friendly dog to all but the mail carrier and
my father, loyal as a soldier to my mother, friendly toward me, and he
liked cats. He was proof that cats and dogs are not natural enemies. My
mother told me of an old wives' tale from Eastern Europe that, if you want
a dog and cat to get along, especially if one of them's a kitten, put Kitty
on the dog's back. I knew I'd better do it or Frances wouldn't give me
peace. And damned if it didn't work--Fritzie and Bozer took to each other
like you wouldn't believe! They ate together, slept together, and had this
cowboy game where little Fritzie would run behind Bozer, hop on his back
and ride him.

Poor Bozer died of liver failure after three days of horrific suffering. I
was 19, no job, no cash, no car, living out in the sticks. The *******
referred to as my father would *not* take that dog to the vet and do the
right thing. Because he and Frances didn't get along, he wanted her to hear
the dog scream. Is it okay if I call this man a bag of **** here, or is
this a family-friendly group? Twenty years later, my husband and I both
have to deal with the nightmare of those three days. Even Fritzie, who was
very bold, hid with his fur fluffed out like the Pink Panther coming out of
a clothes dryer. Ugliest sound I ever heard, that poor dog screaming. When
he died, Fritzie spent weeks looking for him, poking in all the places they
used to sleep together, sitting by the dinner dish, looking lost. He never
slept again in any of the spots where he slept with Bozer.

In his last four years with us, Fritzie developed an odd sense of a dog in
his last days. He always knew, and would go and rub up on the sick dog in
the waiting room at the vet office. Even on the day we put my first dear
cat to sleep, he heard that horrid sound of a pain-stricken, screaming dog,
and tried to run to him, even on his weakened legs.

Blessed be,
Baha


What a sad, sad story.
Lots and lots of purrs and hugs,
Polonca and Soncek