One of my cats would go into the garden, stand on her hinders , and strip the husk, then eat the corn. We thought it was raccoons until we caught her at it.
My dog was much bigger and the kitten was even smaller, than in this picture, yet that pic of the white dog with a kitten sleeping on his ribs, seems eerily familiar. It's also something I was positive I would not ever see again in my lifetime. It made me a bit misty since that one dog was the only dog I have ever had. He got very old and we had to have him put down because of debilitating hip degeneration and he could no longer get around, walk, or even stand. It was very sad and at just 18 I made the mistake of being there by my dog till the very end. The end is when the vet taps on their eyeball to make sure they are gone. It tore my guts out and it made me not want to go through that again, so never got another dog. I have been rethinking that the last couple years though, because even though most of my kids are well past 30yrs old, the 5th kid is just 10 now and has been pestering me to get a dog. The thought now is, perhaps a fresh puppy, .... will likely outlive ME instead. lol
It's horrible for the animals being put down for you not to be with them. They're there in that strange place, with strange people, searching every face for YOU, their beloved owner, and you have abandoned them. It is the biggest thing that rips out the hearts of the vets and vet techs, watching that poor animal search for you in their last moments, scared and needing your reassurance and love. Don't be a puss, stay with your poor animals, because they love you and need you.
They have been a part of your life, but to them, you have been their whole life.
We owe it to them, is how I'd put it. We rule them. No matter how friendly the relationship dog-human may be, at the end of the day we're Master and they are Dog.
And a good Master cares for his dog until the very end and beyond. In this day and age, we don't have to shoot our own dog when the time comes, we're spared that and can foist it onto people paid to do it, so at least we can cradle them as they die.
It is my fervent feeling that the dog waits for us. Master will come, it just takes a while longer and maybe other dogs who lived with Master will come too.
I base this feeling on the following:
When I grew up, my maternal aunt had dogs, two vorstehers and one huge schaefer. That shcaefer used to babysit me and follow me around everywhere, unusual in a male. When I was12, they had to put him down. As kids sometimes do with too strong emotions, I just bottled it up.
More than 15 years later, I have a semi-lucid dream of him. We are at a favourite spot i the fjells, an area I know well which looks like a landscape-painters dream, it's that perfect in beauty.
He (the dog, not the hypothetical painter) is running ahead and getting further and further away, until he stops and looks at me. That's when I woke up, with a feeling of "He's there, waiting for me when it's my time."
My wife woke up thinking I was having some kind of nervous or psychotic break because I was wailing and trashing about and crying like a toddler, which is quite scary when it's a man weighing 250 pounds (not fat, muscles - nowadays I'm down to a measly 220) doing it.
That's how I feel. They are there, waiting for us.
I totally agree. We owe them so much. Staying while we have them murdered (because that's basically what it is), for a good reason or not, is the very least we can do.
And Dear God, PLEASE let us be together after death. I can barely stand being without the departed ones now, I couldn't stand eternity without them, too.
I don't know about tapping on the eyeball, but the presence of the human at the end is very important to the animal. You did a brave and good thing. Like you, though, after losing my last cat in 2021, I have to not have any more. I'm 81 and I can't stand the emotional trauma.
Losing a beloved dog is heart wrenching indeed- I still cry sometimes over the most amazing dog I had ever had, gone 20 years now. But two years ago we had the great fortune of welcoming two border collie pups into our family and they have brought us such immense joy. And- they get us out daily for walks, playing fetch, or just sitting at the beach. It sounds like you had a very special bond with your beloved dog, but try not to let the sadness of his loss make you lose out on years of joy with a new best friend. (I also have 5 kids- the oldest son 29 and youngest son 15)
Like someone else on here, I got a little dewy over the German Shepherd. Human kids, especially once they're grown, can take care of themselves, but fur babies when someone dies . . . what happens to them?
I have a friend who only adopts rescues whose owners have passed away. Generally elderly animals who have never been in a shelter and are desperate for a home. Bless her.
The one with the german shepherd made me a little misty.... and I’m not usually like that.
I once read a story attributed to Napoleon Bonaparte, where he was walking through a battlefield after a battle and spotted a dog crying over his dead master. He thought it was so sad that he broke down crying.
Dogs are marvelous creatures. Sometimes I’m not sure if we deserve them.
Oh yes, the Nikki story made me sad. When my dad passed away, my dog would run up to older gents with canes and white hair. Her disappointment and sadness was evident when she figured out it wasn’t him. :(
One of my late 17 year olds, whom I lost last winter LOVED corn on the cob. We never gave him a whole ear, but we did amuse ourselves by leaving that hard to reach stuff on the ends of the ear for him...contorting himself while gnawing away. Good times.
Weird but healthy! 😁 I had a cat who loved lots of food, but most especially Cheetos and Cheese Puffs. He'd bite your fingers to get the last bit of cheese dust. He also loved avocado, feta cheese and turkey.
One of my cats would go into the garden, stand on her hinders , and strip the husk, then eat the corn. We thought it was raccoons until we caught her at it.
"Cat Eating An Ear Of Corn" is doing no such thing.
That is a "Cat Creating Yellow Bottle".
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My dog was much bigger and the kitten was even smaller, than in this picture, yet that pic of the white dog with a kitten sleeping on his ribs, seems eerily familiar. It's also something I was positive I would not ever see again in my lifetime. It made me a bit misty since that one dog was the only dog I have ever had. He got very old and we had to have him put down because of debilitating hip degeneration and he could no longer get around, walk, or even stand. It was very sad and at just 18 I made the mistake of being there by my dog till the very end. The end is when the vet taps on their eyeball to make sure they are gone. It tore my guts out and it made me not want to go through that again, so never got another dog. I have been rethinking that the last couple years though, because even though most of my kids are well past 30yrs old, the 5th kid is just 10 now and has been pestering me to get a dog. The thought now is, perhaps a fresh puppy, .... will likely outlive ME instead. lol
It's horrible for the animals being put down for you not to be with them. They're there in that strange place, with strange people, searching every face for YOU, their beloved owner, and you have abandoned them. It is the biggest thing that rips out the hearts of the vets and vet techs, watching that poor animal search for you in their last moments, scared and needing your reassurance and love. Don't be a puss, stay with your poor animals, because they love you and need you.
They have been a part of your life, but to them, you have been their whole life.
We owe it to them, is how I'd put it. We rule them. No matter how friendly the relationship dog-human may be, at the end of the day we're Master and they are Dog.
And a good Master cares for his dog until the very end and beyond. In this day and age, we don't have to shoot our own dog when the time comes, we're spared that and can foist it onto people paid to do it, so at least we can cradle them as they die.
It is my fervent feeling that the dog waits for us. Master will come, it just takes a while longer and maybe other dogs who lived with Master will come too.
I base this feeling on the following:
When I grew up, my maternal aunt had dogs, two vorstehers and one huge schaefer. That shcaefer used to babysit me and follow me around everywhere, unusual in a male. When I was12, they had to put him down. As kids sometimes do with too strong emotions, I just bottled it up.
More than 15 years later, I have a semi-lucid dream of him. We are at a favourite spot i the fjells, an area I know well which looks like a landscape-painters dream, it's that perfect in beauty.
He (the dog, not the hypothetical painter) is running ahead and getting further and further away, until he stops and looks at me. That's when I woke up, with a feeling of "He's there, waiting for me when it's my time."
My wife woke up thinking I was having some kind of nervous or psychotic break because I was wailing and trashing about and crying like a toddler, which is quite scary when it's a man weighing 250 pounds (not fat, muscles - nowadays I'm down to a measly 220) doing it.
That's how I feel. They are there, waiting for us.
I totally agree. We owe them so much. Staying while we have them murdered (because that's basically what it is), for a good reason or not, is the very least we can do.
And Dear God, PLEASE let us be together after death. I can barely stand being without the departed ones now, I couldn't stand eternity without them, too.
I don't know about tapping on the eyeball, but the presence of the human at the end is very important to the animal. You did a brave and good thing. Like you, though, after losing my last cat in 2021, I have to not have any more. I'm 81 and I can't stand the emotional trauma.
Losing a beloved dog is heart wrenching indeed- I still cry sometimes over the most amazing dog I had ever had, gone 20 years now. But two years ago we had the great fortune of welcoming two border collie pups into our family and they have brought us such immense joy. And- they get us out daily for walks, playing fetch, or just sitting at the beach. It sounds like you had a very special bond with your beloved dog, but try not to let the sadness of his loss make you lose out on years of joy with a new best friend. (I also have 5 kids- the oldest son 29 and youngest son 15)
awwww these were sweet. Really sweet.
My heart feels hopeful now.
I have been in a crummy mood, just family stuff, disrespect, just abused by family. It sucks
Anyway, I am happy that doggie in Detroit is getting help and attention.
Animals are the best.
Just be golden, and let the slings and arrows be like water to a duck. I made all those metaphors up.
I like those. Yes, I will continue on.
If you have a good marriage (hubbs and I do) then it is not so horrible being pushed out of the Stupid Club. It feels quite nice, right?
Quite nice is an understatement. The Mrs. makes all the difference to me. I'd be freaking out quietly in some lonely foggy corner of the interwebs...
First pic, so much doggeh, so little kitteh.
I guess that one cat is an obligate corn-ivore?
Good one! (But it just had to have been slathered with butter)
> That said, I’d love to see the footage of the night before, when somebody LOCKED A BEAR IN THE TRASH WITHOUT KNOWING IT.
Maybe. Maybe not...
Makes you think - how *could* someone not notice a *bear* in the dumpster?
It was slathered in butter? 🤣
Love the Sami @ the end; we had several as I was growing up 🥲
Like someone else on here, I got a little dewy over the German Shepherd. Human kids, especially once they're grown, can take care of themselves, but fur babies when someone dies . . . what happens to them?
I have a friend who only adopts rescues whose owners have passed away. Generally elderly animals who have never been in a shelter and are desperate for a home. Bless her.
Your friend is special indeed.
Many thanks🐶🐶💞💞
Thank you.
The one with the german shepherd made me a little misty.... and I’m not usually like that.
I once read a story attributed to Napoleon Bonaparte, where he was walking through a battlefield after a battle and spotted a dog crying over his dead master. He thought it was so sad that he broke down crying.
Dogs are marvelous creatures. Sometimes I’m not sure if we deserve them.
I know that some of us don’t.....
Oh yes, the Nikki story made me sad. When my dad passed away, my dog would run up to older gents with canes and white hair. Her disappointment and sadness was evident when she figured out it wasn’t him. :(
LOVE the VW camper!
Animal stories get me every time. Especially ones that end happy!
That clip with the bear, yipe! A real "new underwear, please"-moment.
The guy's pants were JUST tan enough that I couldn't make a "Good thing he was wearing his brown pants" joke.
But you were just waiting to tell it here, eh? (You don't need no stinkin' wink from me, right?)
good ones. I never would have thought that a cat would like corn!
One of my late 17 year olds, whom I lost last winter LOVED corn on the cob. We never gave him a whole ear, but we did amuse ourselves by leaving that hard to reach stuff on the ends of the ear for him...contorting himself while gnawing away. Good times.
I knew 1 (one) dog that liked corn, and he liked it very-much-thank-you-kindly, but I always wondered why he didn't treat the center as a bone.
Aww he sounded like a character. I'm sorry that you lost him; it's rough losing our kitty cats.
He was old and he had a good life for the most part. It's hard to let go, but it's just life. :)
How much butter was on that corn? Askin' for a (furry) friend.
G loves salad, and bothers me constantly while I'm eating it. When I'm done and set down the bowl with the 'scraps', he licks it totally clean.
Weird little dude.
Blue cheese dressing?
Ranch or Catalina or Thousand Island, it makes no difference to him.
Wow!
I'm pickier than a cat?!
Weird but healthy! 😁 I had a cat who loved lots of food, but most especially Cheetos and Cheese Puffs. He'd bite your fingers to get the last bit of cheese dust. He also loved avocado, feta cheese and turkey.
Now that is one happy corn devouring quat.
Monday upbeat stories are so needed! Thank you!
That's a fact.
Thank you for giving canines equal representation!
As long as we adhere to the over-all policy of a meritocracy, and we *all* know which species has the most merit.
WOOF! Westminster Dog Show final night on FS1 7-11 pm
Just a beauty contest, if you ask me.
Grrr...
Okay, OKAY, Natasha, you can have the tele...