Do we have any animal lovers out there?

My beloved boxer passed away unexpectedly today.  I'm shattered!  I thank God for my son.  He has been such a comfort to me today.  He took charge of the burial.  But most poignantly, he offered me the comfort of his own dog, the catahoula mix.  He knows she makes me giggle.

But tonight...tonight I grieve for my Casper.  He was a good dog.  I often used him as an illustration of obedience.  You see, he was a very intelligent dog.  He could open most of our doors, which have lever handles, whether they were locked or not.  A couple of years ago, he escaped during the night and got hit by a car.  He made it home, injured as he was.  Only by the grace of God did he survive, with, as it turned out, relatively minimal injuries...a tire track was visible across his midsection, but he had no broken bones and no internal injuries. 

But, since that night, I made sure he was locked safely in my room with me at night...and locked safely in my bathroom while I was at work.  He didn't like being locked in the bathroom.  He was used to having the whole run of the house.  But he knew the routine.  When I turned on my hair dryer, he knew it was time to go into the bathroom.  I didn't have to send him there...he just went...and then he'd cry just a little bit.  Just enough to break my heart...

Oh, yes, he used to break my heart a little bit every morning...but now, it's shattered.  He was a good dog... 
 
Inf, Thank you for sharing your story. As a young kid I couldn't watch Lassie without crying..... When I got married we got Duke (doberman) from a police officer that wanted him to have a good home. Duke was police trained and very obedient. He died in my arms with a heart diease it killed both my husband and I. It would be 20 years before we had another doberman this time I met the owner and she was looking for a good home. It was love at first sight for Devon and I. She is a red sassy female she just turned 7 years old . I know my time with her is slipping away. She has protected our home from being broken into.......she has run off intruders. She is a fierce protector of me and my husband. I will always have a doberman.

Inf I'm so sorry for your great loss........I'm adding you to my friend list :)
 
We have a mutt, but we love her.  Dogs really do become part of the family.  She knows when someone in the house is sick and stays with them at all times until they are well.  She gets her own leash and brings it to us when she wants to go on a walk.  She even tried to alert us to a burglar getting into our car (To bad I just told her to go back to bed - won't do that again).
 
For all those who joke about cat:

If you are a HACer, and you have had one of those famous Chicago Burrito's (You know what I'm talking about - from that one place?), you have probably eaten cat.  Upon a return visit and looking to share the joy of those burritos, I learned the place got shut down three times for serving cat as steak in their burritos.  Not really sure what that meat was......but it sure was good!
 
I have always been a dog lover, but love my present dog - my Golden Lab / Retriever mix - more than any other dog I have ever owned. After having a trained German Shepherd and trained Rottweiler (both quite expensive and reported to be highly intelligent), I have found my Lab to be the most intelligent dog I have ever seen. Not only is he smart, but he is sweet, gentle, and has an almost human like personality. Best of all, he was FREE!!
 
lnf said:
My beloved boxer passed away unexpectedly today.  I'm shattered!  I thank God for my son.  He has been such a comfort to me today.  He took charge of the burial.  But most poignantly, he offered me the comfort of his own dog, the catahoula mix.  He knows she makes me giggle.

But tonight...tonight I grieve for my Casper.  He was a good dog.  I often used him as an illustration of obedience.  You see, he was a very intelligent dog.  He could open most of our doors, which have lever handles, whether they were locked or not.  A couple of years ago, he escaped during the night and got hit by a car.  He made it home, injured as he was.  Only by the grace of God did he survive, with, as it turned out, relatively minimal injuries...a tire track was visible across his midsection, but he had no broken bones and no internal injuries. 

But, since that night, I made sure he was locked safely in my room with me at night...and locked safely in my bathroom while I was at work.  He didn't like being locked in the bathroom.  He was used to having the whole run of the house.  But he knew the routine.  When I turned on my hair dryer, he knew it was time to go into the bathroom.  I didn't have to send him there...he just went...and then he'd cry just a little bit.  Just enough to break my heart...

Oh, yes, he used to break my heart a little bit every morning...but now, it's shattered.  He was a good dog...
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My dogs are more obedient to their master then I have ever been to my Master during my lifetime. I am sorry for the lost of your dog. Kudos to your son for stepping forward to help you during this difficult time. God bless.
 
The dog in my avatar is my dog Brownie who passed away a couple of years ago due to cancer. I lived in Tampa Fl and rescued dogs out of Rowlett Park. One day driving by I saw him sitting in a shaded area of the park, came home he was in the same spot, next morning same spot, later the afternoon same spot. I finally took him some food and water, did this for a couple of days and he stayed in the same spot. I finally figured it out, he was dumped and waiting for his master to come back. I already had two dogs at home I rescued,so what is one more, put a collar on him and led him home.
I put an ad in the paper looking for a home for him and a woman and four kids answered it and came by, liked him and took him home. He did not want to go but I made him. Later on it started to bother me, more then any dog I had given up. I could not get him out of my mind so a week later I called the woman and asked how he was doing. She said, please come and pick him up, he goes to the corner of their yard and does not want to have anything to do with them. Needless to say I put another ad in the paper a woman with a little baby answered and came by and saw him and wanted him. I drove Brownie to her place and gave him to her but regretted it immediately. It was in a bad area of town and when I left he was at the fence crying as I left. I felt lower then a snake's belly. I had abandoned him just like his previous owner did. I did not sleep well that night and I called and she said he was in the corner of the fence yard and did not want to have anything to do with them.
To make a long story short, for the next two weeks I would visit him and finally offered the woman $120 for Brownie. $100 for him and $20 for her to go to the humane society to get another dog. I always think of the verse, we are bought with a price. True love costs.
I took Brownie home and never ever tried to give him away again. I think of him daily, he was the smartest dog I ever had, part mixture of shepherd and cocker spaniel. I know one day I will see him, for you see I have the faith of a child.
 
They sound smart! do you  have any pictures?
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Here's 2 pictures:
first Suzuki, a golden Comet, AKA the shop chicken sitting on weaker's recumbent trike.
She had a lacerated foot, so we kept her in the shop while on medication.
She decided she was a shop chicken--not a coop chicken like them others,
so she lives in the shop now.

2nd some buffs and Jersey giants in a baby picture.
Their first home was a printer box in our living room.  The first step in taming them down
was to cut "neck size" holes in the box so they can be with people.  They would stick their heads out and watch us from whatever side of the box we were on at the moment.  Of course we would feed them to get them used to eating from a person's hand right away, something they are scared to do otherwise.

Mrs. Weaker

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I forgot, we have other pets!
Here's a picture of weaker putting 10,000 new mail order pets into their new home.
Weaker calls them the Buzz Bros. since there was not enough names to go around (but they are buzz sisters, really).
So far they have made about 150 lbs of honey.  Buzz, Buzz!







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Thanks you, Sherryh and 4everfsu for the kind words.  Yes, Casper's obedience was my example to try to live up to.  I was thinking about him today, about how I will miss sharing the testimony of his obedience...but no, I won't miss that!  I can still share that.  What I will miss, though, is his love and companionship...and the fact that he looked quite vicious, even though, in reality, he probably would have asked a robber, "Hey, whatchadoin? Need help carrying that?"
 
I believe Castor was being funny...........there is nothing wrong with chickens  :)

I have a friend that has a pet chicken that loves to be petted
 
I only have one poor picture of Casper, but I don't know how to post it.  I do have a chicken story, though...

One evening, my husband and I came home from a date night to see a dog crate in our driveway.  It was making all sorts of noise.  We asked our daughter about it.  She said, "Some weird guy knocked on the door, said he knew Dad, and left that for you.  We opened the crate door...and had an explosion of chickens!  Turned out, this friend of ours, who owned chickens, thought we should own some, too.  Two roosters and four hens exploded out of that crate! 

Well, we thought that was that!  But, no.  They ended up sticking around, even though they were free range chickens.  The hens layed eggs in our hayloft...goodness...baby chicks committing suicide onto the aisle floor, so we climbed up there to rescue those we could...

...but we kept hearing one more...peep, peep...peep, peep!  I finally spotted a rocking egg...peep, peep!  A chick was stuck in a dried out egg!

I peeled him out of the egg.  Oh, he was so very weak!  The hens wouldn't accept him, so what was I to do?  Yep, you guessed it...I adopted him!!  I made him a little nest in a basket in my closet.  I covered him with a washcloth at night, so he would sleep.  I fed him sugar water from a cocktail straw until he could stand up.  Then I sifted chicken feed for the tiniest pieces.  I taught him how to eat by tapping my finger into the food.  Each morning, we would hang out together while I got ready for work.  I would tip my foot for him to nestle under while I dried my hair.  As he grew, he gained a name.  He had a black stripe running from the tip of his beak down his back...so, he became "Speed Racer".  He was so awesome!  Just like any other bird I had ever owned! 

But any of you who know anything about chickens know this...they are nasty dirty!  He got so big that he wouldn't stay in the basket, so I had to evict him from the house.

Unfortunately, he didn't know he was a chicken, so the others didn't accept him.  They killed him in less than two weeks.  Chickens have a vicious society...much like humans.
 
Torrent v.2 said:
Castor Muscular said:
Anyone have a pet rock?
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I did, but it died.
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Someone in my neighborhood is a serial killer of pet rocks, because if find them in unmarked graves all the time. 

 
Torrent v.2 said:
Castor Muscular said:
Torrent v.2 said:
Castor Muscular said:
Anyone have a pet rock?
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I did, but it died.
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Someone in my neighborhood is a serial killer of pet rocks, because if find them in unmarked graves all the time.
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Have they caught them?
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No.  The killer must be incredibly smart, because he leaves no evidence.  Just millions of dead rocks.
 
redeemed said:
There are no street lights in the country....just the stars. 
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That sounds lovely to me. Can I ask what state?
 
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