Critters!
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@testament You know, I am still grateful that I took him to the vet right away even though it wouldn't have made a difference either way. I had a deployment scheduled for the early hours of next morning so I was planning to take an afternoon nap, and only noticed Roo was kind of feeling sorry for himself but that could have been... anything. A hairball. Just being moody. I could have just left it there to see how it goes.
I'd have been so guilty if I had. Even now I am, and there was nothing I could have done at the point he had shown any symptoms. He did come to me to make him feel better, and I didn't. Now my cat is dead.
But at least I tried. I can't imagine how it'd feel if I hadn't.
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@arkandel I think that was the right call. I had noticed Old Man acting oddly, and while I had an eye on him, I didn't take when I should've.
He old, I thought he was just doing his thing where he just stares at people. He would do that. But when I picked him up, he just so limp. I didn't realized something was truly wrong until he hissed at me. And he had never hissed at me in his entire life.
Should I have taken him sooner? Probably. Would it of saved him? I honestly don't know.
The fact that you tried speaks volumes. You made the right call to take him.
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We had a lovely amazing couple come into the shelter looking to adopt a senior cat. We have one special baby we knew we had to show then called Licorice. She lives in our "feral" (really, just shy cats who will assert their boundaries with people if they aren't respected) because she is so old they want to be able to keep a closer eye on her then she would if she was able to run anywhere in the shelter.
The couple were amazing in the room and Licorice knew they were there for her. She spent the whole time cuddling one or the other of them.
It seemed perfect.
But when we checked their address we found their apartment's pet policy says they can only have 2 cats and they have three, so we had to deny them.
Totally heartbroken for Licorice. It seemed perfect.
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@silverfox I despise the cat limit at my complex. I get why, nobody wants a cat horder in the building... but this apartment is about 1200 square feet and could absolutely host more than two cats comfortably. But... I also tend to adopt senior cats, so I have much empathy.
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@silverfox said in Critters!:
We had a lovely amazing couple come into the shelter looking to adopt a senior cat. We have one special baby we knew we had to show then called Licorice. She lives in our "feral" (really, just shy cats who will assert their boundaries with people if they aren't respected) because she is so old they want to be able to keep a closer eye on her then she would if she was able to run anywhere in the shelter.
The couple were amazing in the room and Licorice knew they were there for her. She spent the whole time cuddling one or the other of them.
It seemed perfect.
But when we checked their address we found their apartment's pet policy says they can only have 2 cats and they have three, so we had to deny them.
Totally heartbroken for Licorice. It seemed perfect.
Pet limits suck. It's why I have to buy a house this January instead of getting a condo or apartment near a dog park. Most, if not all, apartment complexes limit dogs to 50 pounds. I have a lab and a German Shepherd. They are not under 50 pounds by any stretch of the imagination. I'm fortunate in that I have a good job now and will be able to get a house because of a good credit rating, but this nonsense is why many people have to surrender their pets when they move.
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@betternow hard agree. My boy is the biggest sweetheart, but gods forbid he even /look/ like a pit bull (He is an american Staffie, so considered a bully breed). But my therapist will go haaarrrrrrd to make sure I get to have him with me for emotional support. He will write letters any time I need.
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@macha I haaaaaaaate that my favorite breeds are all considered 'dangerous' or 'aggressive'. Rotties, Pits... big, gorgeous dogs. Some of the most friendly dogs. But because people they're 'dangerous'. I still remember this just MASSIVE Rottweiler my neighbor owned some years back. I mean massive. I could have ridden the dog like a damn pony and I'm not sure my feet would have touched the floor. BIG dog. Named Sampson (because of course). Biggest softie in the world. Just a big ol' cuddlebug of a dog. But the number of times people would cross the street and hurriedly usher their children past him while darting fearful glances.... and he would just be lounging! Just laying out in the sun and soaking up the rays. Happy as you could please, Grade A Good Boy. Didn't bark or growl at anyone... poor guy was so maligned.
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@too-old-for-this If it helps, I grew up and spent much of my life in Greece.
For a few years I was walking Daphne there. She was a 20-lb little, super friendly dog. She loved people, too. The number of times I saw mothers literally grabbing their kids to usher them behind their backs when we were going by was astounding - as if she was ever going to just jump at the end of her pink leash and snatch them by the throat or something. Most babies were basically as large as she was.
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@too-old-for-this I think Sampson was related somehow to my boy. His favorite activity is laying in sunbeams, following them around the apartment like a cat.
Small children are some of his favorite people. His whole BODY wags when he gets excited. He will roll and show his belly to most anyone.
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@macha Goodest boi!
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My foster babies go back to the shelter today and I am so sad.
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I could never foster. I'd get too attached and not want to give them up. Don't know how you do it.
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It helps when they love everyone. Because then I know they will be in good hands.
Plus the shelter we work with is utterly fanatical about who they adopt to. (Sometimes too much. ) A single slightly red flag will get someone denied.
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I still want Charley with his gingery floof!
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He already has two applications for him x.x
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@silverfox Floofs are in high demand! Gingery floofs doubly so!
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There is a doggo in my neighborhood. He is a young pittie, probably not even a year old. He has a collar, so he is owned, but I have not seen his people. He's been around for a few days now, looking fed but thin.
He followed me and the old man for awhile today. He's skittish. I've tried to get him to come up to us, but can't get him closer than a few feet away.
I want nothing more in life than to go find this good boy and bring him inside and give him a bath and some food and try to find his people. But I also know that I just don't have the resources for that. I don't even really have the resources for the Old Man, but the death of the family member he was staying with forced that situation.
But god, it's so tearing me up inside that I can't help him. Part of me wants to call a shelter but I don't trust the shelters here, especially with his breed.
Here is hoping he finds his people. Or people in a better position to help him.
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Can you catch and scan for a chip?