Post Your Pet

Cutlery said:

Doesn't have to be that way. And I wholeheartedly encourage everyone not to.

Clear out some space in the fridge and feed real meat, bones and organs and see the difference. No tumors, no bad breath, no fucked up teeth, no teeth brushing, amazingly soft coat, and happier dogs.

Been feeding my dogs raw for 15 years now, and my sister about 12. Will never do anything else. Once you realize those dry brown rocks are just McDonalds for your dog, you can't go back.

Click to expand...

How is your sister handling the raw diet? Seems a little risky for a human.

Burren said:

Koushirou You doing OK this week?

Click to expand...

It's sucked. While I've had pets before over the years, this is the first one that I've actually had to live daily with the loss. Furlough passed at a time when my whole family happened to be back together (I was in college, brother was living in his own place now, parents were both overseas, Furlough stayed with my uncle at my parents' house), so once he was gone I was back in college and didn't have to notice him not being there every day. Chase and Ziva both lived with my parents after I got my first job out of college and moved away, so same thing there.

With Sansa, every little thing is a reminder: I'd always have to wait to close the office when going to bed because she loved sleeping in there and wouldn't leave on her own until she heard the bedtime treats come out. Having to have her own little treat session in another room because Arya will steal them otherwise. Going to sleep, shortly after I'd get into bed, she'd hop up and check on me and lick my face before curling up next to me. Only making one bowl for breakfast and dinner, now. After breakfast she'd wait by the office door for me to open it and then bound up onto the window sills as I opened the blinds for the day. Sometimes I'll just shake the can of whipped cream, hoping she'd come sauntering into the kitchen to yell at me for some. She fucking loved whipped cream and knew the sound instantly. While I'd be at my desk, she'd be sleeping in my old chair and every now and then would stretch out and I'd just see these cute little paws or maybe even her face peek out from behind the chair; sometimes I think I still see them out of the corner of my eye.

This fucking sucks and certainly hasn't helped my already deteriorating mood. This was supposed to be a better year than last year. In just over half a year, I've gone from a family of 5 to a family of 2. Seems every time I start to make some progress, something new just comes and sets me back even more. She should have gotten to enjoy so much more life. Fuck.

Rhanyn said:

Koushirou not sure where you are at in the states, but if you are anywhere near SW MO, I’ve got a porch kitten you could adopt, if you are ready for that sort of thing. We’ve been calling him Domino because of the spots on his back.

Click to expand...

Nowhere near there, unfortunately. I do still have some strays I've been feeding on the porch, though they're very skittish and probably not going to be caught. The one tortie people in the neighborhood have been trying to catch for a couple years with no luck. She appears to have just had a pair of kittens, though, two little adorable gray tabbies. Last night, she brought one of them up on the porch I guess to show them where the food bowl was that I have out for them. That's about all I can really handle for now, though, I think.

Avatar of Nyx said:

One of our goober cats likes to bite a blanket when he makes biscuits, which he does with his back legs instead of his front, it's so weird. He's such a doofus that its impossible to not take pictures of him when he does it. My phone made a collage of them.

View attachment 631444

Click to expand...

One of our dogs still has her "favorite blankee". She will pull it around the patio, and if she does something she gets chastised for she'll go grab it, bunch it up between her front paws, and suck on it like a pacifier... I'll see about grabbing pics next time she does.

If I leave an article of clothing somewhere (socks, shirt, sweatpants, etc.) and then leave the room, my male cat will drag it up onto my recliner or computer chair, all while yowling his head off. Then he'll just leave it there instead of laying on it or making biscuits on it like he does with everything else. He's even done it with some jeans but they are a little heavy for him and he usually ends up half-assing it.

Speaking of making biscuits, I have two cat beds on my bed that they can lay in, and when I first got them, when it was time for bed, he would go stand in one and make fucking biscuits for like 15 minutes straight, purring and getting this glazed look on his eyes the entire time. I actively try to keep him from clawing up everything else in the place, so I purposely let him do it as long as he wants somewhere like that so he gets used to it, but holy fuck, sometimes trying to go to sleep and all you hear is the claws popping out of the fabric over and over is maddening. It would be fine for a minute or two, but it was fucking forever. Thankfully he seems to have grown out of that and now only does it for a short time.