Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
PetSmart 25th Anniversary Sweeps & Instant Win Game!
Friday, June 15, 2012
I'm Starting Not to Enjoy Fridays... :(
There's been a tomcat running around here for some time. A few weeks ago we saw him out during the day which was very strange. I managed to find him later that night and discovered why--he'd been attacked by a dog.
I managed to catch him for the night and fed and watered him. Got one picture and posted it on a local Facebook page for people to post lost and found pets. The poor boy was in pain, but all things compared he was relatively sweet.
He got loose the next day and I really hoped that he would be going back to his home, which at that time we believed was the neighbors house. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Until two days ago, I thought he was dead. It made me sad, to think that if he hadn't gotten away from me I maybe could have done more to help him. That's when he reappeared around the house again.
Wednesday, I found him in the cornfield but I could not catch him. There was another tomcat (that is the neighbor's cat) attacking him. I scared it off before it hurt him, but he hobbled off.
If nothing else, he seemed to be doing better than before. He was applying pressure to his back leg that had bite wounds the last time I had seen him. He was still limping pretty badly, but it wasn't hanging limp like before. It gave me hope that he would survive.
I found him in the van yesterday. He had jumped in on his own and I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting him to come to me on his own before I put him in a carrier and gave him food and water. He was a sweetie, purring and nuzzling me. He'd talk if spoken to. His leg was muddy, but he cleaned it off and the top of his toes that he had been walking/dragging was raw and down to tendons. It looked bad and I knew he needed help.
We finally got to leave this afternoon and headed to the humane society down the road. I was hoping he was micro-chipped, but he was not. There were no pets that fit his description lost. They took him to the back and came back to tell me he was very sick and would have to be put down.
It was devastating.
Sure, it wasn't my cat, but have you ever lost a beloved pet? The mere thought of him belonging to someone out there that loved him and lost him hurts.
I didn't want him to be alone. They told me he was already in isolation and had to be kept away from other cats and, since I had been around him, I couldn't be let through the room because I could infect the other animals.
Yes, it sucks. He was suffering, I know, but I wanted to know if there was anything I could do. Would a vet be able to help him more? Possibly, but he would probably not survive his wound or the severe upper respiratory infection he had, and they would probably advise putting him down as well.
I cried. Sure, it's not my cat and I told them that, but I've lost a cat before and if anything had happened to him like that I wouldn't want him to be taken to a shelter and put down. But, what if there wasn't any other choice? Would you ever find them?
I keep thinking it's some sort of double standard. If I rushed a homeless person I didn't know that was injuries to the ER, they'd help him until they couldn't help him anymore. He could be someone's loved one, but you wouldn't know if he never woke up and was able to say.
This is why people carry identification and pets shouldn't just wear collars that can be lost, but be micro-chipped as well! They don't have the ability to tell someone, "Hey, I'm lost and my owner is John Doe and lives in Smallville. Can you tell him where I am?" like people do.
Surely, a lot of my problem is that it's been one week since Rose was hit. I didn't realize that until after we got home. I just wanted to help him and wasn't thinking about much else. They told me I did the right thing, but I just wish it had a better outcome.
I managed to catch him for the night and fed and watered him. Got one picture and posted it on a local Facebook page for people to post lost and found pets. The poor boy was in pain, but all things compared he was relatively sweet.
He got loose the next day and I really hoped that he would be going back to his home, which at that time we believed was the neighbors house. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Until two days ago, I thought he was dead. It made me sad, to think that if he hadn't gotten away from me I maybe could have done more to help him. That's when he reappeared around the house again.
Wednesday, I found him in the cornfield but I could not catch him. There was another tomcat (that is the neighbor's cat) attacking him. I scared it off before it hurt him, but he hobbled off.
If nothing else, he seemed to be doing better than before. He was applying pressure to his back leg that had bite wounds the last time I had seen him. He was still limping pretty badly, but it wasn't hanging limp like before. It gave me hope that he would survive.
I found him in the van yesterday. He had jumped in on his own and I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting him to come to me on his own before I put him in a carrier and gave him food and water. He was a sweetie, purring and nuzzling me. He'd talk if spoken to. His leg was muddy, but he cleaned it off and the top of his toes that he had been walking/dragging was raw and down to tendons. It looked bad and I knew he needed help.
We finally got to leave this afternoon and headed to the humane society down the road. I was hoping he was micro-chipped, but he was not. There were no pets that fit his description lost. They took him to the back and came back to tell me he was very sick and would have to be put down.
It was devastating.
Sure, it wasn't my cat, but have you ever lost a beloved pet? The mere thought of him belonging to someone out there that loved him and lost him hurts.
I didn't want him to be alone. They told me he was already in isolation and had to be kept away from other cats and, since I had been around him, I couldn't be let through the room because I could infect the other animals.
Yes, it sucks. He was suffering, I know, but I wanted to know if there was anything I could do. Would a vet be able to help him more? Possibly, but he would probably not survive his wound or the severe upper respiratory infection he had, and they would probably advise putting him down as well.
I cried. Sure, it's not my cat and I told them that, but I've lost a cat before and if anything had happened to him like that I wouldn't want him to be taken to a shelter and put down. But, what if there wasn't any other choice? Would you ever find them?
I keep thinking it's some sort of double standard. If I rushed a homeless person I didn't know that was injuries to the ER, they'd help him until they couldn't help him anymore. He could be someone's loved one, but you wouldn't know if he never woke up and was able to say.
This is why people carry identification and pets shouldn't just wear collars that can be lost, but be micro-chipped as well! They don't have the ability to tell someone, "Hey, I'm lost and my owner is John Doe and lives in Smallville. Can you tell him where I am?" like people do.
Surely, a lot of my problem is that it's been one week since Rose was hit. I didn't realize that until after we got home. I just wanted to help him and wasn't thinking about much else. They told me I did the right thing, but I just wish it had a better outcome.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Kitten Glop Recipe
Since Rose passed away, we've been pretty busy taking care of her four kittens. There were a lot of problems and all weekend we thought only one may pull through.
Now though, they are all eating on their own and doing wonderfully! It was a learning experience though, as everything from freezing to overheating and dehydration and low blood sugar were all issues we faced.
Because of this, I spent a lot of time online researching and figuring out what they needed to eat to get them healthy. I tried a lot of different things and recipes, but this is what I came up with that worked.
• 1 cup whole goats milk
• 1 cup of unflavored pedialyte
• 1 packet of Knox unflavored gelatine
• 1 Beechnut stage 1 homestyle meat (beef, chicken, or turkey) baby food
• 1 egg yolk (no whites!)
• 2 teaspoons of light Kyro syrup
• 2 teaspoons of real mayonnaise
• 2 teaspoons of plain yogurt (not nonfat)
Mix everything together in a bowl. If you don't want to spend the time heating the pedialyte and milk for the gelatin, I've never had an issue with it solidifying.
Do be sure it's mixed incredibly well otherwise the heavier parts will sink to the bottom. I'd use a quality or blender!
It will need to set for a couple of hours before it's a good gel consistency. At that point, you can just scoop out however much you need and microwave it for about 30 seconds. If it didn't melt, stir it up and trying again in increments of 5 to 10 seconds.
Be sure that it isn't too hot before serving! If you can put a drop on the inside of your wrist and it hurts, it's too warm so allow it to cool before letting them eat.
Since our kittens have gotten better, I've started adding high quality kitten food to this mixture. You can do the same by adding enough, before putting it in the refrigerator, to cover the top of the container. This will make a crust when you scoop it out, but once warmed it's pretty mushy and easy to eat.
You can use other baby food, but be sure that it has only natural ingredients and absolutely no onions! Beechnut's that I mentioned only has the meat and broth.
Even though this smells horrible, it certainly got our kittens to eat! And speaking of, I need to go feed them!
Friday, June 08, 2012
RIP Rosey...
She was out hunting today (she has been quite a lot since her kittens are older and about to be weaned) and was hit and killed by a car.
Stop the ticker at 2 years, 3 weeks, & four days.
Izy keeps talking about how much Rosey loves her babies. And she does still, of that I am certain. It's just, we have to take care of them for her now. :*(
Let me note that the person who hit her did not stop, has had the police called on him on several occasions, and almost hit my husband a number of times while he was attempting to back out of the driveway. That little bastard is going to pay for this, believe me.
Thursday, June 07, 2012
"Let Your Geek Flag Fly"
...Is what my husband said when it came to naming the lovely dog we were given a few days ago. ;)
His name is Skeets*.
He's part Jack/Parson Russel Terrier and Beagle. Loves the kids, terrified of cats. Doesn't really play. Skittish as all hell. (The lady that was taking care of him before rescued him from a shelter, but wherever he was before he was abused and beaten--his ribs were broken.)
*Hint: Booster Gold**.
**Look it up.
His name is Skeets*.
He's part Jack/Parson Russel Terrier and Beagle. Loves the kids, terrified of cats. Doesn't really play. Skittish as all hell. (The lady that was taking care of him before rescued him from a shelter, but wherever he was before he was abused and beaten--his ribs were broken.)
*Hint: Booster Gold**.
**Look it up.
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
:*(
He was fine when we left to go to the store yesterday evening. When my husband found him later that night, he was lying on his side with his eyes open and he was already gone. There was nothing wrong with him that anyone knew about, he was still a kitten, but it appears he had some sort of hidden condition that no one ever caught until it was too late.
We have the worst luck with cats that adore our children and vise-versa. The last one was another indoor cat that bolted out the door and was struck by a car. Before that, we had a special needs kitty that died during a seizure. My grandmother's sixteen-year-old cat passed away this summer due to infection and he was like a brother to me since I grew up with him.
Though we still have one cat, she is a stray snowshoe that we found while looking for our boy when he disappeared earlier this year. She has a neurological condition and I'm concerned that she may not make it out of kittenhood. If she does, I still don't expect her to live a long life, but hopefully not a painful one.
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