detroitdad
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relaxing out back.
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detroitdad
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We had company last night. Just beat him up.
Last week, my wife saw a small dog wandering around the yards of our development. When she went outside, the dog was gone. A few hours later, she decided to drive around to look for her. After an hour, as she was driving back home, she saw the dog laying on the side of the road. She picked her up, took her to the vet to get some medication, and we posted EVERYWHERE looking for the owner. After a week, we've heard nothing, so we assume that she must have been dropped off in our neighborhood by an owner who couldn't care for her.
This is Khaleesi. She is about 9 weeks old and we believe she is a Samoyed or American Eskimo
This is Khaleesi. She is about 9 weeks old and we believe she is a Samoyed or American Eskimo
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detroitdad
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Post a standing picture of her. White fluulffy tail that sits on her back? We owned Samoyeds for 30 years. To this day they we're the best dogs I ever owned
Added a crappy picture, but it's the only one I have of her standing.
Awesome pick up, Dan, at well below market 
Not to add negativity to a happy outcome, but wtf is wrong with people who could just dump an animal as if a dog that only exists because of our breeding practices is just naturally suited and able to care for itself in the wild? Scum imo.
Not to add negativity to a happy outcome, but wtf is wrong with people who could just dump an animal as if a dog that only exists because of our breeding practices is just naturally suited and able to care for itself in the wild? Scum imo.
iblonger
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Awesome pick up, Dan, at well below market
Not to add negativity to a happy outcome, but wtf is wrong with people who could just dump an animal as if a dog that only exists because of our breeding practices is just naturally suited and able to care for itself in the wild? Scum imo.
I have always been stunned by how humans can treat animals. The condition of many of the dogs that we rescued makes me lose faith in humanity. When I do a home visit I make it absolutely clear that if for any reason they animal cannot be cared for or is not wanted they are to call me personally or at the very least leave it in my back yard!
detroitdad
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Looks like a Samoyed to me.
You, my wife, 2 vets, @Pokerdweebz and his wife all think she's a small Samoyed. I'm still up in the air because she's not as fluffy as the Sammies that I've seen, but I suppose it doesn't matter. She'll get the same love regardless.
However....she could be a direwolf, in which case I don't know if we can keep her
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detroitdad
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You, my wife, 2 vets, @Pokerdweebz and his wife all this she's a Samoyed. I'm still up in the air because she's not as fluffy as the Sammies that I've seen, but I suppose it doesn't matter. She'll get the same love regardless.
However....she could be a direwolf, in which case I don't know if we can keep her
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She isn't as fluffy. Could be her age, lack of a "diet " ect..... fwiw. Our last samoyed topped out at 40 pounds. Runt of the litter.
detroitdad
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cracks me up the way the sleep in the bed. My other dog who is half his size does the same thing.
detroitdad
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detroitdad
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Since I shared a photo of Lucky with his @links_slayer Links Strong chip (I've used this as my card protector ever since), I wanted to share a sad update. After two years of battling cancer, along with surgeries, chemo and radiation, my wife and I made the heartbreaking decision to euthanize Lucky last night. Though he was such a strong dog and kept us smiling to the very end, he got to a point where his quality of life wasn't what he deserved. We were so fortunate to have had him as a part of our lives for the last 9.5 years.
Our little Lucky man will surely be missed.
Younger Lucky
Lucky being tortured on Halloween
Lucky even got to spend time with the new dog, Khaleesi, who is just as sensitive as he was
One of the last pictures
The last picture
Thanks for reading
Sorry for your loss my friend.
I had to say goodbye to a good friend today.
Here she is 11 years ago, we rescued her when she was 1 yrs old.
This morning on our way to the vets, I think she knew what was going on.
Here she is 11 years ago, we rescued her when she was 1 yrs old.
This morning on our way to the vets, I think she knew what was going on.
My condolences man. She's a beautiful pup.
Forty4
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Sorry P5W... I'm hurting with you man... She was very fortunate to have had you in her life...
i posted the below story on blue when it happened, but thought i'd put it up in this thread, too, since it is a good reminder to me to value the time i have with all my pets even when they're being assholes.
one of our ferals above, blackie, was really quite mischievous as he grew up. he would go on nearly-week-long dalliances and we would worry, but he always came back. then a few years ago, he went almost two weeks without showing up and we thought for sure we'd lost him. we put up flyers, posted on facebook/twitter/etc., put out the word to local feral cat people - the works - but eventually resigned ourselves to the fact that he just might be gone.
then one day, jennifer was walking around (i think actually looking for bruce who had escaped the fence) when she heard what she thought was a cat cry. eventually, she figured out it was coming from the duct work attached to a building near our house. the place is a severely neglected out-of-commission cabinet shop seen from the rear here.
i got on the roof to check it out and sure enough, the duct wasn't grated to keep out animals/children/etc., so i decided to put a line of sheets down to give whatever animal might be stuck a chance to climb out.
then i decided to lower a tin of cat food down so that, if it was blackie trapped down there, he could at least eat if he was too weak to climb.
lowering it down, i looked closer at the inside of the duct and saw scratch marks in the thick dust that coated the inner walls. it was pretty obvious that something had been trying unsuccessfully to climb out.
obviously we couldn't know at this point whether it was blackie or another cat or another animal altogether, but it was really disturbing to think of him trying in vain to get out.
so we went back the next morning and the cat food had been completely cleaned out, but i could tell by the way the sheet laid that nothing had climbed out of the duct. we tried unsuccessfully to get in touch with the owner of the business to get permission to go inside or perhaps to cut (and patch) a small hole at the base of the duct to let out whatever animal was trapped in there.
animal control said they couldn't do anything until the owner was contacted and the cops said they had no more information about the owner than we did (an apparently out-of-date telephone number). after the cops left one animal control guy said that while he didn't have the business owner's contact info, he had known the guy well enough to believe that if we had to get into the duct that the owner would be fine with it so long as we repaired anything that was damaged. however, it was memorial day weekend and none of the local sheet metal guys we would have otherwise called in were available to cut the duct.
so with not too many immediate options, we borrowed an emergency rope ladder from a neighbor and dropped it down the duct.
i got in and climbed down the 10 feet to the bottom and sure enough, there was blackie. he was on the other side of a wood-encased fan and it was basically impossible to reach through and grab him safely. he was completely freaked out after having spent almost two weeks in this hellhole and she he wouldn't let me grab him. i had my neighbor up top throw the sheets down the duct so i could wrap them around him and pull him out of the fan against his will.
of course, he didn't know what the hell was going on, so he clawed and bit me like a motherfucker and got me pretty good. i had scratches all over my arms and legs (he got loose a couple times before i was finally successful in wrapping him up) and he also bit down good and hard on my right index finger. one of his canines went all the way in and i felt it hit bone. ouch!
i was bleeding pretty bad, but we got him out of the duct. my neighbor grabbed him swaddled in sheet and tried to hold him down, but he escaped his sheet prison.
he wrangled free and then escaped the roof as well. i took a trip to the ER to get a tetanus shot and some antibiotics. the PA said the wound would ordinarily take a few stitches, but that they don't close up bite wounds. he wrapped it up, gave me my shots and antibiotics, and sent me on my way. when we got back home, we found blackie back in his normal spot in the yard acting like nothing had happened.
he was dusty as hell from the duct, but not much worse for the wear initially. i was glad that he wasn't hesitant with us even after we have put him through the trauma of the duct rescue.
he must have been totally exhausted from the stress of being trapped, though, because for the next week he did basically nothing, but lay in the garden and puke up dust and eat and drink. we eventually got him to the vet (i think we had a home visit, actually, iirc) and they said he was totally healthy.
i think the whole ordeal did have some lasting effects, though. he doesn't stray far from the house any longer and he's a bit more reticent with people. i honestly think he has a little feline PTSD. but i'm just glad he's still in the land of the living. we eventually immortalized him in an 8X10 painting (done by elizabeth fraser)
I hate to continue the bad news in an otherwise uplifting thread, but after much thought and consultation with our vet, Jennifer and I decided to let Blackie go. He has feline leukemia and lymphoma.
Dealing with ferals is very different from dealing with housecats. We weren't able to reliably provide treatment because we had no way of knowing when he would be home to snatch up. It was a challenge even administering oral treatments when those were necessary for other illnesses. On top of that, trips to the vet are extremely traumatic for him. Imagine living in the wild with no restrictions and then randomly plopped into a carrier to be prodded by humans and then dumped back in the yard a couple hours later.
So when we are able to get a hold of him this week, we will be taking him in to be put down. He was home last night, but it was in the evening after the vet had closed, so I just sat with him and petted him for a long time knowing it would be the last time we would be able to hang out.
With Blackie gone, we'll be down to two of the four sibling ferals we started with 6 years ago, another having been hit by a car several years ago. We knew pretty much nothing about ferals when these guys came around, so we didn't know the drastic difference in life expectancy or else we would have captured them immediately and tried to get them adopted. Even still, I'm sure it seems insane to some, but I'm really glad they got to spend their lives with each other. So few cats get to live their whole lives with their siblings.
A few photos of the siblings through the years:
Sorry for your losses, Dan, Steve, and Jack. It's always sad when the inevitable comes, but usually best for the furry friend. Hang onto the good time memories.
One of nature's worst decisions is to have dogs and cats live <20 years while humans typically squander 80.
One of nature's worst decisions is to have dogs and cats live <20 years while humans typically squander 80.
Thanks, Dave. I have no qualms about our decision whatsoever. It was very clear that it was time for Blackie. We took him last night and he went peacefully.
I read Cat Sense and Dog Sense a few years ago and I heard the author, John Bradshaw, speak about end of life issues surrounding pet ownership. Very interesting and helpful for anyone at all troubled by the decisions we're required to make at those times.
A few more photos of Blackie I saw as I paged through my files the last couple of days:
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pokerplayingpisces
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Sorry for your losses; Dan, Steve, and Jack. Pets become a part of our family, and our daily lives. It really stings when you have to let them go.
I'm not a pet person at all. Only one dog (a white boxer named Whiskey, now unfortunately dead) has been allowed to enter my car. None to my home.
But now, my new girlfriend has a Miniature Pinscher and I have allowed it to enter my apartment and even to my car...
Sheesh....where does this go...anyway I like this one:
But now, my new girlfriend has a Miniature Pinscher and I have allowed it to enter my apartment and even to my car...
Sheesh....where does this go...anyway I like this one:
Thanks Jack. Indeed she is. They both are [emoji6].Congrats on the new relationship, Pug! And the girlfriend as wellGreat looking dog.
Oh, I didn't mention I hate hair [emoji23]
Mental Nomad
Full House
He was clearly loved... so sorry for your loss, and for having to make the decision.
Sorry for the loss... glad you're able to be at peace with the timing. That can sometimes haunt pet-lovers, afterwards.
Man, what a run of bad news. So sorry for everyone's pain.
I've been there before, and I'll be there again.
Thanks, all, for sharing.
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