Discussion in 'Funny / Meme' started by general eclect, May 19, 2013.
Tis the season...
It's kinda rare that I have a cat picture when it's Caturday... about 1/7th of the time, in fact...
I can sympathize...
I just want to talk about my precious little girl, Joy Noelle (who is sleeping on my legs right now). I found her when she was ≈5 weeks old; that was on November 22, 2004. She weighed 1.5 pounds. Before bringing her into my house, I tucked her inside my shirt, holding her close to my heart. I knew that my two Great Danes, Freddie Mercury and his sister Queen, would be waiting for me at the front door--with a combined weight of 360 pounds. So I walked in and they immediately zoned in on whatever was inside my shirt. Is it a new toy? Look, when we nudge it, it moves!
I went to my den--the only room "the kids" weren't allowed in--and sat down. Freddie--despite house rules--ambled right in. I told him to leave, then I pulled the tiny kitten out of my shirt for my first good look at her(?). Oh my goodness...love at first sight.
It was late now, almost midnight, so we gathered various things for her first night, which would be spent in the front bathroom, door closed, so neither the kids nor any of my other cats would bother her. I found a 6" square gold box, filled with excelsior, that would do for a bed, then I snapped her first photos:
The kids quickly took her under their wings, and she grew up thinking she was a Great Dane.
My favorite pictures of her are when she was still little:
She turned 14 in October. At her checkup in June, my vet ran every conceivable lab work and declared her healthy. She had to have dental surgery, though, and I was so worried about the general anesthesia. My vet--who knows me well, and gets me--answered all my questions as I grilled him on the phone: "Will YOU be with her at all times? Who's going to monitor her vital signs? Will she be kept warm during surgery?" and lots more. I love my vet.
Joy came through with flying colors.
She still does her lifelong morning exercise routine--RACING through the house.
Here are some more recent pics:
Her favorite color is pink, hence the pink collar and tag.
I adore her.
By the way, when I first had her, I was pondering what to name her. I don't like run-of-the-mill pet names, and after having so many pets it's hard coming up with something good. For days, I kept telling everyone who asked about her, "she's such a joy to have around!" and I'd tell her, "you're such a joy to have around!' One day it hit me: that's her name! And since we were near the holidays I added Noelle: Joy Noelle. She's totally lived up to her name.
That pic of your Great Dane next to your kitty is awesome. Such a mammoth dog protecting something so fragile
Thank you. That's my beautiful Freddie, who was my constant companion--literally, as he went to work with me every day. He loved Joy Noelle and could often be found bathing her--with a couple of sweeps of his giant tongue.
Did you notice the pic where Freddie (182 pounds) is looking down at Joy? Enlarge it for a better look at the size of his head compared to her tiny body (2 pounds). That was on her 3rd or 4th day with us.
Yes I did! Some dogs just know when to be protective and when to be aggressive. Again, awesome pic
I wasn't sure which pic you were referring to.
Great Danes are rightfully called "gentle giants"--they're sweet, gentle, wonderful, BIG dogs, but they'll protect their family when need be. And, of course, that includes their feline siblings.
ah, I should have clarified. I was referring to the pic of Freddie sitting next to Joy Noelle
Do you have a pic of Queen? How old are they? (Freddy and Queen)
Tons! I must have a million photos of my pets.
This is one of my favorites of Queenie; we were in my backyard in Dallas:
Freddie and Queenie in their wading pool:
The Fredster, sound asleep on HIS oversized chair:
Unfortunately, they're both at Rainbow Bridge now.
They died on consecutive days (October 16 and 17) three years apart; Queenie died first. I was inconsolable when my Freddie died. It may sound ridiculous [to some], but he was much more like a child to me than a dog...
oh man I know the feeling my friend.. Had to put down a few doggies of my own. It's so sad as they don't know what is going on
I get choked up even at those commercials I see about neglected pets...the ASPCA ones.
Oh gosh...it's so hard. I hold and pet and comfort my pets when that happens, so they depart for Rainbow Bridge with my love for them the last thing they're aware of.
I knew for months that the time to make "that decision" was looming for Freddie. We'd been treating him with Adequan injections and other meds for severe arthritis. I'd even been taking him to physical therapy, including hydrotherapy, in the hope of buying a little more time. (He'd been increasingly unable to get up prior to starting PT; we saw tremendous improvement, so I was hopeful.) At what turned out to be our last PT session, as he was walking in the hydrotherapy tank, with me positioned at his head, I told him how beautiful he looked that day and what a good boy he was. We had (still have) a whole collection of bandanas, and he always wore one when we went out. That day, after he'd been dried, I put his collar and bandana back on and we went home. I fed him dinner at his usual time, and I was surprised that he left a little in his bowl. Since he could no longer climb up on my bed, I'd made a cushioned area for him on the floor in my room. For some reason, we didn't take off his bandana as was normal; he wanted to keep it on.
We went to bed... I woke up WAY early in the morning, and it's hard to explain, but--before I sat up or saw him--there was this weird silence in the room...and I knew he was dead. I jumped out of bed and said, "Freddie?! Freddie?!" but nothing. I got down on the floor and stroked him--his ears were still warm, so he must have died JUST before I woke up. He spared me having to make that awful decision... He was still wearing his bandana.
Me too--so much so that I've been a monthly supporter of the ASPCA for many years.
awww, I'm sorry, I really am. Sad story, getting choked up just reading that
I didn't read through all the posts here, but did you get another doggie?
@cathycat555 I'll be showing how to make your images work Sunday when I go back to work.
Thanks. I just edited the post, adding what I forgot to say about his bandana.
I had been ill for a long time, but couldn't get a diagnosis; shortly after my beautiful Freddie died, I finally did: a brain tumor. Its surgery left me debilitated for over a year. I would have been unable to care for a dog. It's almost like the Fredster knew...somehow...what was coming. Sorry, it's hard to put the feeling into words.
Since then I was struck down by another illness, sepsis, which had me hospitalized for six months, and I'm still mostly bed-bound.
So, no, I don't--and won't--have any more dogs, which is heartbreaking for me. I've adopted/rescued cats and dogs for 40+ years. I'm content with my four cats, especially my favorite, Joy Noelle.
I do, however, have a dog in the house! But she's my live-in helper's. She's a rescue, some mashup of breeds, about 40 pounds, sweet as can be. Long story how she ended up here, but at 12 years old this will be her last move.