Oh, I’m so sorry about Jubal David. It’s so hard when we lose a family member and best friend. I doubt Jubal is pissed at you. Don’t beat yourself up. You gave him a wonderful life. I think many of us look back and wish we had done something different or better, but he knew you loved him. I just lost one of my cats too. She was the feral…
Oh, I’m so sorry about Jubal David. It’s so hard when we lose a family member and best friend. I doubt Jubal is pissed at you. Don’t beat yourself up. You gave him a wonderful life. I think many of us look back and wish we had done something different or better, but he knew you loved him. I just lost one of my cats too. She was the feral kitty that showed up 6 years ago and started my cat explosion. Her name was Pat and I could never get her tame enough to come in the house. She and one of her daughters, Mama Bear slept in the garage and hung out together all of the time. I found Pat in the garage the other day and she was in terrible pain and tried to walk but could only drag her behind. I took her to the vet and she had a crushed pelvis. He said she must have been hit by a car. It was not operable and he didn’t think it would heal well with confinement. She had some other injuries too, and was in so much pain, I decided to let her go peacefully across the rainbow bridge. Of course then I started thinking I should have tried harder over the years to get her to come into the house. But she just wouldn’t do it. Now Mama Bear is a basket case without her mother and best friend. The good thing is now Mama Bear has started coming in the house. So, maybe I can save her from the cars. Sorry, I meant to extend my heart to you and Jubal and I’ve gone on about my cat. Take care David and I’m sure Jubal will appear in your dreams. One more thing, I feel a connection to David Holzman’s dog too because her name is Natalie. That was my dear Husky’s name who died several years ago after 14 wonderful years with her. ❤️❤️
I went through that over at our other house, which was on a busy street. In 2010, I went out to get the paper, and Charlie the Lord of the Garden as lying on the porch with blood on him. He cried out in pain when I tried to pick him up. I called the vet (they weren't open yet) and the vet I worked with picked up. He told me to come in immediately. Charlie had a fractured pelvis. Operating on it would be more than we could do. But he was an "old fashioned" vet (way too bad he and his partner sold the practice to @#$##@@! VCA) and we worked out a way to do it at home. We got enough pain meds to knock Charlie out for six weeks, confined him in a cat bed in the writing office, and six weeks later he was healed. He also became an indoor-only cat (he had been in-and-out), no matter how much he complained, and lived another 12 years.
Was not so lucky with Teddi, the mama cat to most of the Fabulous Jamieson Felines. Managed to catch her and get her fixed after Molly's litter in 2013, and in 2014, she finally trusted me enough to start sitting on my lap, then letting me pet her, and after three months I thought I could bring her in. Got everything prepared to do it the next morning, only she didn't show up for breakfast. Finally, later that day, when I pulled out of the driveway to go to the store, I found her body, lying in the street gutter; she's been killed by a car. She did finally come inside (her ashes are with the others). It wasn't what I hoped for.
as usual, Karen, you knew the exact right thing to say. I'm serious...that quality (at THIS distance, at any rate) seems to define you.
I know on almost every level that I'm beating myself up needlessly, but with the animals you live with, you wanna be PERFECT. I was too close to Jubal to think I was EVER doing anything he needed done especially well, let alone perfectly. I think I had a sort of fantasy that I could help him die perfectly, but even that proved to be impossible. my four other dogs really did have unforced deaths that were planned and dignified and, therefore, not as hard to handle. or maybe it's just that I'm getting old (increasingly, the explanation for everything).
but really, Karen...thanks so much. bottomless gratitude.
Oh, I’m so sorry about Jubal David. It’s so hard when we lose a family member and best friend. I doubt Jubal is pissed at you. Don’t beat yourself up. You gave him a wonderful life. I think many of us look back and wish we had done something different or better, but he knew you loved him. I just lost one of my cats too. She was the feral kitty that showed up 6 years ago and started my cat explosion. Her name was Pat and I could never get her tame enough to come in the house. She and one of her daughters, Mama Bear slept in the garage and hung out together all of the time. I found Pat in the garage the other day and she was in terrible pain and tried to walk but could only drag her behind. I took her to the vet and she had a crushed pelvis. He said she must have been hit by a car. It was not operable and he didn’t think it would heal well with confinement. She had some other injuries too, and was in so much pain, I decided to let her go peacefully across the rainbow bridge. Of course then I started thinking I should have tried harder over the years to get her to come into the house. But she just wouldn’t do it. Now Mama Bear is a basket case without her mother and best friend. The good thing is now Mama Bear has started coming in the house. So, maybe I can save her from the cars. Sorry, I meant to extend my heart to you and Jubal and I’ve gone on about my cat. Take care David and I’m sure Jubal will appear in your dreams. One more thing, I feel a connection to David Holzman’s dog too because her name is Natalie. That was my dear Husky’s name who died several years ago after 14 wonderful years with her. ❤️❤️
I went through that over at our other house, which was on a busy street. In 2010, I went out to get the paper, and Charlie the Lord of the Garden as lying on the porch with blood on him. He cried out in pain when I tried to pick him up. I called the vet (they weren't open yet) and the vet I worked with picked up. He told me to come in immediately. Charlie had a fractured pelvis. Operating on it would be more than we could do. But he was an "old fashioned" vet (way too bad he and his partner sold the practice to @#$##@@! VCA) and we worked out a way to do it at home. We got enough pain meds to knock Charlie out for six weeks, confined him in a cat bed in the writing office, and six weeks later he was healed. He also became an indoor-only cat (he had been in-and-out), no matter how much he complained, and lived another 12 years.
Was not so lucky with Teddi, the mama cat to most of the Fabulous Jamieson Felines. Managed to catch her and get her fixed after Molly's litter in 2013, and in 2014, she finally trusted me enough to start sitting on my lap, then letting me pet her, and after three months I thought I could bring her in. Got everything prepared to do it the next morning, only she didn't show up for breakfast. Finally, later that day, when I pulled out of the driveway to go to the store, I found her body, lying in the street gutter; she's been killed by a car. She did finally come inside (her ashes are with the others). It wasn't what I hoped for.
I’m glad Charlie’s confinement was successful and so sorry about Teddi.
as usual, Karen, you knew the exact right thing to say. I'm serious...that quality (at THIS distance, at any rate) seems to define you.
I know on almost every level that I'm beating myself up needlessly, but with the animals you live with, you wanna be PERFECT. I was too close to Jubal to think I was EVER doing anything he needed done especially well, let alone perfectly. I think I had a sort of fantasy that I could help him die perfectly, but even that proved to be impossible. my four other dogs really did have unforced deaths that were planned and dignified and, therefore, not as hard to handle. or maybe it's just that I'm getting old (increasingly, the explanation for everything).
but really, Karen...thanks so much. bottomless gratitude.