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YODA 2001-????
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BOB 2003-2010 |
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MOCHA Born 5/09 Missing Since 7/8/10 |
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If you are one of those that classify people into categories of either a Cat Person or a Dog Person then you would probably put me in the Dog column. I put myself in the Dog category myself. I drive a pickup, wear jeans and drink coffee all morning and beer at night. Sounds like a “Dog Person” to me? Apparently here on planet earth, no matter what or who you are, you take what life gives you and make the most of it. Here are a few of deliveries into my life that you might find surprising and entertaining.
Yoda (The Queen)
Yoda was given to me years ago by a friend that found her abandoned at a construction site barely a week old. Yoda is a real pain in the butt. Most of the time she is rather unsocial able but that is only when everyone around is happy and healthy. When I don’t feel good she knows and comes to sit with me as I writhe in agony. Maybe she enjoys seeing me in pain? Yoda was handed to me in a shoe box and the young lady that gave her to me ask me if I could help her. My instincts told me that if I didn’t take this critter someplace and clean it up, give it some nourishment and a dab of care it would die within a few days. I didn’t wake up that morning thinking I needed to go shopping for a pet. All I wanted to do that day was get my work done and play golf with my friends that afternoon. Life had other plans for me that day so later that evening I’m feeding a 2 ounce, 4 legged razor blade baby formula. That was 10 years ago!
Bob (My Buddy)
When I arrived home one day in 2003 there was a present waiting for me on the front porch. There was no logical reason to explain why a sick, hungry and lonely black kitten was there but he was. That day was also my birthday and so I suppose it was just meant to be. His name eventually became Bob. All that Bob wanted to do that evening was live to see another day. Bob had one eye that was oozing muck from the tear duct, he had fluid in his lungs and he would propel droplets of blood when he coughed. I gave him some food and water and a spot to lay down. When I sat down in my chair Bob had no interest in the spot I created for him, he wanted to lay on my legs and forget about the rest of the world and so that is how it was for the rest of his life.
When Bob was a tiny kitten he never fully developed one lung. As he got older his good lung began to retain fluid. When this was first discovered the vet drew out the fluid and Bob felt much better. About 8 months later the fluid needed to be drained again. Then it needed draining again in 6 months, then 3 months later I noticed Bob was struggling again to get a full breath. Bob passed away in his travel cage while on the way to the vet. He cried out in fear staring me in the eye and there was nothing I could do but drive as fast, yet safe as possible. Bob trusted me but died thinking I didn’t care. I hope he has forgiven me and understands now. I buried Bob under a pink Flamingo as a marker wrapped in a pair of jeans he loved.
Noobie
After dark one evening as I was turning onto my street my headlights scanned the curb across from me and I noticed a grey ball of fur next to the curb. After driving by and rational thought worked through my head I realized it to be a cat. The more I thought about it I just had to walk back from the house to see if it really was a cat. When I approached the cat it ran away of course. The next night the same thing, same spot, same cat. This time I took some food and placed it in the spot the cat ran from. For the next 3 nights I didn’t even drive by, I had a piece of something with me each evening and I dropped it off on the way by. On the 3rd evening after the drop off I went home and parked and as I was getting ready to go in the house I noticed the grey ball of fur run under my truck. One word came immediately to mind, newbie. And so her name became Noobie and Noobie by day lived under a bush next to the house and at night Noobie climbed up on the left rear tire of my truck.
When Noobie came to what she thought was “The End” at the curb a block away it wasn’t because she wanted to be there, it was because that was the spot where she gave up hope.
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TWEET 2010-???? |
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Noobie ????-2008 |