Early Morning Open Thread: Farewell, Nash


From commentor Neil in Rochester, MN:

I had my 17 1/2-year-old kitty put down today. I’m just numb right now, which allows me to even do this. But I must thank the commenters who shared with me last night.
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I’ve always been a cat person. I certainly like dogs, but cats, with their character and presence (I call it “cattitude” and “catmosphere”) are just more my speed.
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Growing up in the 70s my family had a couple of cats. And, like most cats of the time, they were outdoor kitties, and they lived hard and died young. I loved those two cats, but I’ve since concluded that it’s different when you’re a kid. Once you grow up and actually have to actively care for and be responsible for an animal, the love goes up another level.
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I went to college (intermittently) and business school (indifferently), and joined the working poor and moved around through the years. I wanted to get a cat for myself, but it was more than a decade post-high school before I felt I was in a living arrangement suited for one. Finally, in the spring of 1994, I was ready. I’d just moved into a nice, old, very cat-friendly apartment complex. My roommate at the time was good with it. And, as it happened, my workplace was not 20 feet from an animal shelter. You could literally walk out the front door, turn left and be inside after about 15 steps. So one day I did that.
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I think we’ve actually come quite a ways, even in the past 15-20 years, as far as how we treat animals and what we know (science-wise) about caring for them. (Good to know that America has progressed in at least this one area.) I mention this because this shelter I visited, I have no idea if it was a no-kill shelter. I’m not sure no-kill shelters even existed in any significant number back then. So I just told myself that I was about to see a bunch of really cute kitties, most of which wouldn’t make it out of there. But mine would.
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All the cats were sufficiently nice, and they generally displayed that survival reflex that makes them particularly adorable in such sad circumstances. I wanted to take them all, but I was only getting one, and there really wasn’t anything that made me want to take one over the others. I looked closely at one or two, but I still wasn’t certain.
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Finally, I noticed the one cat who wasn’t making himself adorable. He just kept to himself in the back of his cage, uncertain, maybe even a bit fearful of getting noticed. He may well have been a feral someone picked up. Still he was tabby-ish, and mostly dark. I’d heard people gravitate towards lighter-colored cats. With his appearance and timid demeanor, I suddenly saw myself as this cat’s one chance to ever leave that shelter. So that’s how “this cat” became Nash, my kitty for 17 1/2 years.
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I could tell you 100 things about Nash, but I’ve taken enough of your time. I’ll just say that for most of his life, it was just him and me. And yet, when others met him, how ever briefly, they genuinely felt affection for him. It was easy to like Nash. Easier to love him. He was just the best cat ever.
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Dog Bleg, Memphis Area: Elliot


A while back, commentor Dee Loralei asked me to put up a bleg:

I’m in desperate need of someone to rescue a great Border Collie, a three year old female, her name is Elliot and she’s a super terrific dog who needs a new loving home. She keeps picking fights with a female pit bull she lives with and she keeps losing those fights. Tonight for at least the third time in the last year she has picked a fight and has had to go to the ER Vets to get stitches…
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We’re in Memphis, and I’d be willing to drive say 700 miles to deliver this dog to a good, loving home. Can anyone here help? She’s a super dog… And she’s smart as a whip, mostly trained and mostly mellow. But she picks fights with the other female dog in her pack. She needs to be an only dog, or at least an only female.

Elliot’s still looking for a home that will appreciate her, and after yet another ER visit, she’s up on Craigslist:

I have sweet 3 year old border collie mix, female, spayed, up to date on shots. I rescued her when she was a puppy. She needs someone that can handle her energetic strong willed self. She has become more dog aggressive and food aggressive. She barks and gets excited easily outside but inside she is calm unless another dog is around. I want her to go to a home that someone can help her. She probably needs to be an only pet or on a farm with lots of room to run. She is okay with my cat until she comes near her food. I will screen all applicants. I want her to go to someone that knows what they are doing I will check vet references and home life. She needs so much time and training but she is worth it. No re-homing fee just a forever home please.

For the sake of non-dog-experienced eavedroppers, I will add: Elliot’s “issues” are just what you’d expect from a smart, strong-willed female dog with memories of being a rescue puppy. She wants things to be done correctly, she’s possessive about valuable resources like food and attention, and she’s not gonna take any lip from another alpha bitch just because she’s outweighed and outgunned. In a home where she can get the exercise & attention she craves, Elliot could end up as a star performer.

Please contact me at AnneLaurie@verizon.net, or click on my name near the top of the right-hand column, if you want Dee’s email.








Early Morning Open Thread: Abby


From commentor A Mom Anon:

I really did NOT want a puppy. I studiously avoided the puppy room at the county shelter, hoping to find a senior doggie I could give a few good final years to. My husband and I had been to a few shelters and adoption events at PetSmart, but no one really connected with us, or vice versa. So,one afternoon in Jan 2010 we were at our county’s kill shelter and I had almost settled on an older Golden. Until my husband saw HER. I had missed her, she was huddled into the darkest corner of a kennel for a big dog in the adult dog section. I had unknowingly walked by her several times, at first glance the kennel looked empty. Hubby said,”honey,come and see this”, and there she was. Scared and trembling, covered in her own poo and mangy, kennel full of diarrhea. God she stunk so bad I nearly gagged. She was so afraid that I had to go into the kennel to get her, and when I picked her up she peed everywhere. But that face, OMG, there was just no way I couldn’t give her a chance. She was nothing but legs and ears(and that hasn’t changed either, lol). The vet would later estimate her age at around 3 months, she was almost 40 percent underweight.
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I could not adopt her right away, she had been dumped at the shelter that day and there’s a 10 day wait for new arrivals. I held her in the shelter’s quiet room until they made me leave. She was skinny, you could see all her bones, on closer inspection she also had fleas. I didn’t care, I had fallen in love. When I first picked her up, once she stopped trembling, she laid her head on my shoulder let out a sigh and fell asleep. Seriously. This dog was mine. By the time I walked out the door of the shelter that first day, I had named her Abby.
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Cat Bleg – Minneapolis Area


From commentor Edith:

I’m hoping you could post these photos of Louie. He started coming around in the spring. Of course we called all of the no-kill shelters, and of course, everybody is full. I’ve tried asking around to see if anyone is looking for a cat. I even offered him to our contractor, but no dice. We live in a neighborhood with a lot of strays, and we’ve had a few heart-breakers where the cat disappeared or died right as we were lining up a home. We normally we just leave food out and refuse to get attached because of this. Louie has ignored our efforts at keeping a distance, and he has clearly decided that we’re his rescuers. I often see him sitting on the brick fascia with his nose pressed against the window, looking longingly into the house. The problem is that we already have two, and one is quite elderly. There’s just no way we can take him, and he so clearly wants to have a home. I’m hoping a Balloon-Juicer in MN is willing to take him.
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He’s very friendly; earlier in the summer he would sometimes get too excited if someone pet him too long, and he’d sometimes get a little nippy. This has disappeared with my husband, who spends more time with him than I do, and he’s getting better with me too. I’m pretty confident that once you take him home and give him time to feel safe, the behavior would go away entirely. I think he’d be o.k. with other cats, since we have one indoor/outdoor cat and he never bothers or hisses at her. I don’t know about dogs or kids since I’ve never seen him with either. He’s a pretty low-key guy though, so my guess is he’d be fine. We really like him, and we think he’d be a fantastic pet for someone.
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He isn’t neutered. My husband and I are willing to take him to the vet, and pay for his neuter, initial work-up, and first vaccinations. We thought about taking him in to get a check-up so we could give a health status, but we’re afraid of traumatizing him to the point we wouldn’t be able to catch him again. He seems healthy enough, although a little rough around the edges. We’re also willing to deliver him within about a one hour radius of N. Mpls.

If you have a potential home for this good-looking (blue!) guy, email me at AnneLaurie@verizon.net — or click on my name near the top of the right-hand column — and I’ll link you up.








Open Thread

Screw it. I would start drinking if it was time yet, but it’s not, so here is a pic of the dog.

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Bonus pic! Meet Nala. Nala is an intemperate, noisy little pain in the ass and Max has the good sense to keep twenty feet away whenever she has the preciousss her blue ball. But she is pretty cute, so I took some pics of her. With a long lens. Enjoy.

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