Oh Lort!! That's cute now!
Just wait until you have a full grown retriever sitting on your head! 
Just wait until you have a full grown retriever sitting on your head! 
That’s what my wife said!Oh Lort!! That's cute now!
Fat ******* is in my lap. Snoop WANTS in my lap. Lol The ensuing "battle" was hysterical! That damned cat literally has NO fear of Snoop. At ALL. I honestly believe my cats think they are every bit as big and strong as the dogs are. And Snoop doesn't know they aren't either. Goofy-ass critters! 
OMG guys!! I know SOMEBODY is gonna see it eventually ... Lol Welcome to life at my house ... (There was a time when I would have deleted this pic, but now I'm old enough I can see the humor! Life in the fast lane, guys! 
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That damned cat literally has NO fear of Snoop. At ALL. I honestly believe my cats think they are every bit as big and strong as the dogs are. And Snoop doesn't know they aren't either. Goofy-ass critters!
OMG guys!! I know SOMEBODY is gonna see it eventually ... Lol Welcome to life at my house ... (There was a time when I would have deleted this pic, but now I'm old enough I can see the humor! Life in the fast lane, guys! )
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I found this little guy across the street from my house 2 weeks ago. He was skin and bones. Took him to a vet that thought he had worms so we treated him and the followup test result showed he was clear.
He always layed in his little cave unless there was food or to go to the litter box and even then he moved very slow for a kitten they estimated to be about a month old. This week I decided to take him to another vet in Shawnee because he didn't seem to "go" regularly and was so lethargic. They did an xray and determined he had fluid in his chest and adbomen. At first they said he might have a punctured lung. (He did have a small mostly healed scab on his side). They wanted to hospitalize him on oxygen or euthanize him. I took him home and he was wheezing faintly when breathing after they poked around on his abdomen. Then next morning I took him back to the same vet and instead of admitting him for oxygen treatment they said he likely has wet FIP due to fluid accumulation and a potbelly stomach. They said he was suffering after watching his labored breathing and the FIP was basically fatal and euthanizing was best. I've never had to decide a pets fate before so I concented. After some research I realized there is a drug available now that could have saved him. I don't know why vets don't want to mention treatments for this disease. I mistook his fighting to live as suffering and failed him. I'm an idiot.
I'm sorry Gizmo.
He always layed in his little cave unless there was food or to go to the litter box and even then he moved very slow for a kitten they estimated to be about a month old. This week I decided to take him to another vet in Shawnee because he didn't seem to "go" regularly and was so lethargic. They did an xray and determined he had fluid in his chest and adbomen. At first they said he might have a punctured lung. (He did have a small mostly healed scab on his side). They wanted to hospitalize him on oxygen or euthanize him. I took him home and he was wheezing faintly when breathing after they poked around on his abdomen. Then next morning I took him back to the same vet and instead of admitting him for oxygen treatment they said he likely has wet FIP due to fluid accumulation and a potbelly stomach. They said he was suffering after watching his labored breathing and the FIP was basically fatal and euthanizing was best. I've never had to decide a pets fate before so I concented. After some research I realized there is a drug available now that could have saved him. I don't know why vets don't want to mention treatments for this disease. I mistook his fighting to live as suffering and failed him. I'm an idiot.
I'm sorry Gizmo.
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You know what?? You gave him the best month or so of his life. He died warm, fed and knowing he was loved. We should all be so lucky.
Hindsight is always 20/20, and what you did by taking Gizmo in speaks volumes to me about what kind of person you are. No matter the outcome, I applaud you for your effort.
You may or may not remember that I started out with 4 Baby Gatos a couple years ago and ended up losing two, and I’ve second guessed myself repeatedly as to whether I could’ve done something else to save them. Sometimes, it just is what it is.
Well folks I have made Monkey a birthing bed.....now we'll see if she takes to it before the big day. Double lid ice chest, 3 bales of hay on concrete and a nice tin roof....damn cat.
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Ivy got to ride in the truck like a big girl today, and she did really well. She might still need a crate for long trips.
She is growing into a BEAUTIFUL dog!
Doesn't look like she misses that crate at all.
