June 3rd 2013 12:24 pm
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We had Charlie put to sleep today at around 11. He was very sick - everything hurt, even the most delicate touches. The only place he still enjoyed getting petted was the top of his head. His veins were collapsing and he was literally wasting away in front of my eyes. My mom, my sister, and I were all with Charlie until the very end, petting him and letting him know how loved he was.
My mom and I buried Charlie in our backyard. We also buried the ashes of one of our bassets, Hanky Panky, along with Charlie. Charlie will never be alone. Hank was about the same color as Charlie, except he also had white fur. We plan on planting lots of orange and apricot colored flowers, so when we look there, we'll always remember Charlie and Hank. I'll be able to see the spot when I am out in the backyard swimming and tanning, which will remind me of where I really fell in love with Charlie, by the pool at the apartment complex in Austin.
Thank you very much for the nice comments and gifts that everyone has left Charlie. There have been a lot of comments saying Charlie was lucky to find us. I think that's true, but I think we were even more lucky to find Charlie. He helped remind everyone of what is really important - a dry comfortable place to sleep, some yummy food, fresh water, and most importantly, love. I hope I gave him just half of what he gave me.
Everyone is very sad here. Charlie will be very missed.
June 3rd 2013 12:51 am
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So I know I said I were tired, and I am. But I got one last thing I gotta tell y'all.
For years, I'd been living da wild life of an outside dude. I'd been living at da partment complex, killin lotsa rats. And da were plenty of rats, believe me, one even ran over my momma's foot. Sorry momma, guess dat one got past me. And going back to da big ol estate behind da complex and killin birdies. Nothin like bird guts. Anyways, I were getting older and all dat wild livin were getting to be hard on my bones. So I figured I better start lookin for a momma.
And I didn't want just any momma. I wanted a pretty young blonde trophy momma. Dat are da kind of momma dat can make an old guy settle down for good. And I sees one bringin me kitty food. And not just any kitty food, her sister's cat's Fancy Feast. So not only were dis one pretty, she had da good food too.
Some of y'all may be wondering how an old guy like me got a pretty blonde trophy momma. Well, da keys to it are persistence and flattery. Not insulting and acting rude like some guys think. I would hear my momma's loud Mustang going vroom vroom in da parking lot den da loud honk from it lockin den da loud jingle jangle from her million and one keychains. So I'd come runnin like a dog. Yeah, it are a little degradin. But it are all part of da plan. I'd go sit with my momma when she were out by da pool tannin. Even though she didn't have no food. It showed her I really cared and valued her for something other than da Fancy Feast.
But make sure to let da potential momma know dat dere are other potential mommas around too. Maybe don't come round for a couple days. Make her worry a little.
And work da pity angle. Get caught out it in da rain outside her door and cry. Cry loud.
And once you get in, act like you are so shocked. Make her feel special. Act like you's never seen a bed before. If you don't get up on da furniture yourself, not only do your pretty momma help you up (which also makes your back feel better), but you get cat treats for being up on it too.
Den when you decide to counter surf, your momma thinks it are cute you is being so bold, not annoying.
Anyways, things was going good with my momma, but den she moved back home with her family. OMC, three more people, another dog, and two more cats??? Da momma's sister - I remembered she gave me food some too, so she were ok. And dat grandma, she are ok, once I figured out she were not gonna eat my head. She were just kissin it. She made bacon too - yum yum!! And dat grandpa with his music, he and I spent lots of time listening to jazz. Which are nice, because while my momma got some good musical tastes - I like da exotica and da Willie Nelson, she are also a big Britney Spears fan. And dat music are more Maurice's speed. Da downfalls of pretty young mommas.
And da dogs - well I learned dogs can be nice. Dey would chase off Maurice when he wanted to play and my back were hurting.
And da other kitties - well Maurice are kinda a big goofball, but he are nice. And Jezebel, she are pretty nice too, even if she did try to steal my foods too much.
So I's had a pretty good last year with my momma, it were nice. But I's tired now and she understands dat. And dis weekend I gots four people doting on me and it were pretty nice.
Dat are my story, and it are special to me. So kitties, go love your mommas or daddies. Dey are all pretty special.
June 2nd 2013 6:20 pm
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I's really tired. I been sleeping all day today, which are a lot better dan yesterday when I just couldn't sleep at all. I's been drinking my water, but dat's about it. I just so tired.
Momma says I's getting to go to sleep for good tomorrow, and I think dat sounds pretty nice to me.
Thanks to all my pals for da POTPs and good thoughts. I loves y'all big time.