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Post by lois on Jan 29, 2011 16:09:59 GMT -6
My girlfriend sent me this and I just had to share it with everyone here. Maybe all of you have seen it before, this was my first to ever see a bird play with a cat.. Caring, Caring, Caring..
Lois
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Post by lois on Jan 29, 2011 16:10:40 GMT -6
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Post by casper on Jan 29, 2011 18:03:14 GMT -6
That was amazing! I have lived on a farm all my life and I have never seen a cat and a bird play with each other. Not without one of them getting ate up. ;D
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Post by skywalker on Jan 29, 2011 19:41:00 GMT -6
That was very cool! This just goes to show that the world can get along if we let it. I remember a long time ago we had a dog and a cat that were friends like that. We got both of them just after they had been born so they grew up together. They always looked out for one another. If we would go out and feed the dog he would always wait to make sure the cat got fed also before he would start eating. Not only was he man's best friend but he was cat's best friend too.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2011 20:27:48 GMT -6
That's cool Lois, thanks for sharing. I love crows
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Post by lois on Jan 29, 2011 20:52:23 GMT -6
We had a poodle and from about 5 week old our cat would wash him with his tonque. Our poodle finally about 4 months old, started to sit up on his hind legs along side the cat and take his paws and rub one at a time over his eyes. would lick his paw and wipe. When the cat stopped cleaning himself, our poodle did he same. The dog name was Conjac and the Cat was Piere. We must of like french names..
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Post by paulette on Jan 30, 2011 0:11:00 GMT -6
We had a German Sheppard cross that started off as my husband's dog and eventually realized he had to take care of all of us (we had two children soon after I met him). He was about 5 when I brought home a tiny abandoned kitten that had been found on an empty beach - Mamma cat must have been abandoned by boat people or jumped in and made it to the beach. We called him Gary Shadow cat (it was an abandoned Indian owned island and it sounded like a good Indian name.)
The dog wanted to kill him. I'd walk around the corner and find Pisces with the kitten completely in his mouth. I knew what came next because I once saw him kill a cat - the same hold and then a quick upward toss.
NO! Put the cat down!
He'd slink out of the room.
But the kitten was Mamma hungry and would snuggle up to him when he was asleep. Pisces would wake up sniffing and then indignantly leap up knocking the cat away.
Time went by and he didn't kill it and it grew to be a tom cat and capable of giving it back trouble, they seemed to have a truce. They would be in the same room - but not close together.
Years later, Pisces fell down the steps (he was about 12 or 13) and developed a rapidly growing cancer in his leg and also lungs. He had been a good dog - never bit the kids or anyone else. Never hurt the cat. With heavy heart I authorized the good-bye shot. The last thing I said was - "Get the birds Pisces!" (he loved to chase seagulls) and his ears came up and then he was gone. The vet had to let me out the back door - to not freak out the people in the waiting room. I was wailing.
We went home. The cat greeted us and then went to every room yowling and obviously looking for him. For awhile I believe his spirit was with us. I had used to call him to "guard the bathroom door" when I was in the bathtub. I'd call and he'd heave himself off the couch and come lie across the door jam. My first bath after he was gone - I heard his toe nails clicking on the lino and the thump of him settling in his place. He took his family duties seriously.
The cat stopped eating. It didn't seem ill but when I picked him up he was all winter fur and not much else. I called the vet who gently asked if he was in pain.
"No...he purrs when I pet him. He just has stopped eating and drinking."
The vet said I could bring him in but he was probably peacefully dying. He was about 12 by then. He might have gotten parvo or something. I made a comfortable bed for him in the bathroom. I picked him up and he was purring and relaxed in my lap. An hour later he was dead. I personally think when his long time dog friend died he packed it in.
I heard Pisces for about 6 weeks and then the sensation of his presence and sounds faded away. I can't say that I sensed the cat about although another cat later (who was my son's cat) I heard purring on his bed after it had been run over that day and we buried it in the front yard. It had always slept at the foot of his bed.
I don't even believe necessarily for afterlife for people much less dogs and cats but this is what happened in our home.
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Post by Morgan Sierra on Jan 30, 2011 0:46:22 GMT -6
Many people have reported hearing the familiar sounds of their pets after they had died. Whether they were real sounds, the spirits of the animals or just wishful thinking is unknown, but they do report hearing them. It's sad that you lost both of your furry friends at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2011 4:21:57 GMT -6
Paulette, that is soooo sad!
~hugs~
You have such a kind heart to take in the kitten from the beach. This statement you made alone shows your true colors as a warm and caring human being...
My uncle also took in a stray kitten. She belonged to some drug addicts who lived next door to him in his apartment building and she had been terribly neglected. My uncle, being the eccentric fellow that he was (it runs in the family btw...) took it upon himself to name her "Pussy".
When he told me that I laughed and said that was hilarious. He smiled and said, "Yea, it's weird! All the women I tell that to laugh and say it's cute, and all the men get offended. You would think it would be the other way around, wouldn't you?"
My uncle passed away near Christmas seven years ago. We found out because it was his birthday and he was not answering his phone and would not open the door when my grandfather went to visit him on his birthday. My grandfather had the landlord let him in with his key... along with a State Trooper of course. He was deceased on his futon. The medical examiner said he had had a stroke and passed quietly in his sleep.
Dad took my mother and I to the apartment building and went into the apartment, then dad came out with poor little Pussy who was highly distressed. Apparently she had been trapped in the apartment for at least two days without food or water with my uncle's corpse. My father handed her to me and I tried to hold her still in my lap in the back seat of the truck and she kept squirming around and meowing... very distressed. Poor thing.
We took her to a local pet charity organization called "Pet Pride". There, they do not euthanize the animals they are given. The man there said she would most likely find a new home soon since it was so close to Christmas time... of course she would get a new name... lol...
My father printed in my uncle's obituary: "In lieu of flowers, please make donations to Pet Pride in his name."
My uncle would have wanted it that way...
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Post by bobbisnow on Jan 30, 2011 18:40:55 GMT -6
Unless you experience it for yourselves, you'll never understand that pets DO come back to us after they die, when they have been very loved and made to feel a part of your family. Not every pet does, but many of ours have come at least once to say goodbye; a few of the others show up on special occasions, such as Christmas Eve when the fire place is burning, the Christmas lights are twinkling, and there's catnip in the air...
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Post by skywalker on Jan 30, 2011 20:01:29 GMT -6
Many pet owners report that their pets do come back after they die. They hear familiar sounds that they made, or sense their presence nearby. I recall a story about a woman who's dog died and later came back and saved her life. Her house caught on fire while she was asleep and the only reason she woke up in time to get out is because she could hear her dog barking. The poor animal had been dead for almost a year. I guess this means that even as ghosts dogs are still man's (and woman's) best friend. Thanks for posting, bobbisnow. I'm glad you decided to join us here.
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Post by casper on Jan 31, 2011 17:43:59 GMT -6
My grandpa had an old hound dog named Old Blue that he loved more than anything in the world, especially after garndma died. He would take that old dog everywhere. he lived way up in a shack in the hills and they would go out hunting or fishing everyday. Some time they would just walk. One day Old Blue died and grandpa was never the same. We would go visit him and he wouldn't hardly say a word. He jsut sat outside the house and stared off at the distance. If he ever did go any where he would always call for Old Blue, like he was still alive. About a year later Grandpa died and when we were all at the funeral the preacher giving the uelogy (how do you spell uelogy?) mentioned how much garndpa loved his old hound dog and right when he said that we all heard this dog start howling off in the distance. It sounded just like Old Blue! I think it was the ghost of Old Blue saying goodbye.
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Post by paulette on Feb 1, 2011 11:44:50 GMT -6
I'd like to think that if Old Blue was saying goodbye it was to the hills and hunting and fishing (in his life as Old Blue). If Blue stayed with your grandpa after the dog was dead he sure as heck wouldn't have left his side once he was spirit too. (IMO).
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2011 14:08:44 GMT -6
That's a beautiful story Casper. "Eulogy" is the proper spelling... I admit it. I had to look it up myself.
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Post by skywalker on Feb 1, 2011 19:20:50 GMT -6
I'd like to think that if Old Blue was saying goodbye it was to the hills and hunting and fishing (in his life as Old Blue). If Blue stayed with your grandpa after the dog was dead he sure as heck wouldn't have left his side once he was spirit too. (IMO). That's a good point, Paulette. Instead of goodbye, maybe Ol' Blue was saying hello.
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Post by skywalker on Mar 16, 2011 21:05:42 GMT -6
I just saw this video on facebook. It's another one of those amazing animal stories.
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Post by lois on Mar 16, 2011 21:10:14 GMT -6
The animal mind is so amazing, people should stop and think
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Post by skywalker on Mar 16, 2011 21:15:33 GMT -6
I doubt that many people would have been brave enough to do that.
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Post by auntym on Mar 16, 2011 21:19:25 GMT -6
OMG....that is amazing.....
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2011 21:55:03 GMT -6
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Post by casper on Mar 17, 2011 8:09:08 GMT -6
Dogs are really smart. they do amazing things all of the time but nobody gives them credit for it. If a person did either of those things he would be called a hero, but when a dog does them people say it is just a dog.
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