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Thhink that the cat is on it's final journey now (it's approx 16 yrs old), but clearly has an issue which I think is kidney related and is now moving like the old lady that I suppose she is. Not showing signs of being seriously distressed yet & will be in the vets shortly, but is a day that was going to come.

Will be saddened (even though I only took her to help out my son who was between houses for a few months - 8 1/2 yrs ago and she's never gone back.)

Won't be allowed to suffer and will go with dignity when the time comes.
 
Our cat Kipper is now 20. She won’t eat very much and has some kidney problems. She loves cat milk though which is keeping her going.
She is very thin now but not in pain, and enjoying what we presume will be her last summer in the garden.
Still follows us around everywhere and is living her best life.
 
Our cat Kipper is now 20. She won’t eat very much and has some kidney problems. She loves cat milk though which is keeping her going.
She is very thin now but not in pain, and enjoying what we presume will be her last summer in the garden.
Still follows us around everywhere and is living her best life.
That's a good old age for a cat. Sadly a couple of years ago, our cat at the time developed kidney issues resulting in her being 'put to sleep'. She was 14 years old.
 
I've got 2 maltaese / poodle crosses. One is fine walking but the other simply won't budge as soon as the harness is put on him. I've tried swapping harnesses over but no joy.

Any ideas?
 
I've got 2 maltaese / poodle crosses. One is fine walking but the other simply won't budge as soon as the harness is put on him. I've tried swapping harnesses over but no joy.

Any ideas?
Put him/her in your back pack?😀
 
I've got 2 maltaese / poodle crosses. One is fine walking but the other simply won't budge as soon as the harness is put on him. I've tried swapping harnesses over but no joy.

Any ideas?

Sorry, just seen this. Can’t really offer any advice but I don’t think it’s that uncommon. Mine is similar-ish, she’s very, very sensitive and will only go in directions she’s absolutely sure about. Turn left at the bottom of the street instead of right for example and she’ll sit down and literally will not move. She’s 8 and I’ve been known to have to carry her like a baby and it’s embarrassing!

I think you can make a rod for your own back and end up being dictated by the dog, but if they’re stubborn it’s a hell of a challenge.

Anyway, she didn’t fancy this direction and carrying a muddy dog didn’t seem like much fun either…

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Those are a couple of spectacular puppers
 
Our only issue with Betty is that she will not sleep past 5:30am. We have tried everything but it seems she just has a smallish bladder. She is desperate to go when she wakes up.
Good job we are both retired! Any ideas?
 
We started the year with 3 cats and 3 chickens but sadly we are now down to 2 cats and 2 chickens :(

On a positive note we will soon be welcoming a new, adopted cat into our home. He's at the rescue centre currently recovering from a road traffic accident that has left him with one eye and a wonky leg but we should be able to have him in a couple of weeks once the vet has seen him again.
 
Been trying to hold it together all day, and am not sure how well I am succeeding. (amendment, after getting halfway through typing this the floodgates opened and I realised I am not!)

We took in our dog from stepdaughter,. Stepdaughter had rescued her from an owner who didn't care, and borderline neglected the poor thing. Stepdaughter had her for 6-7 years, but then with a new job and new child wasn't able to give the dog the care and attention she needed, so we agreed to take her.
She was always exceptionally friendly, and good heavens she'd follow me round all bloody day. I couldn't even go for a crap on my own! She was an american fox terrier, and was no trouble really. Never aggressive, rarely disturbed our sleep or anything.
She loved it here - we've a decent garden and she was out there with me a lot, and loved basking in the sun. We went on a lot of long walks together, and made a fair few friends on the way.

Over the past year or 2, we've watched her start struggling. Her eyes were going, and she'd bump into stuff (even the bloody car!). Her skin was getting very bad, and that must've been horrible for her. We tried everything - different foods, creams, shampoos, the lot. Vets had no clue, initially suspecting something with her digestive system. Her hearing was going. She was clearly getting on, as was getting greyer.

Her personality was changing - she was no longer excited to see us, and started sleeping a lot more. She didn't follow us around anymore. She seemed to be using her sense of smell a lot more too. Apparently, these are signs of dementia in a dog.

We realised her quality of life was worsening every day, and decided to do what we felt was the compassionate thing. To the last minute I was hoping the vet would suggest a simple cure, but actually suggested her health was quite bad.

I've never described myself as an animal/pet person, but fuck me I miss her already. The rational part of me knows the decision was right, but the other part(s) of me doesn't accept that at the moment.
 
So sorry mate - losing our dog several years ago was such a horrible time, and I still miss him loads every day.
 
Our only issue with Betty is that she will not sleep past 5:30am. We have tried everything but it seems she just has a smallish bladder. She is desperate to go when she wakes up.
Good job we are both retired! Any ideas?
Yes.
We own our house so dont have worry about landlords, so we put a medium sized catflap in the back door, which isactually in the Utility room.
What an absolute godsend!!
I got hundreds of brownie points for that idea.
So good an idea was it, that I was tasked with putting one in the lounge door too. So now the little dog (Patterdale Terrier) can come and go as she pleases!
 
Been trying to hold it together all day, and am not sure how well I am succeeding. (amendment, after getting halfway through typing this the floodgates opened and I realised I am not!)

We took in our dog from stepdaughter,. Stepdaughter had rescued her from an owner who didn't care, and borderline neglected the poor thing. Stepdaughter had her for 6-7 years, but then with a new job and new child wasn't able to give the dog the care and attention she needed, so we agreed to take her.
She was always exceptionally friendly, and good heavens she'd follow me round all bloody day. I couldn't even go for a crap on my own! She was an american fox terrier, and was no trouble really. Never aggressive, rarely disturbed our sleep or anything.
She loved it here - we've a decent garden and she was out there with me a lot, and loved basking in the sun. We went on a lot of long walks together, and made a fair few friends on the way.

Over the past year or 2, we've watched her start struggling. Her eyes were going, and she'd bump into stuff (even the bloody car!). Her skin was getting very bad, and that must've been horrible for her. We tried everything - different foods, creams, shampoos, the lot. Vets had no clue, initially suspecting something with her digestive system. Her hearing was going. She was clearly getting on, as was getting greyer.

Her personality was changing - she was no longer excited to see us, and started sleeping a lot more. She didn't follow us around anymore. She seemed to be using her sense of smell a lot more too. Apparently, these are signs of dementia in a dog.

We realised her quality of life was worsening every day, and decided to do what we felt was the compassionate thing. To the last minute I was hoping the vet would suggest a simple cure, but actually suggested her health was quite bad.

I've never described myself as an animal/pet person, but fuck me I miss her already. The rational part of me knows the decision was right, but the other part(s) of me doesn't accept that at the moment.
Sorry to read your sad news, it's always extremely difficult to make that decision. Sounds like she had a happy life with you and enjoyed being with you.
When anything happens to either of my cats I know I'm going to be absolutely gutted so I can only imagine how you are feeling right now. Nothing wrong in letting the floodgates open, it's only natural, they are part of our family after all.
 
Been trying to hold it together all day, and am not sure how well I am succeeding. (amendment, after getting halfway through typing this the floodgates opened and I realised I am not!)

We took in our dog from stepdaughter,. Stepdaughter had rescued her from an owner who didn't care, and borderline neglected the poor thing. Stepdaughter had her for 6-7 years, but then with a new job and new child wasn't able to give the dog the care and attention she needed, so we agreed to take her.
She was always exceptionally friendly, and good heavens she'd follow me round all bloody day. I couldn't even go for a crap on my own! She was an american fox terrier, and was no trouble really. Never aggressive, rarely disturbed our sleep or anything.
She loved it here - we've a decent garden and she was out there with me a lot, and loved basking in the sun. We went on a lot of long walks together, and made a fair few friends on the way.

Over the past year or 2, we've watched her start struggling. Her eyes were going, and she'd bump into stuff (even the bloody car!). Her skin was getting very bad, and that must've been horrible for her. We tried everything - different foods, creams, shampoos, the lot. Vets had no clue, initially suspecting something with her digestive system. Her hearing was going. She was clearly getting on, as was getting greyer.

Her personality was changing - she was no longer excited to see us, and started sleeping a lot more. She didn't follow us around anymore. She seemed to be using her sense of smell a lot more too. Apparently, these are signs of dementia in a dog.

We realised her quality of life was worsening every day, and decided to do what we felt was the compassionate thing. To the last minute I was hoping the vet would suggest a simple cure, but actually suggested her health was quite bad.

I've never described myself as an animal/pet person, but fuck me I miss her already. The rational part of me knows the decision was right, but the other part(s) of me doesn't accept that at the moment.
Condolences mate. Its always horrible when you lose a pet. All you can do is realise you gave them the best life they could have and remember the good times.
 
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