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A Tough Week For WL Pets
After reading Mr. Bloke's heartbreaking thread about his poor pooch, I hesitated to post this, but here goes.
Mrs. C and I are taking our cat O'Brian to the vet this afternoon. He appears to have been bitten on his hind leg, and is limping pretty bad. Also, he's lost a lot of weight over the last few months, so I'm pretty scared to hear if he has other issues. He's getting on in years, so there's probably something going on.
We don't know his exact age; he had been owned previously by a white trash family across the street from us, who also owned dogs, and screamed at each other at all times of day and night. O'Brian decided to take it on the lam, and ended up nearly feral, spending most nights under a neighbor's house. He was fully grown by then, this being about ten years or so ago. He was then very skinny, and we started putting out food for him. He would eat (and still does) anything put in front of him, and spent plenty of time begging for more. He started coming into our house.
A year or so previously, we had two other cats who had lived to ripe old ages, but finally had to be put down because of various fatal illnesses; Mrs. C stated flatly that she didn't want another cat because of the pain she suffered over our previous pets. However, O'Brian, as he came in to eat and catch a few Z's, immediately bonded with her, and started jumping on her lap for naps.
Thankfully, not too long later, our white trash neighbors moved, leaving behind O'Brian's brothers, Murphy and Smokey Joe (we suspect that Murphy was actually O'Brian's son--and they certainly had a Great Santini relationship most of the time.) Anyway, all three of these Irish hooligans adopted us. We took them to the vet, and had them all fixed, and O'Brian was also cured of a nasty case of worms.
Anyway, we'll take O'Brian in for a visit to the same vet. Any good thoughts, prayers and Sew fourth would be appreciated.
Thanks for taking the time to read my tale of woe.
Mrs. C and I are taking our cat O'Brian to the vet this afternoon. He appears to have been bitten on his hind leg, and is limping pretty bad. Also, he's lost a lot of weight over the last few months, so I'm pretty scared to hear if he has other issues. He's getting on in years, so there's probably something going on.
We don't know his exact age; he had been owned previously by a white trash family across the street from us, who also owned dogs, and screamed at each other at all times of day and night. O'Brian decided to take it on the lam, and ended up nearly feral, spending most nights under a neighbor's house. He was fully grown by then, this being about ten years or so ago. He was then very skinny, and we started putting out food for him. He would eat (and still does) anything put in front of him, and spent plenty of time begging for more. He started coming into our house.
A year or so previously, we had two other cats who had lived to ripe old ages, but finally had to be put down because of various fatal illnesses; Mrs. C stated flatly that she didn't want another cat because of the pain she suffered over our previous pets. However, O'Brian, as he came in to eat and catch a few Z's, immediately bonded with her, and started jumping on her lap for naps.
Thankfully, not too long later, our white trash neighbors moved, leaving behind O'Brian's brothers, Murphy and Smokey Joe (we suspect that Murphy was actually O'Brian's son--and they certainly had a Great Santini relationship most of the time.) Anyway, all three of these Irish hooligans adopted us. We took them to the vet, and had them all fixed, and O'Brian was also cured of a nasty case of worms.
Anyway, we'll take O'Brian in for a visit to the same vet. Any good thoughts, prayers and Sew fourth would be appreciated.
Thanks for taking the time to read my tale of woe.
