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Regular readers of this blog will know about Monty, the brown Staffordshire terrier who liked to lie down with his legs spread out all over the pavement in front of the hairdresser near my sisters place.
I am sad to report that Monty passed away last week. I was shocked when I saw the flowers and photos on the very spot where he used to lie. I had only seen him a few weeks ago and I couldnt believe he was no longer here. I had been in a hurry so I didnt stop to say hello to him, something I now regret. What does a few minutes make when you are no longer going to see your friend again? Occupied with these thoughts, I had to find out more. I went inside the hairdressers and asked for Montys owner.
I was relieved to hear that Monty hadnt died of unnatural causes; my first fear was he had been hit by a car. Montys owner told me he had been sick for a while and on Friday, he died in his sleep.
It was the best way for him to go, said the owner.
I passed on my condolences and said how sorry I was.
We might get another one soon. Lets hope so after Montys family have had time to recover.
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They say that when a cat lies on its back and exposes its belly to you that it is either telling you it trusts you or it is preparing itself for a five-pronged attack. That could easily apply to Butterscotch.
When he does this, he looks so sweet and innocent and you cant help but want to touch him, even though people with extensive feline experience like my ex-neighbour would know that he could be getting ready for an attack. The first time this happened, I reached down to stroke his belly and ended up with all four paws on me. Once Butterscotch had gotten hold of me, he then launched his teeth onto my fingers. Ouch. Luckily for me, my ex-neighbour had told me what to do in this situation: I said Gentle! in a stern tone of voice before I slowly lifted each paw off me with my other hand. Once all paws were removed, simply getting my hand out of his mouth was easy.
The reason why I am lingering on this incident is that a few nights ago, Gingersnap lay on his back. I reached out to stroke his tummy but I didnt know what to expect. Would he also grab me like his feline friend? No. He simply lay there all the time, letting me stroke him. Now thats trust.
Coming home one spring afternoon, I spotted the Grouchy Tuxedo Cat. As usual, I could not turn down the chance to spend some time with a feline.
The GTC was standing behind the fence that surrounds her building. As soon as she saw me, she let out a soft mew and came through the fence right to where I was standing. She looked up at me and I reached down and stroked her head. She kept mewing at me and walking back and forth. She was obviously trying to tell me something but what?
I looked at her food and water bowls. The food bowl was full but the water bowl was empty and dry. Did she want some water? For once in my life I wish I had some water with me. Was she hungry? I moved the food bowl to where she was now standing but she took one look in the bowl and wasnt interested. Maybe she wanted some fresh Whiskas. I poured some out for her (her owner always left a box outside the building) but she didnt want them. It must have been water she was looking for. As I had no water with me, I gave up and continued home. In hindsight, I should have come back to give her some water.
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Comment by Queenie
on R.I.P. Dippy
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Quirky Queenie
I know how you feel. When my pet ducks died, the first thing my father did was to get some replacement ducks. My sister and I didn't want replacement ducks; we just wanted our first pair to come back. That was over twenty years ago and we still feel the same way.