LA Weight Loss - For my Animal Lovin Friends
05-10-2007, 10:22 PM
I got this from a friend today and it speaks for itself!! Enjoy
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish
Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and
their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they
Were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family
we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the
euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be
good for four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as
though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family
surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last
time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few
minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to
accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about
the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane,
Who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next
Stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a life --
like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?"
The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that,
So they don't have to stay as long."
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the
rest to God.
I wonder ....
If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY
05-10-2007, 11:40 PM
Ok Dammit... You made me tear up with that... curse you...
Reminds me of my boy Max.. He went before his time. He was an amazing dog for the short time we knew him...
Thanks for sharing that...
05-11-2007, 12:22 AM
Thanks Joni, that was wonderful.
05-11-2007, 05:32 AM
Well That broke my English reserve, I feel quite tearful! I am now going to take my mad working cocker spaniel out for a run and stop sitting reading this site!
05-11-2007, 06:57 AM
Oh joni, .... tears all over the place! got to go hug my Pugs now..........
05-11-2007, 09:40 AM
05-11-2007, 10:18 AM
Crying at work again...ugghhhh! But thank you...it was a beautiful story...sniff, sniff
05-11-2007, 10:49 AM
Thanks Joni - My secretary just had to put her 12 YO furbaby down yesterday.... I've been trying to find something to send her. This is it.
My maltese is going to be 13 next week.... that hit a little close to home for me.
05-11-2007, 11:04 AM
**sniff sniff** Today is so dark! A girl that works with me was sent home from work last week, 23 weeks into her pregnancy for bed rest. She had to have emergency C section last night and the baby only lived an hour. Boo hoo!! Can we talk something positive?? I am bawling over here!!
Any good WI's today?
05-11-2007, 01:06 PM
That was sweet Joni...:hug:
I feel the same way about my beautiful blue-eyed Himalyan kitty...She makes me smile everyday...she has a soul...I know it!!:)
05-11-2007, 01:09 PM
Thanks Joni :) XOXO
05-11-2007, 01:40 PM
Joni--now I can't wait to get home to my babies!! And I'll have to put Boo back in my avatar. I am printing this and putting it on the fridge--such a great way to live!!
Okay--now a funny for Friday.
A Dog's Diary
6:00am - At last! I Go Pee! My favorite thing!
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 pm - They're home! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre
little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.
I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. *******s!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously ******ed. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
05-11-2007, 03:03 PM
OMG Lea Ann - hysterical!
slim n trim
05-11-2007, 03:54 PM
to cute Lea Ann...... I love it.
I am a dog fan, and have an adorable little ****su Maltese Cross. She is just like one of the kids.
The great thing about dogs - they are always happy to see you - they dont care if you had a bad day, or what else is going on. As far as they are concerned - we are perfect.
05-11-2007, 03:59 PM
Lea Ann - How did you get my cat's diary? Did I mention we nicknamed him Satan?
05-11-2007, 05:29 PM
very funny Shannon...are you serious, Satan??
Karen - funny that the system blocked out the name of your dog....think about it...silly name for a dog...we'll have to call him a crapzu for sake of the board.
Lea Ann - thanks for cheering everyone up.
slim n trim
05-11-2007, 06:00 PM
Hey Joni - I hadn't even noticed that. Never gave it a thought when typing it.
Actually my dogs name is Chloe
05-11-2007, 07:59 PM
I had to share--the cat diary is one of the funniest e-mails I have ever received--tears were rolling!! My cat lived to be 14.5 and was famous for her go to **** looks
05-11-2007, 08:47 PM
Hehe, crapzu. Too funny!
That was great Lea Ann. I emailed to my mom. She has a cat who fits into this category nicely.
slim n trim
05-11-2007, 09:53 PM
yea, whoever thought up such a ridiculous name for a dog anyway.
05-11-2007, 11:18 PM
There was a story in the Denver paper a couple of days ago about a black cat named Satan (I swear to God!) The cat disappeared and had been gone for a couple of weeks at least when the family was sure they would never see it again. So, they sent their 9 yr. old niece to their downstairs apt. where their hard of hearing cousin lived to collect Satan's cat box, food etc. for their cat Heaven (again, I am not making this up). The little girl came running back up the stairs yelling that Satan was in the wall! Turns out that a couple of weeks before, the plumber had been in making some repairs to the shower and had cut a small hole in the wall and left. When he returned, he patched the hole not realizing that the kitty had sqeezed through the hole. So, Satan was stuck behind the wall crying for weeks. So, they cut a bigger hole and pulled him out. He lost eight lbs. and they think he survived by lapping up some water from a minor leak. I guess miracles even happen for cats named Satan.
Pretty crazy, huh?
05-12-2007, 01:39 AM
Wow, Libby, that is something. Poor Satan! He was probably too mean to die!
05-12-2007, 09:04 AM
OK, the cat diary is creepy as I had just finished reading that post when my email lit up telling me I had new mail.....So I check and it is a message from one of my close friends at work and the guy who sits next to her came to work with 3 broken toes he sustained that afternoon from tripping over his cat as it winded its way through his legs as he started down 3 stairs!!!! (This is no joke either!!!)
So, maybe the cats ARE onto something??????
Have a great day everybody!!!
05-12-2007, 09:58 AM
^^ I believe that they are secretly plotting to take over the world.
slim n trim
05-12-2007, 11:01 AM
Got this email - I had to share
Mother's Day Story (not my story)
"Why my lips stayed chapped on Mother's Day"
So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently
Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on
him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years
old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves
chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then
losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep
my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he
needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around
and try to get ready for church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my
little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess
and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor
me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I
am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round
the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my
chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes
and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their
little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't
seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it
was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds
us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little
will always be that day when you realize they've been using your
chapstick on the cat's butt.
05-12-2007, 11:58 AM
Love the cat's diary!! I once had a cat that was nicknamed Satan (his real name was Brewster), as well. He could be pretty mean when he was a kitten (he once jumped on my HEAD with all claws out and made me bleed), but he mellowed with age. I loved him despite it all somehow. :-)
Karen - LOL! I received the same email. I guess I better not share my chapstick with my girls, since we have a cat!!
05-14-2007, 02:54 PM
I found a T-shirt the other day that said "My Heart belongs to my dog" My DD was with me and said MOM that would be funny if it wasnt so true! She tells everybody that will listen that she was moms "Babygirl" Until the dog came home. I say HI babygirl! and her reply is, hey mom, even though I know you werent talking to me! LOL