I am so sorry about Wolfie. It’s got me tearing up a bit…
You really did all you could for him.
Take care,
=^…^=
You can console yourself with the thought that you made his last few weeks as comfortable as possible, and he had people who cared for him nearby when he left.
Good for you!
Thank you, everyone. It helps.
Wolfie’s box is now tucked away up in the barn (where he liked to hide with his mama when he was a wee kitten), until we can give him a proper burial.
Meanwhile, the sheriff’s deputy who spoke to us told us that the dog-at-large citation is $186, and offenders usually do wise up after a few of those. (I still have my doubts . . .) It’s just so stupid . . . for $186 you could set up a pretty nice kennel. Or they could just shut the dogs in their attached two-car garage!! :smack: :mad: So now we give the area around the Bumpus house the stinkeye every time we drive past, looking for those damned dogs on the loose.
And while we were talking to the officer, Mr. S mentioned that he had noticed some unusual dog poop in the yard that he didn’t think belonged to ours. That lit a bulb over my head, because I had noticed them too – but since we trade off dog-walking duties, I just sort of assumed that one of ours had had a “bad day” when he was out with them. After that we took inventory and sure enough, once you were thinking “different dog” it was pretty obvious. (Supervise your dog every time you walk it, and you get a pretty good idea what its poops look like.)
So now the fuckers are shitting in our yard too!! Right up by the house!!! :mad::mad::mad:
I hate to say it, but I couldn’t help thinking that back in January, if we’d just told the pound guy, “Nope, we don’t have any idea whose dogs those are,” we might still have our cats. No good deed goes unpunished . . .
In other news, Mr. S has started talking about getting another bird. :eek: We have a cockatiel (Oliver) that’s at least 18 years old (lifespan for cockatiels is 15-25); we had another cockatiel for several years, and we’ve also had a lovebird and a parakeet. The cockatiel turned out to aggravate Mr. S’s dust allergy, but over the years I guess he’s gotten used to it. And Oliver has some really cool songs; we’ll miss him when he’s gone. So now Mr. S is thinking maybe another cockatiel or a couple of parakeets (much less dusty). I’m indifferent, but I would enjoy a new bird if we got one.
Good thing we’re firm on keeping the dog population around here at 2, or I’d be worried about him thinking “puppy”! :eek: (Though I did enjoy petting a hot, velvety puppy belly at Petco today.)
In an earlier post, I mentioned that Wolfie’s brother (Grimmy) had been missing for a couple of weeks before Wolfie turned up injured. This was very unusual for him, as Grimmy hung pretty close to the house and we saw him pretty much every day. After he’d been missing a couple of weeks, we pretty much assumed he would not be returning.
Today we were coming home after running errands, and Mr. S slowed down in front of the Bumpus house. Said he thought he saw something in the ditch. We turned around and went back, and sure enough, a black cat. We returned home, and Mr. S went back there with some gloves and whatnot. He said he couldn’t be 100% sure, and obviously the body wasn’t in great condition, but it looked quite a bit like Grimmy. We’ve had a lot of snowmelt the last week or two, so I suppose that’s why he was suddenly visible. So now we have both brothers awaiting burial.
This wasn’t so much of a shock, because we’d already decided he was dead. And Mr. S wanted to have the closure. (I dunno, I almost think I’d rather be able to think he was off being someone else’s cat, in a little game of self-delusion.) But now we know, and life goes on. Oddly enough, we had just stopped at the vet’s to pick up pills for one of the dogs, and told Mrs. Vet to move Grimmy’s file to the archives, because we were pretty sure he was gone. Then on the way home we get the proof. Life is weird.
It’s been a shitty day. Got up to a phone call telling us that Mr. S’s cousin’s wife had died after a short hospitalization. She was too young, in her 50s I’m guessing, and a very sweet lady. She was an avid seamstress; she had made most of the garments for her daughter’s wedding a few years ago (I saw the photos and they were stunning), and another is getting married this summer, and she would have sewn for that wedding as well. A real shock and shame. I need some good news, dammit!
So anyway . . . I told Mr. S this afternoon that if we can imagine the late great Miss Emily making a springer-shaped warm spot on the couch once in a while, then perhaps Grimmy is still staring at us through his favorite window, and Wolfie is still hiding under the porch.
RIP Wolfie and Grimmy, brothers and buddies
1998-2009
Im typing this with tears in my eyes. Scarlett67, I am so sad for you and Mr. S.