March 8th 2009 4:54 pm
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...from which there is no return.
I am going to let Mommy tell the story, in her words...
"Today we made a very tough decision. Since we moved, we noticed Dax had lost weight, seemed depressed and was behaving somewhat more aggressively than usual.
Dax has never loved Rosaleen, but at first she seemed to tolerate her well, even posing for photos with her. It surpassed my first fears, as Dax has never been a "kid-friendly" cat, and gave me hope that it may work out int he end, if we could get past the "Terrible Twos," where we knew there would be poking and prodding and some scratches and hissing too. Then as Rosaleen got older, Dax would relax.
Last week Dax attacked Rosaleen and scratched her in the face. She has become increasingly more aggressive and intolerant of Rosaleen; even though Rosaleen is a two-year-old, she has always been gentle with animals, including our cats. Today, Jadzia attacked Rosaleen again and put numerous marks on her face (narrowly missing her eyes by millimeters) without any provocation at all. It was the last we could handle. We have worked with Dax since before Rosaleen was born to prep her for living with a child, and although we love our pets and would do anything for them within our abilities, Rosaleen comes first.
We have been thinking and praying about the right course of action for some time should it ever come to this. Jadzia didn't like people very much, mostly only me, and she hated children, other cats (except Tasha), dogs, and pretty much everyone and everything. She doesn't accept change well, and would wither away in a shelter, where she would most likely be deemed "unadoptable" and euthanized, or quarantined for attacking a staff member. As a shelter staff member myself, I know what is adoptable and how animals fare in the environment, and I know that Dax would have suffered tremendously in a shelter, and never would have been happy in another home.
So my husband and I made the decision today to have her humanely euthanized. We took her to our vet, and she counseled us and agreed we were making the most loving decision we could. She went peacefully and we buried her in our backyard."
I know that many of you will disagree with my Mommy's decision, but please don't hate her. I don't. I will wait for her at the Bridge until we are reunited. Thank you for understanding.
January 28th 2008 12:40 pm
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Ok, so I have been really lazy about writing here, but I thought this warranted posting. A few weeks ago, I got into a tangle with our neighbor's pit bull dog. Everyone came out okay, except for the pittie's ego.
So here's the story...
The Ballad of Dax and the Pit Bull
Mommy says I've got some 'tude,
And that sometimes I can be rude,
But what she doesn't understand
Is being a tortie, I MUST command!
This is true for everyone
No matter dog, cat, or human.
It happened one eve;
Mommy took her leave
Of the yard, and went inside.
The neighbors who live on either side
Noticed she left her camera out,
And because they're nice, not thievin' louts
They wanted to give it back,
So the boy, with a knuckled CRACK!
Knocked on the door for Mom,
Who was surprised she'd forgotten
Her prized electronic possession
(Taking pictures is something of an obsession
Especially of us cats and Rosaleen).
So she was thanking the boy when
I scooted out under her feet
And Lo! Who did I meet?
But the neighbors' brown-and-white Pittie
(Who lives in a home with kids and kitty).
He sniffed me--he touched my nose!
It was like someone has turned a water hose
On me and got me soaked--I was MAD!
I hissed, growled, spit, and puffed up--egad!
I was angry, I swatted him upon his snoot
He was shocked, but his feelings were moot
To me--he had trespassed!
I slapped again and again lightening-fast--
And he RAN!
He did not turn back again
Until we were across the yard
And I had snipped and smacked his heels quite hard!
He remembered, "I'm 7 times her size!"
And growled to say, "It would be wise
For you to stop you attack!"
But I didn't care--I'm a cat
And I listen to only me!
The neighbor was able to seize
The dog's collar, and the pittie turned
To look at him instead of a kitty spurned--
Smart dog, he knew who to listen to--
And Mommy whisked me away with a "shoo!"
Back into our home.
Saying, "THIS is why you don't roam!"
Now I'm legend in our 'hood
I got "street cred," it's understood
You do not mess with me,
'Cause I'm One Bad Tortie!
(c) MDM and Dax 2008
July 20th 2007 9:11 am
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Ok, so I was tagged again by my little Catster brother Jax, so here's 7 more facts about fabulous me!
1. I was the runt of my litter.
2. Mommy wasn't even convinced she wanted a cat when Daddy decided he wanted one....I sure turned into a "Crazy Cat Lady.":
3. When I was little kitten, Mommy would hold me close to someone and say, "ok, Dax, pray for them," and I would lay my paws on them. I don't do that anymore.
4. I'm lactose-intolerant. A small bite of cheese makes me vomit.
5. I was the kitty Mommy was most worried about not liking the new baby Rosaleen. I like her best, although sometimes she pulls my fur too hard.
6. I'm a Mommy's girl!
7. I tried to bite one of my vets. Mommy worked for him. She was holding me for him to examine and he yelled at her I didn't like that, so I tried to bite him.
I'm not going to tag anyone else for now.