My mom is very sad today

We have been pawraying very hard for our furiend Spike, a fellow mini schnauzer from Louisiana, who was diagnosed with cancer recently. About a week ago, his mommy found out that the cancer had jumbo-sized itself in Spike's chest and was pressing on all his organs, making it really hard for him to breathe. Taking it out was not an option, according to the dogtor. We found out today that his momma and the dogtor helped him to Rainbow Bridge. He is not in pain anymore, not suffering and is away from that darned ol' "C" word! I hate that word! It's not four-letters, but it should be a swear word, too.

Pawlease keep his fambly in your pawrayers, my pals. They have had a very tuff year, losing three furbabies. Here is Spike's Dogster ID: 686568.

Tagged by TJ!

I've been tagged by my furiend TJ!

Here are the RULES of the game:

Answer all questions, post them in your diary, then tag 6 friends by sending a rosette or PawMail (I put my answers here to save you some time!)

1. What color is your collar? - I have a few of them, most are pink.

2. What kind of food do you eat? - Wellness lamb and rice.

3. What are your favorite treats? anything meat flavored or cheese flavored - BOL!

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? - nope

5. Do you get table scraps?- Oh yes - bad habit, I know.

6. What is your favorite toy? whatever my brofurs are playing wif

7. When is your Birthday? -May 12th

8. How many times a day do you get to eat? - Twice a day and a snack when Mom comes home from work.

9. Do you have a favorite color? - Nah, I'm not picky.

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? - Oh yes, if they have the time!

Hope to see your answers soon!

Update on my Kitty Brofur

So this kitty has been at my house for a couple of weeks now - I actually stopped counting the days finally. I found that Bug isn't that bad. He leaves little treats in his litter box, and I try to sneak in there and treat myself. Mom really hates that, too.

I try to play wif Bug Bug, but he is such a skeerdy cat. He hisses alot and swings those lil' black paws around like a fighter in a ring. He thinks I want to hurt 'em, but really I just plays ruff. So Mom is always there to protect him, and I'd like to think me from his claws. BOL! But we're getting better wif each other. I try to wuv him. I am getting better, I pawromise. And I do get to smell his hiney! BOL!

Update on the kitty situation

Well, the kitty is still here, so that answers your first question. BOL! He's real quick, too. You talk about being able to scat! In a split second!

Meanwhile, I am learning to tolerate him more and more. Yesterday, Mom told me I was really good for taking my bully stick and moving to a different spot when he came over instead of snapping at his nose. I wuv it when she tells me I'm a good girl so this was really good for me and my ego. And now I don't always chase him around, either, just sometimes. And only sometimes do I wiggle my mustache at him now. BOL! My beard gives me away sometimes...He is still not allowed on my bed, which Mom is helping me with. She said we each need to respect each other and that includes our sleepy spots. Well, I say it includes MY sleepy spots. BOL!

Roudy keeps trying to get him to play wif him, but it hasn't worked too well so far. But we do play a little chase and then he hops up somewhere really high or hides somewhere. No fair! Or he cries to Mom like we've got him cornered or something. And we totally don't. The water bottle has been on a reprieve for the most part, too. Thank dogness. I hate that thing! Ugh! Does it hurt? No. Does it hurt my ego? Yes, definitely. But the kitty got it, too, when he wouldn't get off a table or sumfin he wasn't supposed to be doing like that. hehehe Boy, was he surprised! But he didn't do it again.

To sum it up, it's only taken 9 days (yes, I'm countin' 'em), but we're learning to live together like a furmily. *sigh* Only coz I haveta.

Gratitude

Mom and Bug Bug would like to send big thanks to all of our pals for welcoming Bug Bug!

As for me, I'm still getting used to him. He really is a pain. Just like a baby brother. Hmph! He snuggles wif Mom and follows her everywhere. He plays all cute and stuff. He has special kitten food that I'm not allowed to eat coz it has too much "fat" for a doggie. Whatever.

But I've become a teensy bit nicer towards him. I don't instantly snap at him now. I give him about 5 seconds of mustache quivering first. BOL! Then I have to look out for the water bottle. I hate that thing! It doesn't hurt, but it sure is annoying. But I did find out that the water bottle is not for me alone; Mom has sprayed Roudy and Bug Bug, too. It works for them, too. Mom calls it her Equal Opportunity Sprayer. BOL!

What I haven't told Mom - and I beg you not to squeal on me - is that I really do like Bug Bug. Secretly. I can't let Mom know this. I have to keep up my tough-girl image. Although she has already seen where I friendly-chase him...Maybe the gig's up...

New Foe

Maybe you know it; it's the water bottle. I hate that thing!

Mom has decided that's her new tool for getting me to stop harrassing the new kitty. Well, it certainly works. Sheez. I just see it and that's enuff to get me to walk away.

Dang water bottle. I just hope she doesn't leave it somewhere unattended.

Here he is

Okay, here's Bug Bug's page: http://www.catster.com/cats/1026395

He's only got the one picture right now, but believe me, Mom will take lots more. She's got more pictures of us than her human family! BOL!! We've been napping since my last entry, so no attacking him for a few minutes.

Yesterday was just bad

It started out nice enuff - goin' for a ride in the car. Then we arrived at the groomer. Ick! Then Mom left us there! Double ick! Well, after a day of torture, Mom came to get us. But it was thundering and lightning right on top of us. I was shakin' and just couldn't find a hiding spot in the car. Mom didn't want to hold me coz it started pouring down rain really hard just minutes after we left the groomer. The wipey thingeys on the car glass were going really, really fast, and the rain was so loud! I was shaking, shaking, shaking! At one point I just lay down underneaf Roudy, as he sat there clueless to the dangers. But that's not even the worst of it!

We went to some strangers' house in town, while it was still pourin' down rain and stormin'. We go right inside. They are really nice peeps. Then Mom leaves us inside wif the strange lady while she went out on their closed in porch. I looked out the glass door and saw her holding a little kitty! What a traitor! We're finally let out there wif her and it's still justa stormin'. The kitty keeps tryin' to smell us, but I so scared of the storm that I didn't even care. After a while, we went back inside the house, and that's where I showed the kitty who was boss. Mom surely didn't like that. I was told right nicely to stop doing that. But I get so excited when a kitty hisses at me!

Well, the topper of it is Mom brought the little black kitty home wif us!! I couldn't believe it. She fixed him a litterbox and a bowl of food and let him roam the house. And I wasn't allowed to growl at it or snap at it none. None! That is so hard for me coz I just know he is gonna eat up all my foods and not leave me nuffin' to eat! I just knows it!! And he's gonna steal my mom from me!! I just know he will do that!! This is very hard for me. You should see him lovin' up on my mom. Dispickable! It's worse than anything that Roudy's ever done. And he fights back! Roudy backs down from me, but not this little kitty.

This kitty is solid black wif big green eyes. He talks and he purrs really loudly. He can jump really high, too. He explores every lil' corner and nook and cranny, even places I can't get to. And Mom just lets him. Oh, the humanity!

So the battle continues today. I want to play wif the kitty, but he don't play ruff like I like and he is a scaredy cat. BOL! Maybe Mom can get him a Catster page soon. By the way, his name is Bug Bug. And Mom is the happiest I've seen her since Kitta Kat went to RB. She seems to be really at peace and I think that helped in her (however disapproving by me) decision to get anudder kitty.

My Kitta sisfur is an angel now

Mom made the ultimate sacrifice for my sisfur Kitta and she went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday evening. Mom was terribly saddened and grieved heavily all evening until she fell asleep. All of our furiends came to her aid with good thoughts, messages, pressies and POP. We are so grateful to all of you!! Kitta came to Mom in her dream last night, and she didn't have her spinal cord injury anymore and walked like any other "normal" kitty kat would walk. The dream was brief, but it was just enough to help put Mom at ease and let it sink it that she did the right thing. You see, Kitta was disabled; she had crushed vertebra in her back pressing on her spinal cord, which made it difficult to use her back legs. She had limited feeling in her back legs, feet, lower back, belly, tail and that whole general area. This had always had an effect on her potty actions; she had a special-shaped litter box with higher walls coz she couldn't squat down like she should. But in recent months, she was losing more and more control; she would potty and not even know it, sometimes in her bed as she lay there. And she was embarrassed. Mom knew this wasn't right and it would only get worse. Who would want to live that way? Mom said she wouldn't, if it were her, but humans are put in care homes and put in diapers. But, like the vet dogtor said, people can be more humane to animals and end their suffering rather than prolong it. Also, it doesn't make it any easier, although it truly is the right thing to do.

Kitta Kat was wif Mom through alot. (Mom is telling me all this stuff.) She came to her when she first started college as a scared, abused little kitten who would attack her for no apparent reason, latching on to her bare leg and biting with all she had. She moved wif my pawrents many times and was a trooper. She was a tuff kitty kat, and she was the Boss. One little story: my pawrents had to have their house foomigated once, so they packed up for the night and went to my gramma's house wif Kitta in tow; Kitta had taken over Gramma's whole house 'cept for one room in a matter of a couple hours - She wouldn't let Gramma's two kitties past the kitchen! They were afraid of her! BOL! And Kitta was a great mouser, despite her disability. Mom tells me she faked out the mousies. Mom actually saw her catch one once! (She used to live in an old farm house.) Mom said that was gross! Okay, enuff on that...ewwww...Kitta was still the Boss. Whenever we had any animal visitors, she let them know she wasn't to be bothered. She set me straight when I first arrived; I sniffed her face a second too long and she swatted me! I haven't messed wif her since.

Continued POP is greatly appreciated. Hugs to all our pals.

My kitty sisfur may be going to RB very soon

Mom thinks it's time to help her with her journey to RB. She did a survey for quality of life and Kitta ranked off the charts for time to euthanize. Mom just burst into tears and broke down. Poor Kitta. She has potty accidents more frequently than she doesn't, and Mom feels guilty; she feels like she has let it go on for too long. She just didn't know and didn't want to end her life too early. She knew she'd never forgive herself for that and now she thinks she waited too long. Pawlease, just a little pawrayer for my mom and Kitta. Thanks, furiends.