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Maybe he knows the pony is lonely... Either that or you have a ghost... Seriously...he probably hears 'something' outside. I want to know why there's a pony in the house!!! I think it's a toy pony.

Make sure the UTI is completely gone once the treatment has run its course. Typically (at least our vets) would always prescribe Amoxicillen (cheaper) and it never did the job so then we would go to Bactrim. Eventually we just insisted on Bactrim first which always worked. Also, we fed our greys three times a day by dividing their day's ration into three parts. One half was for the morning. One quarter was for dinner. The last quarter was just before bedtime because when we were feeding twice a day, their tummies would gurgle around 10 or 11 and they got very restless.

Exactly. I have to wear gloves to get the leaves out from under them (mine are in two giant whiskey barrels).

This nearly has me sobbing. Thank you so much for sharing.

I'm so sorry. We lost our Siamese at 23. He was diabetic and had allergies so he had shots twice a day for 15 years. He was the best cat we ever had. My heart aches for you.

Oh, no. My heart is broken.

I can't believe this. So, so sorry.

Yes.

My mantle is loaded - I think there are 8 or 9 containers there. Haven't really thought about what to do with them - I like them right where they are.

You would have been 19 today. Repost: Goodbye, my love July 17, 1995, our lives were changed forever. We brought you home from the track to foster you over the weekend, but we knew that you would never be adopted or be a pet in the normal sense of the word. You were so spooked that you hid in the corner during turnout whenever people came to look for a dog to adopt. We never knew your age because you had no tats, but in November 1994 the vet estimated you to be about 2 years old. You were found November 28 so we made that your birthday. You hid in our closet and for the next 10 or so years, ate, slept – literally lived – there. Ten minutes after we arrived, we called the adoption office and told them we were keeping you. That began the 13-year journey that has brought us to today. We knew all about you from our friend in adoptions – how you had been found running loose, how you were starved (you weighed 32 pounds when they found you), how you had heartworms, and how you had a fractured pelvis that had already healed. You were adopted by a couple of ladies who lived in Galveston, but you never really bonded. After you escaped and were on the lam for 2 weeks during Mardis Gras, they decided you were not the dog for them so they returned you. By then you weighed 40 pounds. I remember going to the vet's office after we got you for a monthly weigh-in and how excited we (vet and staff) were when you reached 45, 50, 55, 60, and 65 pounds. Your dad agonized because you were so deathly afraid of him. He would sometimes spend hours every day sitting in the closet trying to make you understand that you were safe with him. It broke his heart that he would have to hide so you would come out to go potty. One of his biggest thrills, and one of the funniest memories we will always treasure is when we went on vacation to the beach at South Padre Island. I woke up one morning thinking, “Oh, boy, Bob has really bad breath.” When I opened my eyes, Bob and I were looking at each other over your head. Evidently during the night you had jumped on the bed and somehow snuggled under the covers. There we were, three heads on the pillows. China Blue, our bridge angel, turned out to be your mentor/rock. She is the one who taught you to be brave when we went out in front of the house on the leash. She is the one who taught you that walkies were good things. She is the one who taught you that cat food was good but that kitty crunchies were even better. When she crossed the bridge, you were heartbroken and grieved for her so much. Dad didn't want to get another dog, but he made the mistake of asking me what I wanted for Christmas. Enter Gidget, the brat. Even though you two didn't have a close relationship, you got along and it made you happy to have a companion. The last 2 years or so you began coming out of your shell. Dad and I were thinking that maybe as your hearing got worse, you trusted Dad more since you couldn't hear that gruff, loud voice. I can't begin to tell you how special you have been to me. I don't know if it is because of your rocky start in life or if it is because you loved me so much—I truly do not know. I do know you are my love, my baby or, as the vet used to call you, my “Fraidy Freddie.” Your dad is suffering as well. He was your main caregiver for the last 3 years because of the major surgeries I had, and he loves you so very much. I knew this day would come. I just hoped against hope that it would be later rather than sooner. Letting you go is so painful, but watching you suffer and lose so much weight is even more painful. Your coat is still shiny and bright, but your eyes are not. Last night when you got on the dog bed by Dad's feet, we knew. You never got on those dog beds, especially not near Dad. October 5, 2007, our lives were changed forever.

I bathed mine at least every 3 months, more if they needed it. If you don't think they need a bath, take a look at their bath water. Ick. If my dogs are in my bed, they are getting baths! Never really had a problem with dry skin. I used Nova Pearls shampoo from PetCo. Pricey but a nice lanoline base that made them sleek and shiny (shiney?). My black babies never had dandruff or dry skin. They also got a fish oil supplement on the days we didn't give them fish.

Oh, dear God. I'm so sorry.

This is just so wrong.

I think this is one of the worst months ever in terms of losses.

Oh, Lindsay - I'm so sorry.

Doesn't Dr. C say that 60% of greys get cancer in the video that is in another thread? Our first grey had osteo. We let her go just before her 12th birthday. Our second (who was nearly 15) had cancer in his liver and spleen. Our third had kidney disease. She barely made it to her 10th birthday.

Judy - I don't have any words that will make it any better.

Judy - just seeing this. Holy cow, Gee just can't catch a break. She is on my prayer list. Many hugs to you guys.

My heart sank when I saw his name. I don't even have the words....

Me, too. Thank goodness this has turned out so much better. Hugs and kissies to your little girl.

That's kinda why I wanted to skip the month of October.

I could not believe my eyes when I saw the subject. OMG, how awful. My heart is broken and hurts for yours.

Do you feed him once or twice a day? He may be a little hungry. Try giving him a little snack just before bedtime. We used to divide one day's food into two portions and feed the second portion just before bedtime because sometimes the tummy gurgles would wake us up.