Sunday, December 6, 2009
2 yrs. a winner!
Time flies fast as we become more mature. As of December 6th, 2009 it was 2 years ago that I came home from the hospital after my second bout of Leukemia. I was in remission. So I guess you could say I am in my 2nd year of remission. The difference between this disease(cancer) and most of the other types of cancer you count each day, month and year in remission as a blessing. You could make it to 5 yrs. in remission and with no warning it comes back. That happened to Bill Walsh, former head coach of the SF 49ers. He was in remission 5 yrs. in 2007 and it came back. This time he lost the battle. Leukemia won. So I count myself lucky, grateful, thankful that I got to 2 years without ending up back in the hospital. Thank you God and my Mom & Dad.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Sacramento Kings
When Andy & I were at the State Fair earlier this year, I met a very nice young man named Kyle who works for the Sacramento Kings and the Maloof Organization. I told him about my Leukemia and how a co-worker had promised over the last 2 years to take me to a game. It never happened. I told him I had lived her since the early 90's and loved the Kings, but I had never seen a home game. I watched every game that was televised but always wanted to see a game in person. He told me that he would like to help me do just that. He gave me his card and the new home game schedule.
I emailed him and thanked him for being so nice. He sent me a link to check home games, tickets, etc.
Today I received an email from a co-worker of his named Andrea. He had her set aside 2 'free' tickets for me for the 11/2/09 first home game for this season.
I was in shock, absolutely amazed. I never win anything nor do I get any freebies.
I asked Andy but he said to call my friend Carol. She was thrilled. Then he emailed me and told me to let him know where I would be sitting and he would come over and say hi. I told him then I could thank him properly with a big hug.
Life is good; life is great!!!
I emailed him and thanked him for being so nice. He sent me a link to check home games, tickets, etc.
Today I received an email from a co-worker of his named Andrea. He had her set aside 2 'free' tickets for me for the 11/2/09 first home game for this season.
I was in shock, absolutely amazed. I never win anything nor do I get any freebies.
I asked Andy but he said to call my friend Carol. She was thrilled. Then he emailed me and told me to let him know where I would be sitting and he would come over and say hi. I told him then I could thank him properly with a big hug.
Life is good; life is great!!!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
1st Newsletter
FYI for Fuzzy Friends
HAPPY AUGUST TO ONE AND ALL!!
As you know, my days as a columnist are over for the time being. So I decided to create a newsletter and send it by email to everyone who got my columns.
I have an interesting tale that has occurred in my neighborhood – right close by my house – too close for that matter.
It was a dark night in the foothills of Cool, CA. Braveheart was outside keeping watch and protecting his Mom’s plants and flowers from “the deer”. All of a sudden he heard this loud noise. He stopped and listened and then in the distance he saw a raccoon standing by a pond.
Personally I don’t think that was too smart considering if there were any dogs in the vicinity it would attract attention to itself which could be dangerous as most raccoons are taught when they are growing up.
But I’m not always right when it comes to wild critters.
Actually as it turned out this raccoon was smarter than anyone would have given it credit – there was a method behind his sound-making and loud noises. He was deliberately trying to attract this wonderful dog. He wanted Braveheart to come over where he was waiting. Why you ask?
Unfortunately for this dog, there was not just one raccoon but a whole gang of them (no one got a head count and the dog couldn’t remember). They were gathered close to the pond. Their mission and goal was to lure the dog into the pond. Once he was in the water they would gang up on him and drown him by holding his head under water. This gives a whole new perspective to raccoons. Some may think they are cute but in reality they are mean, nasty and vicious with sharp teeth & fangs as well as a brain.
My neighbors heard all this commotion and came outside to check on Braveheart. They couldn’t believe what they saw: a gang of raccoons in the pond surrounding their dog. So they called out to him frantically which distracted the raccoons momentarily and allowed him to escape, running home to his family and safety. We aren’t sure if he totally understood what was happening, but more than likely he will be kept safe and sound in the later hours of the evenings, so the Raccoon Gang won’t have a chance for another encounter.
Compliments of Kathy Hanson
HAPPY AUGUST TO ONE AND ALL!!
As you know, my days as a columnist are over for the time being. So I decided to create a newsletter and send it by email to everyone who got my columns.
I have an interesting tale that has occurred in my neighborhood – right close by my house – too close for that matter.
It was a dark night in the foothills of Cool, CA. Braveheart was outside keeping watch and protecting his Mom’s plants and flowers from “the deer”. All of a sudden he heard this loud noise. He stopped and listened and then in the distance he saw a raccoon standing by a pond.
Personally I don’t think that was too smart considering if there were any dogs in the vicinity it would attract attention to itself which could be dangerous as most raccoons are taught when they are growing up.
But I’m not always right when it comes to wild critters.
Actually as it turned out this raccoon was smarter than anyone would have given it credit – there was a method behind his sound-making and loud noises. He was deliberately trying to attract this wonderful dog. He wanted Braveheart to come over where he was waiting. Why you ask?
Unfortunately for this dog, there was not just one raccoon but a whole gang of them (no one got a head count and the dog couldn’t remember). They were gathered close to the pond. Their mission and goal was to lure the dog into the pond. Once he was in the water they would gang up on him and drown him by holding his head under water. This gives a whole new perspective to raccoons. Some may think they are cute but in reality they are mean, nasty and vicious with sharp teeth & fangs as well as a brain.
My neighbors heard all this commotion and came outside to check on Braveheart. They couldn’t believe what they saw: a gang of raccoons in the pond surrounding their dog. So they called out to him frantically which distracted the raccoons momentarily and allowed him to escape, running home to his family and safety. We aren’t sure if he totally understood what was happening, but more than likely he will be kept safe and sound in the later hours of the evenings, so the Raccoon Gang won’t have a chance for another encounter.
Compliments of Kathy Hanson
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Disappearing Followers
I used to be great at solving mysteries and had earned the name Sherlock Holmes because if someone lost something where I was working and they asked me for help I usually could find it or solve it. But now I am at a loss when I view my blog to find my followers. I even tried on layout deleting the 'gadget' or whatever and then adding it again. Still I can see no followers. I've asked Helpline for Bloggers with no answers so far but I did find out there are lots and lots of Bloggers with this same problem. Some say the followers do materialize but others like me say nothing has happened to correct the problem. The followers I had told me when they view my blog they can see the followers information. It is very frustrating and a pain. I wish I had some answers. I know I'm fairly new at blogging but there should be definite answers to this problem on the help site, don't you think?
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Flashback
Earlier this week I was driving home from a trip to Auburn, CA on Hwy. 193 in Cool when I suddenly had a flashback to the night my beloved Timmy died.(It didn't affect my driving, honest.) I was reliving the moment he fell off the end table onto the floor, seeing that frightened look on his face as he tried to get up but couldn't. Then he was dragging himself across the floor to Barney. I was rushing to him, talking to him, loving him, trying to get him to breathe again and realizing my wonderful kitty was dying and then was gone. I was so startled and the experience was so hard having to relive it again that when I got home I just found a quiet place to reflect on this experience. Maybe it was Timmy reaching out to me telling me he misses me and loves me. Also he might have been telling me that there was nothing I could do to save him. Maybe one of these days another kitty will need me like he needed me 10 plus years ago when he was 6 weeks old and weighed 1 lb. Time will tell.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Another ending of another era
The Gold Country Monthly came to an abrupt end in June due to the economy and not enough advertisers to support the paper. So with that ending came the end of my Pet Column writing for the time being. What I'm hoping to do is create a newsletter on a special letterhead I recently created to send to friends and family. For the time being it would be by email but who knows it might end up being mailed out to those of you whose email addresses I don't have. Time will tell. Any writing I do will appear on my blog so please keep in touch and keep checking in with me.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
FYI for My Fuzzy Friends by Kathy Hanson July 2009
GREEN MOUSE, YELLOW SNAKE DAY
from I Love Cats Magazine a long time ago
“What kind of day is it?” my husband called to me as he crawled out of bed this morning. I opened the bedroom door that leads to the hallway and looked down. “It’s a Green Mouse-Yellow Snake day,” I said. Yesterday was a Pink Mouse Day and the day before, had been a Green Mouse-Pink Mouse Day. Tomorrow may bring Trouble, herself, to our door.
Trouble is our live-in feline forecaster and bearer of gifts every morning. Her propensity for gift-giving became apparent during the first week I brought her home from the animal shelter. Rubber bands began to mysteriously show up at our bedroom door, accompanied by prolonged hair-raising yowls and groans. Her attempts to impress us with her prowess as a huntress intensified when she received two catnip mice for Christmas that year, one pink, one green. About two months later, she took possession of a three-foot long fuzzy toy snake that she found in a box of abandoned toys in the basement. The early morning deliveries took on a new look.
Since Trouble’s hunting domain is limited to the inside of our house, she is creative with what she has available. Trouble brings new meaning to “it’s the thought that counts.” Since she has only three earthy possessions, she ceremoniously delivers one, two or all three in various combinations and configurations. Sometimes they are lined up side-by-side in front of our bedroom door. Other times, they are dropped along the hallway leading to the kitchen, like Hansel and Gretel’s crumbs.
Because the toy snake is three times her length and weighs more than the mice, the effort for her to drag it to our door is considerable. Consequently, we know that it is a very special day if it is worthy of the yellow snake. A fantastic day is a Jackpot Day, when all three toys plus Trouble are at our door.
Purring loudly, she sits behind her gifts with an expression of bemused benevolence. She obviously receives pleasure from the giving. There we are, two middle-aged humans, making a fuss over two well-worn catnip mice, one missing a tail, and a balding yellow fuzzy snake. That image alone has to tickle her feline funny bone. It is difficult not to attribute human motives to this gifting process, like showing appreciation, desiring to share, to impress, bribe, even showing love. In fact, I read once that a true gift should ignite something in the receiver-a sense of well-being.
Whatever prompts Trouble’s behavior, her gift to us is genuine. It is a pleasant way to start the day, with the receiving of her gifts. We smile, we laugh and we share a sense of being loved, remembered and cared for by another of God’s creatures.
If your doorway was not blessed by tokens of caring this morning, allow me to share our greeting from Trouble: “Have a Green Mouse-Yellow Snake Day!”
from I Love Cats Magazine a long time ago
“What kind of day is it?” my husband called to me as he crawled out of bed this morning. I opened the bedroom door that leads to the hallway and looked down. “It’s a Green Mouse-Yellow Snake day,” I said. Yesterday was a Pink Mouse Day and the day before, had been a Green Mouse-Pink Mouse Day. Tomorrow may bring Trouble, herself, to our door.
Trouble is our live-in feline forecaster and bearer of gifts every morning. Her propensity for gift-giving became apparent during the first week I brought her home from the animal shelter. Rubber bands began to mysteriously show up at our bedroom door, accompanied by prolonged hair-raising yowls and groans. Her attempts to impress us with her prowess as a huntress intensified when she received two catnip mice for Christmas that year, one pink, one green. About two months later, she took possession of a three-foot long fuzzy toy snake that she found in a box of abandoned toys in the basement. The early morning deliveries took on a new look.
Since Trouble’s hunting domain is limited to the inside of our house, she is creative with what she has available. Trouble brings new meaning to “it’s the thought that counts.” Since she has only three earthy possessions, she ceremoniously delivers one, two or all three in various combinations and configurations. Sometimes they are lined up side-by-side in front of our bedroom door. Other times, they are dropped along the hallway leading to the kitchen, like Hansel and Gretel’s crumbs.
Because the toy snake is three times her length and weighs more than the mice, the effort for her to drag it to our door is considerable. Consequently, we know that it is a very special day if it is worthy of the yellow snake. A fantastic day is a Jackpot Day, when all three toys plus Trouble are at our door.
Purring loudly, she sits behind her gifts with an expression of bemused benevolence. She obviously receives pleasure from the giving. There we are, two middle-aged humans, making a fuss over two well-worn catnip mice, one missing a tail, and a balding yellow fuzzy snake. That image alone has to tickle her feline funny bone. It is difficult not to attribute human motives to this gifting process, like showing appreciation, desiring to share, to impress, bribe, even showing love. In fact, I read once that a true gift should ignite something in the receiver-a sense of well-being.
Whatever prompts Trouble’s behavior, her gift to us is genuine. It is a pleasant way to start the day, with the receiving of her gifts. We smile, we laugh and we share a sense of being loved, remembered and cared for by another of God’s creatures.
If your doorway was not blessed by tokens of caring this morning, allow me to share our greeting from Trouble: “Have a Green Mouse-Yellow Snake Day!”
Monday, May 25, 2009
June 2009 Gold Country Monthly
FYI for Furry Friends by Kathy Hanson June, 2009
This column is dedicated to abandoned, thrown away, abused, neglected, unwanted pets. It’s a tribute to all those dogs and cats sitting in shelters, waiting to be loved, and those who are put to sleep because there are too many of them and not enough kind people to save their lives.
CAN I GO HOME NOW?
My family brought me home cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys. I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me. They gave me special treats. They even let me sleep with them, all snuggled in their sheets. I used to go for walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold my leash, I’m very proud to say.
They used to laugh and praise me, when I played with that old shoe. But I didn’t know the difference between the old one and the new. The kids and I would grab a rug, and for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bathroom rug.
They said I was out of control, and would have to live outside. This I did not understand, although I tried and tried. The walks stopped as one by one they said they hadn’t time. I wish that I could change things. I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely in the backyard on a chain. I barked and barked all day long, to keep from going insane. So they brought me to the shelter, but were embarrassed to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then kissed me goodbye.
If only I’d had some classes, as a little pup. I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left,” I heard the worker say. Does this mean a second chance? Will I go home today? (A special message from Sandi Thompson)
NO MORE, PLEASE!
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad. No more growling belly from the meals I never had. No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that’s dry. No more complaining neighbors about “noise” when I cry. No more hearing “shut up,” “get down”, “get out of here!” No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be. My last day of living was the best I ever had. Someone held me very close, I knew that she was sad. I kissed the lady’s face, and she hugged me as she cried. I wagged my tail in thanks, then closed my eyes and died. (Unanonymous shelter worker, Massena, N.Y.)
ONE BY ONE
One by one, they pass by my cage, “Too old, too worn, too broken, no way. Way past his prime, he can’t run and play.” They shake their heads slowly and go on their way. A little old man, arthritic and sore, it seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed, a place that was warm, and where I was fed. Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail? My family decided I didn’t belong. I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head, can’t justify how they left me for dead. Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, the younger dogs get adopted away. When I had almost come to the end of my rope, you saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the gray, and the legs bent with age, and felt I still had life beyond this cage. You took me home, gave me food and a bed, and shared your own pillow with my poor tired head. We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low, you love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived with another person longer, but you outshine them with a love so much stronger. And I promise to return all the love I can give to you, my dear person, as long as I live. I may be with you for a week, or for years. We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve. And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new, my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear, of the person who made my last days so dear. (Author Unknown)
So to one and all who read this column and if it makes you think, reflect and want to help, make sure you spay and neuter your pets. Give your pets extra TLC and love. Adopt a pet from a shelter – the love and gratitude you will receive for saving their lives and giving them a Second Chance will be the greatest reward anyone can receive. You won’t be sorry.
This column is dedicated to abandoned, thrown away, abused, neglected, unwanted pets. It’s a tribute to all those dogs and cats sitting in shelters, waiting to be loved, and those who are put to sleep because there are too many of them and not enough kind people to save their lives.
CAN I GO HOME NOW?
My family brought me home cradled in their arms. They cuddled me and smiled and said I was full of charm. They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys. I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me. They gave me special treats. They even let me sleep with them, all snuggled in their sheets. I used to go for walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold my leash, I’m very proud to say.
They used to laugh and praise me, when I played with that old shoe. But I didn’t know the difference between the old one and the new. The kids and I would grab a rug, and for hours we would tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bathroom rug.
They said I was out of control, and would have to live outside. This I did not understand, although I tried and tried. The walks stopped as one by one they said they hadn’t time. I wish that I could change things. I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely in the backyard on a chain. I barked and barked all day long, to keep from going insane. So they brought me to the shelter, but were embarrassed to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then kissed me goodbye.
If only I’d had some classes, as a little pup. I wouldn’t have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left,” I heard the worker say. Does this mean a second chance? Will I go home today? (A special message from Sandi Thompson)
NO MORE, PLEASE!
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad. No more growling belly from the meals I never had. No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that’s dry. No more complaining neighbors about “noise” when I cry. No more hearing “shut up,” “get down”, “get out of here!” No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be. My last day of living was the best I ever had. Someone held me very close, I knew that she was sad. I kissed the lady’s face, and she hugged me as she cried. I wagged my tail in thanks, then closed my eyes and died. (Unanonymous shelter worker, Massena, N.Y.)
ONE BY ONE
One by one, they pass by my cage, “Too old, too worn, too broken, no way. Way past his prime, he can’t run and play.” They shake their heads slowly and go on their way. A little old man, arthritic and sore, it seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed, a place that was warm, and where I was fed. Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail? My family decided I didn’t belong. I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head, can’t justify how they left me for dead. Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, the younger dogs get adopted away. When I had almost come to the end of my rope, you saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the gray, and the legs bent with age, and felt I still had life beyond this cage. You took me home, gave me food and a bed, and shared your own pillow with my poor tired head. We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low, you love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived with another person longer, but you outshine them with a love so much stronger. And I promise to return all the love I can give to you, my dear person, as long as I live. I may be with you for a week, or for years. We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve. And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new, my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear, of the person who made my last days so dear. (Author Unknown)
So to one and all who read this column and if it makes you think, reflect and want to help, make sure you spay and neuter your pets. Give your pets extra TLC and love. Adopt a pet from a shelter – the love and gratitude you will receive for saving their lives and giving them a Second Chance will be the greatest reward anyone can receive. You won’t be sorry.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Dexter
Last week my friend Tammy at our Vet's office called to say there was a lady who rescues cats, had a kitty in need of a home. He was feral, a brown & white tabby, fixed, with all his shots, healthy and disease free. When he first arrived, he was cautious with major trust issues. Once he felt comfortable he took over claiming all laps as his special places to recline. He became a real lover and fit right in. The lady's name is Sandy and they also have 2 dogs in residence. This kitty is now named Dexter and he has established ground rules for the dogs. "This is my space." "That is your space." "I won't invade your space and you won't invade mine." Before I talked to Sandy, something told me (perhaps it was Timmy whispering in my ear) that Dexter belonged with Sandy and her family. It was just this feeling I had. Today I finally got to talk to her and guess what? She absolutely adores Dexter and can't picture their family without him. This is a happy ending for everyone, even me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
May Pet Column
FYI for Furry Friends by Kathy Hanson May, 2009
Xyletol is deadly to dogs. It is found in anything that is sugar free like pudding and gum for example. If a dog eats anything sugar free, it will cause them to secrete insulin so their blood sugar drops very quickly. Next it causes liver failure. If that happens, even with aggressive medical treatment it can be very difficult to save their lives.
I heard about this from an email I received. The lady who created and sent out this email is named Hattie. She learned about this first hand when her beloved dachshund Chloe got into a friend’s purse and ate sugar free gum. She had read about this and she knew Chloe was in danger. Hattie called her vet who told her to bring Chloe right in. By the time Hattie and Chloe got there the Vet had done her research online as well. The first thing she did was to induce her to vomit, give her a charcoal drink to absorb the toxins and then start an IV with dextrose. She sent Hattie home with the promise to call her as soon as she knew anything. About 2 hours later the vet called and said that Chloe’s stomach contained 2-3 gum wrappers and that her blood sugar had dropped from 90 to 59 in 30 minutes. Her suggestion was to take Chloe to a 24 hr. critical care unit which she did. First thing they had me do was call the ASAP poison control for a case number and for a donation, and the ASAP doctors would direct the critical care doctor on treatment. They continued the IV, monitored her blood every other hour and then in 2 days they would test her liver function. Chloe ended up with a central line in her Jugular vein since the one in her leg had collapsed, just as our vet had feared. Chloe spent almost the entire weekend in the critical care hospital. Once her blood sugar was stabilized, she was allowed to come home. They ran all the tests again before they released her and so far there was no sign of liver damage.
If Hattie had not seen Chloe with her head in her friend’s purse and discovered what she had eaten, she probably would have died and no one would have known why. 3 vets told her when this happened, that they were amazed that Hattie knew about Xylitol since they were just learning about it too.
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Foods that are dangerous to your pets:
Apples, Apricots, Cherries, Peaches and Plums –large amounts of stems, seeds, and leaves can be toxic. They contain a cyanide type compound and signs of toxicity include apprehension, dilated pupils, difficulty breathing, hyperventilation and shock.
Avocados – the leaves, fruit, bark and seeds are known to be toxic. The toxic compound in avocados is “persin” which is a fatty acid derivative. Symptoms include difficulty breathing, abdominal enlargement, abnormal fluid accumulations in the chest, abdomen and sac around the heart.
Chocolate – besides a high fat content, it contains caffeine and theobromine. These 2 compounds are nervous system stimulants and can be toxic to dogs in high amounts. Depending on how much chocolate they consume, various problems can occur such as vomiting and diarrhea. Once they’ve eaten enough to cause a toxic reaction they may become restless, hyperactive, and develop muscle twitching. It can cause excessive urination, possibly excessive panting. Their heart rate and blood pressure levels may also be increased. Seizure activity may occur in severe cases.
Dairy products – even though they are not highly dangerous, they can cause problems for 2 reasons: 1) high fat content which could cause pancreatitis. 2) pets poorly digest dairy products since they lack the enzyme required to digest lactose. In some pets it can cause gas and diarrhea.
Grapes and raisins – there have been 10 dogs poisoned by grapes and raisins reported to the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center. The amount eaten has been between 9 oz. to 2 lbs. and the dogs that ate these developed kidney failure.
Nutmeg – high levels of this spice can be toxic and even fatal. Signs of toxicity include tremors, seizures, nervous system abnormalities or death.
Onions or Garlic – dogs and cats lack the enzyme to digest onions. Ingesting onions can cause the red blood cells to possibly become fragile and break apart. This is due to the toxic ingredient called thiosulphate. Signs of a problem can occur immediately or maybe a few days later. As for garlic large quantities need to be eaten before signs of toxicity are seen. Severe anemias and even death can occur if they are eaten and no treatment is received. If you give your cat baby food and this food contains onion powder, toxicity can occur. Some baby foods are seasoned with onion powder.
So to be on the safe side please don’t let your pets consume any of these items.
Xyletol is deadly to dogs. It is found in anything that is sugar free like pudding and gum for example. If a dog eats anything sugar free, it will cause them to secrete insulin so their blood sugar drops very quickly. Next it causes liver failure. If that happens, even with aggressive medical treatment it can be very difficult to save their lives.
I heard about this from an email I received. The lady who created and sent out this email is named Hattie. She learned about this first hand when her beloved dachshund Chloe got into a friend’s purse and ate sugar free gum. She had read about this and she knew Chloe was in danger. Hattie called her vet who told her to bring Chloe right in. By the time Hattie and Chloe got there the Vet had done her research online as well. The first thing she did was to induce her to vomit, give her a charcoal drink to absorb the toxins and then start an IV with dextrose. She sent Hattie home with the promise to call her as soon as she knew anything. About 2 hours later the vet called and said that Chloe’s stomach contained 2-3 gum wrappers and that her blood sugar had dropped from 90 to 59 in 30 minutes. Her suggestion was to take Chloe to a 24 hr. critical care unit which she did. First thing they had me do was call the ASAP poison control for a case number and for a donation, and the ASAP doctors would direct the critical care doctor on treatment. They continued the IV, monitored her blood every other hour and then in 2 days they would test her liver function. Chloe ended up with a central line in her Jugular vein since the one in her leg had collapsed, just as our vet had feared. Chloe spent almost the entire weekend in the critical care hospital. Once her blood sugar was stabilized, she was allowed to come home. They ran all the tests again before they released her and so far there was no sign of liver damage.
If Hattie had not seen Chloe with her head in her friend’s purse and discovered what she had eaten, she probably would have died and no one would have known why. 3 vets told her when this happened, that they were amazed that Hattie knew about Xylitol since they were just learning about it too.
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Foods that are dangerous to your pets:
Apples, Apricots, Cherries, Peaches and Plums –large amounts of stems, seeds, and leaves can be toxic. They contain a cyanide type compound and signs of toxicity include apprehension, dilated pupils, difficulty breathing, hyperventilation and shock.
Avocados – the leaves, fruit, bark and seeds are known to be toxic. The toxic compound in avocados is “persin” which is a fatty acid derivative. Symptoms include difficulty breathing, abdominal enlargement, abnormal fluid accumulations in the chest, abdomen and sac around the heart.
Chocolate – besides a high fat content, it contains caffeine and theobromine. These 2 compounds are nervous system stimulants and can be toxic to dogs in high amounts. Depending on how much chocolate they consume, various problems can occur such as vomiting and diarrhea. Once they’ve eaten enough to cause a toxic reaction they may become restless, hyperactive, and develop muscle twitching. It can cause excessive urination, possibly excessive panting. Their heart rate and blood pressure levels may also be increased. Seizure activity may occur in severe cases.
Dairy products – even though they are not highly dangerous, they can cause problems for 2 reasons: 1) high fat content which could cause pancreatitis. 2) pets poorly digest dairy products since they lack the enzyme required to digest lactose. In some pets it can cause gas and diarrhea.
Grapes and raisins – there have been 10 dogs poisoned by grapes and raisins reported to the ASPCA Animal Poison Control Center. The amount eaten has been between 9 oz. to 2 lbs. and the dogs that ate these developed kidney failure.
Nutmeg – high levels of this spice can be toxic and even fatal. Signs of toxicity include tremors, seizures, nervous system abnormalities or death.
Onions or Garlic – dogs and cats lack the enzyme to digest onions. Ingesting onions can cause the red blood cells to possibly become fragile and break apart. This is due to the toxic ingredient called thiosulphate. Signs of a problem can occur immediately or maybe a few days later. As for garlic large quantities need to be eaten before signs of toxicity are seen. Severe anemias and even death can occur if they are eaten and no treatment is received. If you give your cat baby food and this food contains onion powder, toxicity can occur. Some baby foods are seasoned with onion powder.
So to be on the safe side please don’t let your pets consume any of these items.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
April 2009 Gold Country Monthly
FYI for Furry Friends by Kathy Hanson April, 2009
Spring has arrived and there are 2 very important topics I would like to cover this month – West Nile Virus and Foxtails.
I’ve seen the coverage on TV asking everyone to check around our homes, properties and anyplace there might be standing water. This is the breeding ground for mosquitoes and their eggs. They are the carriers of this disease as well as dead birds who may have been infected. I already stressed this at my home as I squished a little blood sucker in my bedroom that anywhere there were buckets, troughs, pails, ponds, etc. to dump that water out and then only then put water where it was needed for our dogs. I haven’t really walked around checking all these holders of standing water, but I did see a few standing on their sides empty. Sometime during the next few days I will do a more thorough check. It is best to be safe rather than sorry and have a loved one or even you become infected with this terrible illness which can kill. If you need more help with this or more information go online, talk to your vets, your doctors. In this case ignorance is not bliss.
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I am sure living in our area most people who are owned by a pet are familiar with the word “Foxtail” as it is a huge hazard to our pets (primarily dogs). Our area, as well as other locations that have limited rainfall and certain months where there is no rain, are prime locations for this pest. It could be considered an ideal place to live but it also makes a ripe environment for all different types of weeds. Most of these weeds are not harmful. But one weed in particular, while being completely non-toxic, is an extreme threat to our pets. While this weed can grow almost anywhere in the world, certain areas of California have the best environment for it and it can grow anywhere from covered hills to empty lots, vacant land, or your own backyard.
Wild barley is commonly called ‘foxtail’ or ‘foxtail Brome grass’ due to the distinctive shape of its seed cluster. During the early spring, these weeds start to populate anywhere the seeds had been carried the previous summer. While green, they pose little danger. Once the seeds mature and the plant begins to wither(around May most years), the seeds can fall of the plant, either by blowing in the wind(less common) or by sticking to the hair coat of a passing animal(most common). These seeds are ideally suited to transmission via animals because of their shape. They are “V” shape, with a sharp point on one end and microscopic barbs on the other. These barbs and this “V” shape allow the seed to firmly attach to the coat. Later, during grooming or running through other plants, the seeds can be knocked off and will sit in the soil until the following spring.
While this structure is a wonderful adaptation for this plant, this mechanism can cause a lot of problems for the animal “ride” it attaches to. This structure allows for the foxtail to “migrate” deeper into the coat with time. Because of the barbs, it cannot move back out again. So it will continue to go deeper and deeper wherever it lands. This can be a very serious situation. It can sometimes be fatal.
Personally last year over one weekend I had 2 medical emergencies with both Ebony, my black lab mix, and Barney, my yellow lab. Imagine both of them the same weekend having medical problems due to foxtails. In all the years we’ve lived in Cool this is the first time for any of our dogs. Ebony was the first one to exhibit a problem with her ear. So off to the Vets she went where they put her out and removed 2 foxtails from her ear. We had to administer medicine to that ear until it was all gone. I’m not sure if at the same time she had one in her other ear that could easily be removed. Then later that weekend Barney showed signs of an infected area on the side of his face. So off to the Vets he went and this foxtail had entered through his mouth and then got into his saliva gland causing an infection. If we hadn’t been observant, he could have developed an abscess which would have been even more serious. He was treated and came through with flying colors.
Start now checking your property for these menaces – you can’t miss them. Please do whatever you can to make your yards weed-free. Keep your pets’ fur short especially the feet and ears which will prevent foxtails from hitchhiking. Trimming your property should be done as the hills and surrounding areas are turning brown and every 6-8 weeks until the end of September. Check over your pets daily by brushing them because if you find one on their coats more than likely there will be more. Be observant – they can enter ears, eyes, skin, noses, throats, chests, and between their toes. Watch for any behavior that will indicate something is wrong, like shaking their heads, pawing at their mouths, eyes, etc.
Talk to your vets, go online, and the same as with the West Nile Virus, be as informed as you can possibly be for the sake and protection of the furries you love.
Spring has arrived and there are 2 very important topics I would like to cover this month – West Nile Virus and Foxtails.
I’ve seen the coverage on TV asking everyone to check around our homes, properties and anyplace there might be standing water. This is the breeding ground for mosquitoes and their eggs. They are the carriers of this disease as well as dead birds who may have been infected. I already stressed this at my home as I squished a little blood sucker in my bedroom that anywhere there were buckets, troughs, pails, ponds, etc. to dump that water out and then only then put water where it was needed for our dogs. I haven’t really walked around checking all these holders of standing water, but I did see a few standing on their sides empty. Sometime during the next few days I will do a more thorough check. It is best to be safe rather than sorry and have a loved one or even you become infected with this terrible illness which can kill. If you need more help with this or more information go online, talk to your vets, your doctors. In this case ignorance is not bliss.
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I am sure living in our area most people who are owned by a pet are familiar with the word “Foxtail” as it is a huge hazard to our pets (primarily dogs). Our area, as well as other locations that have limited rainfall and certain months where there is no rain, are prime locations for this pest. It could be considered an ideal place to live but it also makes a ripe environment for all different types of weeds. Most of these weeds are not harmful. But one weed in particular, while being completely non-toxic, is an extreme threat to our pets. While this weed can grow almost anywhere in the world, certain areas of California have the best environment for it and it can grow anywhere from covered hills to empty lots, vacant land, or your own backyard.
Wild barley is commonly called ‘foxtail’ or ‘foxtail Brome grass’ due to the distinctive shape of its seed cluster. During the early spring, these weeds start to populate anywhere the seeds had been carried the previous summer. While green, they pose little danger. Once the seeds mature and the plant begins to wither(around May most years), the seeds can fall of the plant, either by blowing in the wind(less common) or by sticking to the hair coat of a passing animal(most common). These seeds are ideally suited to transmission via animals because of their shape. They are “V” shape, with a sharp point on one end and microscopic barbs on the other. These barbs and this “V” shape allow the seed to firmly attach to the coat. Later, during grooming or running through other plants, the seeds can be knocked off and will sit in the soil until the following spring.
While this structure is a wonderful adaptation for this plant, this mechanism can cause a lot of problems for the animal “ride” it attaches to. This structure allows for the foxtail to “migrate” deeper into the coat with time. Because of the barbs, it cannot move back out again. So it will continue to go deeper and deeper wherever it lands. This can be a very serious situation. It can sometimes be fatal.
Personally last year over one weekend I had 2 medical emergencies with both Ebony, my black lab mix, and Barney, my yellow lab. Imagine both of them the same weekend having medical problems due to foxtails. In all the years we’ve lived in Cool this is the first time for any of our dogs. Ebony was the first one to exhibit a problem with her ear. So off to the Vets she went where they put her out and removed 2 foxtails from her ear. We had to administer medicine to that ear until it was all gone. I’m not sure if at the same time she had one in her other ear that could easily be removed. Then later that weekend Barney showed signs of an infected area on the side of his face. So off to the Vets he went and this foxtail had entered through his mouth and then got into his saliva gland causing an infection. If we hadn’t been observant, he could have developed an abscess which would have been even more serious. He was treated and came through with flying colors.
Start now checking your property for these menaces – you can’t miss them. Please do whatever you can to make your yards weed-free. Keep your pets’ fur short especially the feet and ears which will prevent foxtails from hitchhiking. Trimming your property should be done as the hills and surrounding areas are turning brown and every 6-8 weeks until the end of September. Check over your pets daily by brushing them because if you find one on their coats more than likely there will be more. Be observant – they can enter ears, eyes, skin, noses, throats, chests, and between their toes. Watch for any behavior that will indicate something is wrong, like shaking their heads, pawing at their mouths, eyes, etc.
Talk to your vets, go online, and the same as with the West Nile Virus, be as informed as you can possibly be for the sake and protection of the furries you love.
First Column in Gold Country Monthly - March 2009
FYI for Furry Friends
To one and all this is my first column in the Gold Country Monthly. My writing may sound familiar to some as it is inspired and influenced by my beloved cat, Timmy, who previously created the Pet Corner in the Town Crier. Since he has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, I felt it was my duty to carry on his work as a pet rights advocate, sharing any and all helpful information for those who have been entrusted with a pet.
Here is some interesting information I received about a disease called Zoonosis. It has to do with roundworms which can be transmitted from pets to people. The following is a true story from a Mother’s Perspective on Zoonosis.
Jennifer Ronan never imagined that taking her son Christopher to a neighborhood playground could make him sick. She learned that the most innocent of places can hold hidden dangers if you are unaware. Jennifer took excellent care of her son and her family. Christopher was up to date on his vaccinations. After each annual checkup he got a clean bill of health. After his 4th birthday his checkup stayed the same except his doctor suggested that he have an eye exam which is what optometrists recommend for 4 year olds.
So Christopher went to see Dr. David Milliken for his first eye exam and that was the day that this family’s whole world came apart. Immediately it became obvious that something wasn’t right – Christopher could not see out of his left eye. The doctor confirmed the news that Christopher was partially blind in that eye. Two days later he was diagnosed with toxocariasis by Dr. Tatsua Hirose, one of the best retinal specialists in the country. He confirmed that Christopher had contracted ocular larva migrans, a serious health condition in which one or more roundworm larvae became trapped in the eye, causing a dense scar in the retina.
Dr. Hirose conducted a series of tests and performed an examination, but he wasn’t able to determine the exact source of disease transmission. Ben, their black Lab, and Maggie, their yellow Lab, were eliminated as possible infection sources, as was their calico kitty, Amelia.
All of their pets were on heartworm preventative that controls and treats roundworms and hookworms. Also their pets have never been positive for the presence of worms during their annual checkups.
After an intense investigation about their daily routines and Christopher’s play habits, it became apparent that he contracted ocular larva migrans from playing in a public sandbox or playground. Near where they live is such a place which has a sandbox, swing set, and green lawn for soccer games. It is also a place that could easily harbor roundworm-infected waste. Not once when they were building sandcastles in the sandbox and playing ball in the park did they consider this neighborhood play area or any other such place, like school playgrounds, parks and sandboxes a potential hazard for their son. Today Christopher is a normal kindergartner, learning to write his letters and numbers, doing karate, and enjoying time with his family and friends. However his lost vision will never be restored.
Ask your vets about the risks of these diseases and how to keep your pets and yourselves safe.
Kathy Hanson
To one and all this is my first column in the Gold Country Monthly. My writing may sound familiar to some as it is inspired and influenced by my beloved cat, Timmy, who previously created the Pet Corner in the Town Crier. Since he has gone to the Rainbow Bridge, I felt it was my duty to carry on his work as a pet rights advocate, sharing any and all helpful information for those who have been entrusted with a pet.
Here is some interesting information I received about a disease called Zoonosis. It has to do with roundworms which can be transmitted from pets to people. The following is a true story from a Mother’s Perspective on Zoonosis.
Jennifer Ronan never imagined that taking her son Christopher to a neighborhood playground could make him sick. She learned that the most innocent of places can hold hidden dangers if you are unaware. Jennifer took excellent care of her son and her family. Christopher was up to date on his vaccinations. After each annual checkup he got a clean bill of health. After his 4th birthday his checkup stayed the same except his doctor suggested that he have an eye exam which is what optometrists recommend for 4 year olds.
So Christopher went to see Dr. David Milliken for his first eye exam and that was the day that this family’s whole world came apart. Immediately it became obvious that something wasn’t right – Christopher could not see out of his left eye. The doctor confirmed the news that Christopher was partially blind in that eye. Two days later he was diagnosed with toxocariasis by Dr. Tatsua Hirose, one of the best retinal specialists in the country. He confirmed that Christopher had contracted ocular larva migrans, a serious health condition in which one or more roundworm larvae became trapped in the eye, causing a dense scar in the retina.
Dr. Hirose conducted a series of tests and performed an examination, but he wasn’t able to determine the exact source of disease transmission. Ben, their black Lab, and Maggie, their yellow Lab, were eliminated as possible infection sources, as was their calico kitty, Amelia.
All of their pets were on heartworm preventative that controls and treats roundworms and hookworms. Also their pets have never been positive for the presence of worms during their annual checkups.
After an intense investigation about their daily routines and Christopher’s play habits, it became apparent that he contracted ocular larva migrans from playing in a public sandbox or playground. Near where they live is such a place which has a sandbox, swing set, and green lawn for soccer games. It is also a place that could easily harbor roundworm-infected waste. Not once when they were building sandcastles in the sandbox and playing ball in the park did they consider this neighborhood play area or any other such place, like school playgrounds, parks and sandboxes a potential hazard for their son. Today Christopher is a normal kindergartner, learning to write his letters and numbers, doing karate, and enjoying time with his family and friends. However his lost vision will never be restored.
Ask your vets about the risks of these diseases and how to keep your pets and yourselves safe.
Kathy Hanson
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Timmy deserved this!
The March issue of the Town Crier gave Timmy something special - a front page good-bye to him by me. It had his picture, too. What a wonderful way to thank him and me for his(our) 10 years of writing service to the Georgetown Divide. I am so grateful for this, too.
Kathy
Kathy
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A message from Timmy
In the early part of this past February I had purchased some of Timmy's KD dry pet food at our Vet's office. I also got him 2 toy mice (one bright blue and one bright yellow). When I came home he was reclining on our bed so I tossed them on the bed. He looked at them and at me and continued reclining while I was present. Later that evening I discovered the yellow mouse was no where to be found. Of course when I asked Timmy he pleaded the 5th Amendment. Then yesterday morning (2 weeks after his passing) when I got up and before I put on my glasses I noticed something on the floor next to the big black pillow bed where Ebony was sleeping. Since I wasn't sure what it was I used something to pick it up and then I put on my glasses. I was holding one very chewed up yellow toy mouse. Where Ebony found it I will never know as she is also pleading the 5th Amendment. I put it in a little plastic bag and later that day I shared it with my friends at the Vet's office. During that evening I was standing in the hallway which leads to the bedrooms when I thought I saw 2 shiny eyes staring at me from Timmy's doorway and that was followed by a dark shape running first from that room to our bedroom and back again. Now you see it then you don't! Perhaps it was Timmy's way of getting in touch. It left me with a strange yet comforting feeling.
Kathy
Kathy
Sunday, March 1, 2009
My future and Life goes on
Effective in March I will be writing a new column which will appear in the Gold Country Monthly. This is a free paper that can be found in 17 different places in and around Cool. I will be using Timmy's cartoon and the first column is titled FYI for Furry Friends. For those who have access to this newspaper I hope you will enjoy my new endeavor. I will be happy to send a copy of my columns to anyone who can't get this newspaper. Just email me at
1coolcat@att.net.
Kathy
1coolcat@att.net.
Kathy
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
With all my love for Timmy
I can't believe you are gone. Monday 2/16/09 at 10:00 PM you left me so suddenly and journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge. My life seems so empty and I am so lost without you. I look for you; I talk to you; I listen for you, but you are not here with me anymore. I know your spirit will always be with me and you are now and for always in my heart. There will never be another Timmy, the Tiger. I thank God for giving you to me and letting us share 10 1/2 years of our lives. It was too short and you should have stayed a lot longer. I send you all my love as you wait for me with your brother cat, Sammie, and your sister dog, Brandy.
Till we meet again, my dear sweet kitty love.....
Your Mom, Kathy
Till we meet again, my dear sweet kitty love.....
Your Mom, Kathy
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Decision about Pet Corner by Timmy, the Tiger
The information about the end of our column did not include the fact that the newspaper and those in charge decided they wanted to go in another direction in the paper. So no more Pet Corner - the end of a decade(actually almost a decade). I was torn in 2 directions when I got the email with that decision - first, perhaps the timing was right and second, a feeling of loss of something I felt was very important - the sharing of information for pet lovers, owners, and our readers. Thanks to Chris Davis and all her encouragement my sad feelings were short lived. Together we set up this blog and hopefully anyone who follows it (in the upper right hand corner anyone can become a follower of our blog - check it out) will continue to enjoy Timmy's words of kitty wisdom.
I get lots of valuable information from various publications that I feel should be shared with anyone who cares for a pet, any kind of pet. That is what we will continue to do on our blog.
I get lots of valuable information from various publications that I feel should be shared with anyone who cares for a pet, any kind of pet. That is what we will continue to do on our blog.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tiger's Tale
Here’s a mini-Timmy, the Tiger biography.
I was born in June of 1998 somewhere in the wilds of the Georgetown Divide. My kitty Mom was either ‘feral’ or was thrown away and had become feral. A very nice lady named Sue Reese found Mom and us kittens – she found homes for my brother-sister kittens. Nobody wanted Mom or me. Kitty Mom was very unsociable because of her previous existence and I was 6 weeks old – only 1 pound – iller than a catepillar (I love that phrase). With Kitty Mom and me in her car she began searching for someone to adopt us. Stopping at Placer Savings (the Bank’s name at that time) in downtown Cool, she was directed over to Farmers Insurance behind the Bank to my future Mom. Sadly she had lost her beloved Amanda in July. Her desire was to find a kitty in need of love, TLC and a new home. Well, guess what – Sue brought her over to the car where she met Kitty Mom and me. It was love at first sight for both of us. The next 2 days were spent with Pet Doctor visits and I was put in quarantine for 2 weeks in my new home. I had my own room complete with an old fashion Word Processor. And so my career as a writer began. My first written creation was a newsletter to friends and family introducing the newest member of the family. The only problem because of my health situation I couldn’t meet or bond with any of the other fuzzy family members or the Dad person. I did bond indirectly with Brandy, the Chocolate Lab through the half door of my room. Of course Sam being Mr. Equal Opportunity cat accepted me with no questions asked. At Christmas of 1998 I did my second written creation, a Merry Christmas holiday newsletter once again to friends and family. Mom figured this was the start of a whole new adventure and career for both of us. And so in March of 1999 Pet Connection debuted in the Divide Harvester. Finally and I might add successfully we started the Pet Corner in the Town Crier and Pet Corner.
I was born in June of 1998 somewhere in the wilds of the Georgetown Divide. My kitty Mom was either ‘feral’ or was thrown away and had become feral. A very nice lady named Sue Reese found Mom and us kittens – she found homes for my brother-sister kittens. Nobody wanted Mom or me. Kitty Mom was very unsociable because of her previous existence and I was 6 weeks old – only 1 pound – iller than a catepillar (I love that phrase). With Kitty Mom and me in her car she began searching for someone to adopt us. Stopping at Placer Savings (the Bank’s name at that time) in downtown Cool, she was directed over to Farmers Insurance behind the Bank to my future Mom. Sadly she had lost her beloved Amanda in July. Her desire was to find a kitty in need of love, TLC and a new home. Well, guess what – Sue brought her over to the car where she met Kitty Mom and me. It was love at first sight for both of us. The next 2 days were spent with Pet Doctor visits and I was put in quarantine for 2 weeks in my new home. I had my own room complete with an old fashion Word Processor. And so my career as a writer began. My first written creation was a newsletter to friends and family introducing the newest member of the family. The only problem because of my health situation I couldn’t meet or bond with any of the other fuzzy family members or the Dad person. I did bond indirectly with Brandy, the Chocolate Lab through the half door of my room. Of course Sam being Mr. Equal Opportunity cat accepted me with no questions asked. At Christmas of 1998 I did my second written creation, a Merry Christmas holiday newsletter once again to friends and family. Mom figured this was the start of a whole new adventure and career for both of us. And so in March of 1999 Pet Connection debuted in the Divide Harvester. Finally and I might add successfully we started the Pet Corner in the Town Crier and Pet Corner.
The end of a decade
It’s hard to find the words to express my feelings about my column coming to an end in the Town Crier. After almost 10 years of first creating the Pet Connection in the Divide Harvester in 1999 and then the Pet Corner in the Town Crier thanks to Editor Mark it is time to say good-bye to all my fans, readers, friends and anyone else who has received enjoyment from my column. When I started I was a little kitty not quite 1 year of age who had learned to use my Mom’s word processor which was the start of my writing career. In 2005 I was permitted to submit some stories to the Chicken Soup for Cat Lovers because I was a cat who wrote and I followed their rules. Unfortunately at that time they received so many submissions that my stories as well as many other cat writers fell by the wayside.
At least the experience was well worth the effort.
The whole purpose of the column was to first be an Animal Rights Advocate speaking out for all pets who couldn’t speak for themselves and then to teach all pet caregivers that their pets were not pieces of property but rather members of their families. I feel that I definitely accomplished this feat. Hopefully the experience of writing my column will lead me to continue to find a way to share my stories, vital pet information and feelings some time in the future – some where else.
So until we meet again, a big PURRRRR, nose nuzzle and snuggle to one and all from me,
Timmy, the Tiger
Email address: 1coolkat@att.net
At least the experience was well worth the effort.
The whole purpose of the column was to first be an Animal Rights Advocate speaking out for all pets who couldn’t speak for themselves and then to teach all pet caregivers that their pets were not pieces of property but rather members of their families. I feel that I definitely accomplished this feat. Hopefully the experience of writing my column will lead me to continue to find a way to share my stories, vital pet information and feelings some time in the future – some where else.
So until we meet again, a big PURRRRR, nose nuzzle and snuggle to one and all from me,
Timmy, the Tiger
Email address: 1coolkat@att.net
Monday, January 26, 2009
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