Losing a friend.
 

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 12:28*pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. *We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 12:28*pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. *We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sorry about your cat. We have a cat next door to us at our lake house
that wants to adopt us. But we're only there on weekends and
occasional long weeks during the summer. But he often hears us drive
up and comes running over. Very friendly with everyone so I think
he's mostly ignored by his owners. I've started keeping some cat food
for him out there. As long as we're there he'll hang out in our yard
or sleep on our deck. Follows me around when I do yard work. We rent
a few weeks during the summer and we've had a number of renters that
also had him hang around and said he is a great cat.

Losing a friend.
 

"Boater" wrote in message
...


I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.


It's amazing how attached one can become to a pet dog or cat.
They don't ask for much and are loyal no matter how much of a jerk the owner
is.

My sincere condolensces.

Eisboch

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 1:41*pm, "Eisboch" wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message

...

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat..

It's amazing how attached one can become to a pet dog or cat.
They don't ask for much and are loyal no matter how much of a jerk the owner
is.

My sincere condolensces.

Eisboch

Gawd...the two remaing look just like the 2 of 6 I have. 1 is feral,
and I'd love to play catch with dip****pic with him.

Pay no attention to asswipe loogywaitaminuteherring...he's most likely
got a Pot-Bellied Pig for a pet....or spouse.

Losing a friend.
 

On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sorry about your cat, Harry. When we put our last cat down, with a stomach
tumor the size of an egg, I bawled like a damn baby.

It *is* possible to get very attached to a cat, even though us 'manly'
types hate to admit it.
--
John H.

Losing a friend.
 

wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sorry about your cat. We have a cat next door to us at our lake house
that wants to adopt us. But we're only there on weekends and
occasional long weeks during the summer. But he often hears us drive
up and comes running over. Very friendly with everyone so I think
he's mostly ignored by his owners. I've started keeping some cat food
for him out there. As long as we're there he'll hang out in our yard
or sleep on our deck. Follows me around when I do yard work. We rent
a few weeks during the summer and we've had a number of renters that
also had him hang around and said he is a great cat.


Cats are great pets.

Losing a friend.
 

Eisboch wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message
...


I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.


It's amazing how attached one can become to a pet dog or cat.
They don't ask for much and are loyal no matter how much of a jerk the owner
is.

My sincere condolensces.

Eisboch



Thanks. It's tough. Casper had a really high quality, long life with us,
for which I am grateful. He would have been long dead had he "stayed"
with his irresponsible original owner in Florida.

Losing a friend.
 

Losing a friend.
 

JohnH wrote:
On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sorry about your cat, Harry. When we put our last cat down, with a stomach
tumor the size of an egg, I bawled like a damn baby.

It *is* possible to get very attached to a cat, even though us 'manly'
types hate to admit it.


Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time,
probably because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.

Losing a friend.
 

Boater wrote in news:6p5f9kF6evqrU1
@mid.individual.net:

I lost a friend...



My deepest condolences and sympathy - I've been there, and it hurts like
hell.

Losing a friend.
 

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...


My deepest sympathy.

Losing a friend.
 

On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater
wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

My condolences.
You really don't know what you've had until it's gone.

--Vic

Losing a friend.
 

Jim Willemin wrote:
Boater wrote in news:6p5f9kF6evqrU1
@mid.individual.net:

I lost a friend...



My deepest condolences and sympathy - I've been there, and it hurts like
hell.


Thanks. This is not the first pet we've lost and it won't be the last.
It sure does not get easier.

Losing a friend.
 

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater
wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

My condolences.
You really don't know what you've had until it's gone.

--Vic


Isn't that the truth.

Losing a friend.
 

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg


We have a skinny assed 16.5 year old cat that is loosing weight by the
day. This cat grew up with a German Shepard Dog. The GSD came into the
house on a Thursday and the very next day the cat entered our house,
both 8 weeks old. The two grew up together and by the time they were a
year old the GSD was 110 lbs and the cat was 16 lbs. The two got along
very well, even sleeping together.

We had to put the GSD down when his hips started to disintegrate and he
developed fist sized nerve ending tumors on about a daily basis.

Our cat used to be the stud of the neighborhood. But, in the last few
years the younger cats have taken over and he rarely goes outside. He
just stares out the window watching the world go by thinking of what
used to be.

Even though I am an avowed dog person I still make a point to make this
cat's life as easy as possible.

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 12:28*pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. *We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sucks man, sorry to hear that.. Cool looking cat...

Losing a friend.
 

wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sucks man, sorry to hear that.. Cool looking cat...


Thanks for your thoughts. We buried Casper this afternoon.

The three guys got along amazingly well. They enjoyed each other's
company. Last night, Cal, the "middle cat" in the photo (the Maine coon
cat) was wandering around the house, obviously looking for his buddy
Casper. He's still looking. Pretty sad.

Losing a friend.
 

"Boater" wrote in message
...


Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time, probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.



Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.

Losing a friend.
 

Don White wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message
...

Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time, probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.



Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.






17 is up there for a cat. You're lucky. We were, too. Thanks for your
thoughts.

Losing a friend.
 

On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 18:24:57 -0500, BAR wrote:

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg


We have a skinny assed 16.5 year old cat that is loosing weight by the
day. This cat grew up with a German Shepard Dog. The GSD came into the
house on a Thursday and the very next day the cat entered our house,
both 8 weeks old. The two grew up together and by the time they were a
year old the GSD was 110 lbs and the cat was 16 lbs. The two got along
very well, even sleeping together.

We had to put the GSD down when his hips started to disintegrate and he
developed fist sized nerve ending tumors on about a daily basis.

Our cat used to be the stud of the neighborhood. But, in the last few
years the younger cats have taken over and he rarely goes outside. He
just stares out the window watching the world go by thinking of what
used to be.

Even though I am an avowed dog person I still make a point to make this
cat's life as easy as possible.

Our cat started getting real skinny, and then losing interest in grooming.
We took him to the vet, who x-rayed and found the tumor in the stomach.
Then it was a matter of picking the day. The same thing happened about two
years later to another of our cats. Both cats came from the same pound in
Germany, but the vet said it was just coincidence.
--
John H

"All decisions are the result of binary thinking."

Losing a friend.
 

wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.

I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death, to
people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.

Losing a friend.
 

Losing a friend.
 

JohnH wrote:
On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 18:24:57 -0500, BAR wrote:

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

We have a skinny assed 16.5 year old cat that is loosing weight by the
day. This cat grew up with a German Shepard Dog. The GSD came into the
house on a Thursday and the very next day the cat entered our house,
both 8 weeks old. The two grew up together and by the time they were a
year old the GSD was 110 lbs and the cat was 16 lbs. The two got along
very well, even sleeping together.

We had to put the GSD down when his hips started to disintegrate and he
developed fist sized nerve ending tumors on about a daily basis.

Our cat used to be the stud of the neighborhood. But, in the last few
years the younger cats have taken over and he rarely goes outside. He
just stares out the window watching the world go by thinking of what
used to be.

Even though I am an avowed dog person I still make a point to make this
cat's life as easy as possible.

Our cat started getting real skinny, and then losing interest in grooming.
We took him to the vet, who x-rayed and found the tumor in the stomach.
Then it was a matter of picking the day. The same thing happened about two
years later to another of our cats. Both cats came from the same pound in
Germany, but the vet said it was just coincidence.


There is a rabies vaccine that was used and is still being used that
causes cancers in cats. Not all cats. Some cats. There's another rabies
vaccine that does not cause cancer.

Losing a friend.
 

D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.

I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death, to
people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.


If it looks like ****, if it smells like ****, well, it's got to be
loogy or krueger...or both.

Losing a friend.
 

"D K" wrote in message
...
wrote:
On Nov 26, 1:41 pm, "Eisboch" wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message

...

I lost a friend...
We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white
cat..
It's amazing how attached one can become to a pet dog or cat.
They don't ask for much and are loyal no matter how much of a jerk the
owner
is.

My sincere condolensces.

Eisboch

Gawd...the two remaing look just like the 2 of 6 I have. 1 is feral,
and I'd love to play catch with dip****pic with him.

Pay no attention to asswipe loogywaitaminuteherring...he's most likely
got a Pot-Bellied Pig for a pet....or spouse.

Six cats? That explains a lot.


I like some cats. Not the wimpy, sit or lay around the house looking pretty
types, but the ones that
spend some time outside, hunting, stalking, etc. They are cool to watch.
I wouldn't mind having one except Mrs.E. has a sneezing attack if she goes
in a room where a cat has recently been in.

Our neighbors adopted a cat that I like a lot, named "Cheddar". It started
hanging around the barn area and the horse paddocks hunting for field mice.
It stays in the neighbor's house at night, but prowls around our property
during the day. At first it wouldn't come near me or allow me to get near
it, but over time he (she?) has become used to me and when I approach, it
lies on it's back and waits to get it's belly rubbed.
Cool cat. Not overly friendly. It will purr a little, get up and rub
against my leg, let me pet it for a minute or two then takes off into the
woods or fields.

Eisboch

Losing a friend.
 

Boater wrote:
D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white
cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who
provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and
night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to
the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is
losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.

I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death, to
people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.


If it looks like ****, if it smells like ****, well, it's got to be
loogy or krueger...or both.

Dig a bigger hole (really big), Krause, and jump in with the cat. Your
landlord won't mind and there certainly won't be a need for a QCD or any
other documents. You will never be missed. Don is too dumb to remember
what he had for lunch.

Losing a friend.
 

"D K" wrote in message
...
Boater wrote:
D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white
cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us
14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who
provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and
night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets,
you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to
the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest
in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing
a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.

I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death, to
people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.


If it looks like ****, if it smells like ****, well, it's got to be loogy
or krueger...or both.

Dig a bigger hole (really big), Krause, and jump in with the cat. Your
landlord won't mind and there certainly won't be a need for a QCD or any
other documents. You will never be missed. Don is too dumb to remember
what he had for lunch.

Garbage day today?
Sure seems to be a lot of trash talkin' from south of the Mason Dixon line.

Losing a friend.
 

Don White wrote:
"D K" wrote in message
...
Boater wrote:
D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white
cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us
14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who
provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and
night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets,
you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to
the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest
in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing
a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg
Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.
I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death, to
people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.

If it looks like ****, if it smells like ****, well, it's got to be loogy
or krueger...or both.
Dig a bigger hole (really big), Krause, and jump in with the cat. Your
landlord won't mind and there certainly won't be a need for a QCD or any
other documents. You will never be missed. Don is too dumb to remember
what he had for lunch.

Garbage day today?
Sure seems to be a lot of trash talkin' from south of the Mason Dixon line.



It's Krueger, the show off for the neighbors guy who bought two crappy
US made BMWs.

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 9:47*pm, D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 1:41 pm, "Eisboch" wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message

...

I lost a friend...
We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat..
It's amazing how attached one can become to a pet dog or cat.
They don't ask for much and are loyal no matter how much of a jerk the owner
is.

My sincere condolensces.

Eisboch

Gawd...the two remaing look just like the 2 of 6 I have. 1 is feral,
and I'd love to play catch with dip****pic with him.

Pay no attention to asswipe loogywaitaminuteherring...he's most likely
got a Pot-Bellied Pig for a pet....or spouse.

Six cats? *That explains a lot.- Hide quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Your wife hasnt given you your Enema yet today...has she? Prunes for "
brekkie"

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 6:57*pm, "Don White" wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message

...



Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time, probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.

Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.

Just like you are attached to your lover/clone/master Harry?

Losing a friend.
 

On Nov 26, 5:58*pm, Boater wrote:
Jim Willemin wrote:
Boater wrote in news:6p5f9kF6evqrU1
@mid.individual.net:

I lost a friend...

My deepest condolences and sympathy - I've been there, and it hurts like
hell.

Thanks. This is not the first pet we've lost and it won't be the last.
It sure does not get easier.

Maybe if you weren't such an asshole in life, it wouldn't be so hard.
You'd have actual human friends.

Losing a friend.
 

wrote in message
...
On Nov 26, 6:57 pm, "Don White" wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message

...



Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time,
probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.

Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and
light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around
her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome
when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.

Just like you are attached to your lover/clone/master Harry?

************************************************** ******

That you LoonyTunes?
Here's the rest of your gang. http://www.nonstick.com/sounds/
Now you can feel right at home talking to them.

Losing a friend.
 

Boater wrote:
Don White wrote:
"D K" wrote in message
...
Boater wrote:
D K wrote:
wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure
white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted
us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who
provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and
night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper
was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back
door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few
days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get
inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little
so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat
and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping
in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your
pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper
to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight
years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all
interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was
"outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to
all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat,
and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to
prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is
losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg
Anyone else, and I would serve up my condolences. But, because you've
been such a prick to so many, life goes on.
I have to agree. Any asshole who routinely wishes harm, or death,
to people here deserves a simple - sucks to be you.

If it looks like ****, if it smells like ****, well, it's got to be
loogy or krueger...or both.
Dig a bigger hole (really big), Krause, and jump in with the cat.
Your landlord won't mind and there certainly won't be a need for a
QCD or any other documents. You will never be missed. Don is too
dumb to remember what he had for lunch.

Garbage day today?
Sure seems to be a lot of trash talkin' from south of the Mason Dixon
line.


It's Krueger, the show off for the neighbors guy who bought two crappy
US made BMWs.

Your jealousy is sickening. It must really hurt knowing that I'm 15-20
years younger than you and I also own my house!

BTW - most of the neighbors have cars as nice as mine.

Losing a friend.