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Post by BIuebird on Jul 22, 2019 2:17:56 GMT
Mr. Bluebird got me this sign from the ostrich farm in Arizona, where they also had lorikeet feeding. He thought it was appropriate because Disco always screams whenever someone comes into her room, unless it's me. I don't think she knows what to make of it, though! "Is that me?!"
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Post by dillwyn on Jul 22, 2019 13:34:31 GMT
Helmut I'm so sorry I'd missed the loss of Chula ... my sympathies, it is tough. She looked a beautiful cat.
I say this as we had a dreadful start to the week as we also lost one of our lovely cats Daisy this morning. It was painful, unexpected and quick, she was only 9 and we are all so upset. My youngest was especially close and used to spend hours with her. she will be missed massively
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Post by Horacewimp on Jul 22, 2019 15:34:26 GMT
So sorry to hear about Daisy dillwyn pets become part of the family and it’s so difficult when they pass on, you and your family are in my thoughts.
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Post by vlogdance on Jul 22, 2019 18:33:50 GMT
Really sorry to hear of the loss of Daisy, dillwyn. It's so hard when you lose a furry family member.
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Post by Helmut83 on Jul 23, 2019 6:29:03 GMT
Thanks, dillwyn ! And how bad that you are having to go through the same situation yourself. My condolences about Daisy, she was a beautiful cat too with that marble-like furr. If it's hard as an adult I can't imagine how hard it must be four your youngest kid, all pets losses are painful but those with whom you developed a special bond are on another level.
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Post by Grroosss on Jul 23, 2019 15:31:22 GMT
Sad to hear about Daisy, dillwyn, losing a pet is always tough. Wishing you and your family the best
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Post by BIuebird on Jul 23, 2019 16:11:50 GMT
I am so sorry to hear about your poor kitty, dillwyn . Much love and healing to you and your family, especially your little one.
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Post by dillwyn on Jul 23, 2019 18:37:14 GMT
Thank you for all your lovely messages, you are very kind. Daisy was a wonderful companion for my son, they spent hours and hours together. He was bullied all through last year in school and she used to seek him out and cwtch everyday after school and just be together every evening and weekend. She was a tremendous source of comfort for him during such a tough time. This year has been better but have remained close, he will carry her in his heart forever.
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Post by eloneen on Jul 23, 2019 19:00:57 GMT
Daisy does seem like she was a very dear friend indeed! So sorry, dillwyn. Your son ( and your family) is fortunate to have had that special relationship with her.
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Post by BSJ on Jul 24, 2019 1:57:49 GMT
dillwyn , eloneen is right. Your son learned what friendship is through Daisy.
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Post by Helmut83 on Jul 24, 2019 6:40:35 GMT
I second what BSJ says, friends who have been there in the tough ones will always be the best. You might be out of the bad situations later on, you might make new friends, but those who have been there in the toughest times will always be kept in a special place. What an awful thing bulling is, by the way. It's among the lowest human miseries. Those who relate children to innocence have clearly never witnessed bullying in schools. Some kids are evil, and when kids are evil they are the most raw, brutal, ruthless kind of evil. I never bought into the "childhood-innocence" pairing. One thing is inexperience, another very different is innocence. I'm sorry your kid had to go through that shit, dillwyn .
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Post by nobodyschild on Jul 24, 2019 20:45:12 GMT
dillwyn so sorry to hear about Daisy, I know pets are some of the best listeners and comforters. Coincidentally this popped up on my Pinterest feed this morning and might be a nice way to help cope: Attachment Deleted
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Post by dillwyn on Jul 25, 2019 19:52:32 GMT
I second what BSJ says, friends who have been there in the tough ones will always be the best. You might be out of the bad situations later on, you might make new friends, but those who have been there in the toughest times will always be kept in a special place. What an awful thing bulling is, by the way. It's among the lowest human miseries. Those who relate children to innocence have clearly never witnessed bullying in schools. Some kids are evil, and when kids are evil they are the most raw, brutal, ruthless kind of evil. I never bought into the "childhood-innocence" pairing. One thing is inexperience, another very different is innocence. I'm sorry your kid had to go through that shit, dillwyn . My youngest is the gentlest soul you will ever meet and given his nature (through a life long condition) he will always be a target probably. His connection with Daisy was special and is what we will celebrate and remember, let's forget those who have taken too much of our time. I'm sure they will have their own challenges.
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Post by Helmut83 on Jul 25, 2019 22:34:36 GMT
BIuebird: here's my post about the ñandú/rhea we had as a pet: Didn't you say your ñandú was best friends with a sheep and they went everywhere together? Poor ñandú he had an identity crisis while growing, because we got him really young (his mother had been killed by hunters) and there was no one else of his species around. At first he followed us humans, but then we weren't all the time in the country so he had to find another adoptive family member/s. He was with the dogs for some time but he pecked their eyes so the dogs lost patience and didn't want him around. So he ended up being mates with a motherless sheep who was around, they went everywhere together and slept the ñandú on top of the sheep. Weird team it was. I've found a couple of photos of him but only when he was very young, which is a pity because what was impressive about him is his size when he grew up. But in those times you had to pay for each photo and we weren't exactly rich so my father was stingy with the photos. Also, at first having him was a novelty, then we got used to it. These are all the photos of Beto the Ñandú I could find: Here he was only a newly born chicken and followed my older sister as if she were his mother
Close up Look how tiny he was then. Then when he grew up he could peck the horses' eyes. It's incredible to think that such a small and cute chicken then evolves to be such a fearsome creature. Here he's a bit more grown up: I was trying to teach him respect. I must have been about 15 then but it seems I already had a brilliant aura around me. And I'm pretty sure this has to be the sheep he was friends with, but there isn't a picture of the two together: Dare I ask what eventually happened to the ñandú? I bet the dogs were glad to see the back of him. And did you ever name him? Yeah, it was named Beto. Years later he suddenly appeared dead one morning. We never knew what happened, it could have been he ate the wrong thing and got poisoned or a horse kicked him. After he was separated from the sheep he decided to live with the horses and many times you saw him carelessly pecking them in the belly for flies and insects, which was dangerous as horses are very ticklish, so it could have been that. It was sad-funny but the dogs cried beside his dead body for one or two days until he was removed from there. When he was alive they engaged in quite violent fights all the time (the ñandú was way more fierce, but the dogs were 3 or 4 so they could rival him by fighting all together), but then when he died they seemed heartbroken. The way Helmut83 's dogs reacted to Beto's death is really interesting. Maybe it was respect between warriors for a worthy adversary? Could be that, because they formed a fierce but even rivalry, or it could also be that they thought they had gained the right to kill him some day and someone spoiled their party. You'd think "how do 3 dogs not beat a bird?", but when ñandús grow up they are like this: The small one is the size of Beto when we first had him (like in the photos), then he grew up and was like the big one. Not a typical pet I must admit. Their pecking is really hard (I have experienced it when feeding it), but their feet are their #1 weapon. They kick very strongly and their middle nail is like a razorblade which can cut seriously in a single kick if well placed. At times when people came to visit if Beto was around they didn't dare get down from the car or the horse until we locked him inside a corral. To answer your question: it was always well-behaved with humans, it never attack or hurt anyone, but this is what happened when it grew up: he had a big rivalry with a pack of 3 dogs that were there. When we were walking in the middle of the countryside and he spotted the dogs from the distance, he would usually come running at them to start a fight (and those birds can run). At times the dogs faced him but others they cowarded and tried to seek shelter behind humans, so if this was the case you suddenly had a massive bird in attack mode right beside you, and it was scary. Again, it was only interested in attacking the dogs, when humans were alone he just got close peacefully to see if you fed him with something or just walked along with you. During that time you could go trekking all the way with the ñandú (as long as the dogs weren't there). A couple of guests we invited and took on these treks were amazed by the experience of talking a walk with such a huge bird joining the group.
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Post by queenofthehours on Jul 26, 2019 17:23:46 GMT
I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Helmut83 . Chula was a beautiful soul who surely lived the best possible life she could with you. You'll never forget her and that's the most important thing because you can enjoy her memory forever.
dillwyn , it's such sad news to hear about Daisy. The most affecting thing about pets, and perhaps cats especially, is that they are like little living, breathing pieces of your soul covered in fur. I can't explain it any better.
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