Thank you for the kind words and the donations to Loopy's foster organization. She was a gorgeous little soulful thing. I'll miss her blindly rubbing my legs while I bathed my kiddos in "Loopy's" bathroom - her personal retreat from the rest of the cats and the very curious and hungry dog.
Caring for these little creatures definitely puts positive energy into the universe.
All cats are, in their way, gorgeous soulful things, but in my experience the ones who need a bit of extra care and attention are particularly so. not to anthropomorphize them, but I can't help but think they feel grateful for it, and convey it.
yes, caring for them definitely sends positive energy into the universe. lord knows we need more of that these days. thank you for doing your part.
All the credit goes to my wife and her giant heart. She's the impetus behind this. I'm just lucky enough to be able to love these pathetic little creatures when she gets them for us.
I'm extremely lucky - my current favorite cat is a failed foster that we initially took in to re-home. There was no way I was gonna let that happen. Oscar sleeps on my head now. None of that happens without her compulsion to save all the kitties.
Adoption was exactly what Loopy needed. May have had a hard life, but at least a comfortable death. Loopy left this world loved, which is a blessing to Loopy and all who cared.
My condolences. On some level, regardless of what we might intellectually understand, our parents are supposed to last forever. We are never ready to lose them. And the loss is never easy. Hopefully, you have a lifetime of great experiences, stories and memories.
Thanks to all. I didn't mean to steal Loopy's thunder. Though I like to think that cat and my dad are shooting lightning bolts down from Heaven upon their enemies.
Very sorry to hear this. My deepest condolences to you and your family. May you all have the strength to get through this time, and to be able to celebrate life a bit.
“ I believe that one day I will come to know her in a life that resembles this one not at all.”
We said goodbye to our beloved Australian Shepherd, Yogi, just shy of his 13th birthday. I’d like to think he’s patiently waiting for me to join him someday, wherever he is.
Sorry to hear about Loopy. I lost my beloved kitty Percy several months ago; he was fine up until the last couple of weeks, when an aggressive cancer took his life. (Cancer is pure evil.)
I hope he'll be back targeting my lap again some day.
He was the last of our cats, a solid brown shorthair who lived to be 14. He was completely healthy until the last three months or so, then started falling apart and finally, was gone.
Nineteen years gone in June, and I still miss my parents’ cat, Otis, occasionally. (I’m sure my Mom was directed to Rainbow Bridge for a reunion after she arrived in Heaven last October 26th.)
Sperry went the same way, pancreatic cancer. The last month of so was horrible...I truly hope you're right that Percy will be back in your lap someday.
Seriously, though, last Friday I had to babysit my younger grandkids while their parents took their elderly dog Chloe, who had metastasized cancer, to be euthanized. The kids were sad, but they understood what was going on. Their older brother, who is 13, wanted to go with his parents to the vet. It reminded me a bit from when our neighbor died and Aryeh's father was the same age then so I took him to the funeral. Kids have to learn about death sooner or later.
They adopted Chloe, a mixed breed that had some border collie in her, from a family whose circumstances prevented keeping her. A sweet dog who I'd keep treats for in my car, which meant she'd beg even when I didn't have anything. Dogs are operant conditioning machines.
I think that one reason why we keep pets is that we learn about caring for another being, being responsible for it, without the heightened responsibilities that come with a human being. Also, since almost all of us will survive our pets, they teach us how to deal with loss and grief, again, without the cost of losing a human life.
I feel I might be "Telling my Grandmother how to suck eggs;" but, I have always been fascinated by early sacred scriptures, and the traditions that sprang from them.
IIRC, it was in Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg's book "The Beginning of Desire: Reflections on Genesis" (1995)(hugely recommended!) that I learned of the Oral Tradition that the story of Noah's Flood really is about how Ha-Shem (G_d) grew so disgusted with humankind... because of human sexual abuse of innocent animals.
And that the purpose of the extended stay in the Ark--according to Sanhedrin 108b, Noah was engaged both day and night in feeding and caring for the animals, and did not sleep for the entire year aboard the Ark--was so that humankind could re-learn how to give "Loving Kindness" (and nothing else) to animals.
I think of that whenever I hear a poignant Pet Story. Amen.
OF COURSE, the reason I have never applied to teach Christian Sunday School (of any stripe) is that I know in my bones that I could not keep myself from teaching the little darlings that Noah had a wife... and that her name was Joan.
Noah and his sons must have had to shovel a lot of shit.
There is a tradition that if a carcass is found to not meet kosher standards, the meat should be given to dogs, as a reward because the dogs in Egypt did not bark when the Hebrews exodused in the middle of the night.
Supposedly the bloodline of the modern Canaan dog goes back to the biblical era.
"According to one tradition, refuse was stored on the lowest of the Ark's three decks, humans and clean beasts on the second, and the unclean animals and birds on the top. A differing interpretation described the refuse as being stored on the topmost deck, from where it was shoveled into the sea through a trapdoor."
And about dogs, the Basenji ("the dog who does not care whether you live or die, but at least it is hypo-allergenic") is generally considered to be the "Egyptian Pyramid Hieroglyphic" dog.
our Bible teacher says that everything in the ark was in the Spirit, with no need for any daily feeding or cleanup. the ark is another manifestation of the ark of the covenant which is also the holy of holies--that's as far as i'll go for now!
Well, the way I see it, Loopy was spared from a lonely death in a shelter, and gifted half a year of love and attention. Would donate all over again even knowing the outcome, RIP little guy.
The Greeks believed that of the three basic forms of life - god, man and animal - man had it the worst, because he had the mind of a god but was powerless like an animal. And fully aware of that powerlessness.
That’s a great tribute, but the implication that all the houseflies I’ve had my children killing for a $1 bounty per carcass this summer are waiting for me on the other side is not sitting well.
Jack, Gents, anyone reading this,
Thank you for the kind words and the donations to Loopy's foster organization. She was a gorgeous little soulful thing. I'll miss her blindly rubbing my legs while I bathed my kiddos in "Loopy's" bathroom - her personal retreat from the rest of the cats and the very curious and hungry dog.
Caring for these little creatures definitely puts positive energy into the universe.
Eternally grateful,
Loopy's Foster Dude
Thank you so much for giving her that.
Thank you for everything you did for her
All cats are, in their way, gorgeous soulful things, but in my experience the ones who need a bit of extra care and attention are particularly so. not to anthropomorphize them, but I can't help but think they feel grateful for it, and convey it.
yes, caring for them definitely sends positive energy into the universe. lord knows we need more of that these days. thank you for doing your part.
Thank you for giving her love and a safe home.
Thank you for taking care of her, Thomas.
Thanks are a given, but you’re an absolute stud for taking in Loopy like that. Respect.
All the credit goes to my wife and her giant heart. She's the impetus behind this. I'm just lucky enough to be able to love these pathetic little creatures when she gets them for us.
I'm extremely lucky - my current favorite cat is a failed foster that we initially took in to re-home. There was no way I was gonna let that happen. Oscar sleeps on my head now. None of that happens without her compulsion to save all the kitties.
Fudge.
Was hoping the adoption would be all Loopy needed.
Going to pour one out now while looking at the sticker.
Adoption was exactly what Loopy needed. May have had a hard life, but at least a comfortable death. Loopy left this world loved, which is a blessing to Loopy and all who cared.
i cant keep taking these fuckin deaths bro its a lot to deal with
Me fuckin neither. My dad passed on to the next world last night.
im so sorry man
My condolences. On some level, regardless of what we might intellectually understand, our parents are supposed to last forever. We are never ready to lose them. And the loss is never easy. Hopefully, you have a lifetime of great experiences, stories and memories.
So sorry to hear that.
Oh; my condolences on your loss.
My deepest condolences to you and your family.
Thanks to all. I didn't mean to steal Loopy's thunder. Though I like to think that cat and my dad are shooting lightning bolts down from Heaven upon their enemies.
After I posted that, I literally saw a lightning storm out the window of my flight as it approached my parent's town.
There you go! Someone is listening and watching!
Forget Starsky and Hutch... this is the team-up we need. With soundtrack by the TON.
Very sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing. Hope you’re ok during this difficult time.
Very sorry to hear this. My condolences to you and your family.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord.
Very sorry to hear this. My deepest condolences to you and your family. May you all have the strength to get through this time, and to be able to celebrate life a bit.
Gutted to hear this. Sending power
My condolences! I pray God will grant your whole family grace and peace.
My sincere condolences.
I’m terribly sorry to hear this. My condolences.
It’s hard—lost my Mom last year. My condolences.
Loopy will continue to live on in our hearts. RIP.
Jack did a good thing here. Even if we only extended her life by a few months, it was well worth it.
“ I believe that one day I will come to know her in a life that resembles this one not at all.”
We said goodbye to our beloved Australian Shepherd, Yogi, just shy of his 13th birthday. I’d like to think he’s patiently waiting for me to join him someday, wherever he is.
I lost a dog to nasal cancer, she had the sweetest disposition and I miss her very much, rest in peace, Loopy😢
Sorry to hear about Loopy. I lost my beloved kitty Percy several months ago; he was fine up until the last couple of weeks, when an aggressive cancer took his life. (Cancer is pure evil.)
I hope he'll be back targeting my lap again some day.
Bear was like that.
He was the last of our cats, a solid brown shorthair who lived to be 14. He was completely healthy until the last three months or so, then started falling apart and finally, was gone.
It's been 17 years now.
Obviously you'll remember Bear all your life, as I will Percy.
I genuinely wish I couldn't.
Someone once said hell was being able to remember the good long after it had left your life.
It means you had something worth remembering. Not everyone gets that.
I'm with Jack on this. You had something worth remembering
Nineteen years gone in June, and I still miss my parents’ cat, Otis, occasionally. (I’m sure my Mom was directed to Rainbow Bridge for a reunion after she arrived in Heaven last October 26th.)
I'm sorry for your Percy.
Sperry went the same way, pancreatic cancer. The last month of so was horrible...I truly hope you're right that Percy will be back in your lap someday.
Are you sure it wasn't the Mossad?
Seriously, though, last Friday I had to babysit my younger grandkids while their parents took their elderly dog Chloe, who had metastasized cancer, to be euthanized. The kids were sad, but they understood what was going on. Their older brother, who is 13, wanted to go with his parents to the vet. It reminded me a bit from when our neighbor died and Aryeh's father was the same age then so I took him to the funeral. Kids have to learn about death sooner or later.
They adopted Chloe, a mixed breed that had some border collie in her, from a family whose circumstances prevented keeping her. A sweet dog who I'd keep treats for in my car, which meant she'd beg even when I didn't have anything. Dogs are operant conditioning machines.
I think that one reason why we keep pets is that we learn about caring for another being, being responsible for it, without the heightened responsibilities that come with a human being. Also, since almost all of us will survive our pets, they teach us how to deal with loss and grief, again, without the cost of losing a human life.
I feel I might be "Telling my Grandmother how to suck eggs;" but, I have always been fascinated by early sacred scriptures, and the traditions that sprang from them.
IIRC, it was in Avivah Gottlieb Zornberg's book "The Beginning of Desire: Reflections on Genesis" (1995)(hugely recommended!) that I learned of the Oral Tradition that the story of Noah's Flood really is about how Ha-Shem (G_d) grew so disgusted with humankind... because of human sexual abuse of innocent animals.
And that the purpose of the extended stay in the Ark--according to Sanhedrin 108b, Noah was engaged both day and night in feeding and caring for the animals, and did not sleep for the entire year aboard the Ark--was so that humankind could re-learn how to give "Loving Kindness" (and nothing else) to animals.
I think of that whenever I hear a poignant Pet Story. Amen.
OF COURSE, the reason I have never applied to teach Christian Sunday School (of any stripe) is that I know in my bones that I could not keep myself from teaching the little darlings that Noah had a wife... and that her name was Joan.
Geddit?
"Joan of Ark."
I beg forgiveness.
jean
Noah and his sons must have had to shovel a lot of shit.
There is a tradition that if a carcass is found to not meet kosher standards, the meat should be given to dogs, as a reward because the dogs in Egypt did not bark when the Hebrews exodused in the middle of the night.
Supposedly the bloodline of the modern Canaan dog goes back to the biblical era.
About poop: There are varying traditions about that; Wiki does a pretty good job. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noah%27s_Ark :
"According to one tradition, refuse was stored on the lowest of the Ark's three decks, humans and clean beasts on the second, and the unclean animals and birds on the top. A differing interpretation described the refuse as being stored on the topmost deck, from where it was shoveled into the sea through a trapdoor."
And about dogs, the Basenji ("the dog who does not care whether you live or die, but at least it is hypo-allergenic") is generally considered to be the "Egyptian Pyramid Hieroglyphic" dog.
ciao,
jean
"the dog who does not care whether you live or die, but at least it is hypo-allergenic"
I contend that a dog will keep watch over the body of its owner until it starts to starve. A cat will wait until its first missed meal.
my wife died and the dogs acted like everything was as usual when i found her.
our Bible teacher says that everything in the ark was in the Spirit, with no need for any daily feeding or cleanup. the ark is another manifestation of the ark of the covenant which is also the holy of holies--that's as far as i'll go for now!
Nicely played!!
That’s like the lady who became horribly depressed after she dropped her toothpaste!!
Yes, she was crestfallen!! 😂😂 (There’s a triple entendre in that one!)
Well, the way I see it, Loopy was spared from a lonely death in a shelter, and gifted half a year of love and attention. Would donate all over again even knowing the outcome, RIP little guy.
Well said. We've adopted some senior pets with the same mindset. They get as good a life as we can give them, even if it's for a short time.
RIP Loopy
Way to go!
If you don’t believe that extending loopy’s life even a few months was worth the effort, I encourage you to shorten yours. RIP short king
The Greeks believed that of the three basic forms of life - god, man and animal - man had it the worst, because he had the mind of a god but was powerless like an animal. And fully aware of that powerlessness.
Times like this remind me of that truth.
I’m sure Loopy was grateful for the few months— not necessarily because of the extra time, but because of the quality of the time.
Oh, no .
This is so sad .
As a farm boy I'm well aware that $pending on pets is rarely wise yet for me anyway, they're family members .
-Nate
"All that lives is Holy."
-The Buddha
Thanks to all who cared.
john
That’s a great tribute, but the implication that all the houseflies I’ve had my children killing for a $1 bounty per carcass this summer are waiting for me on the other side is not sitting well.
That doesn’t sound like heaven.
I think it's more selective than that.
Yeah, well, at least you didn't pop someone in cold blood during the Macarena era.
It definitely wasn't for nothing. I'm glad I was able to help.