fuzziesngreys
10-24-2004, 10:34 PM
I just joined a couple days ago. As my name implies, I have 2 big loves in my life-ferrets(often known as fuzzies in the ferret lover world) and Greyhounds. Sadly, right now I'm without either. I'm a vet tech student, and my housing situation only allows one dog. I just lost my sweet ferret last month on September 21st after a long and valient fight with cancer. He was definatly my heartchild!
Currently I have 5 furkids. My dog is the only one that's living with me, my mom is holding my cats until I can have them back.
My dog is my princess. She's a 4 1/2 year old English Springer Spaniel named Kristi May who adopted me from an animal shelter shortly after I lost my blue heeler, Taz. She suffered a hard start in life with an abusive hunter who didn't know the first thing about teaching a dog to hunt! He thought beating her and starving her would make her a better hunting dog! Then he dumped her in a shelter when she wasn't learning fast enough for him. She wouldn't respond to anything but me there, and I wasn't ready. I worked with her and got her adopted. She was returned 2 days later accused of being a "cat killer". She had picked up thier kitten and carried it around the house-she thought it was her baby, if she wanted to hurt it, she would have! But any dog accused of that is euthanized at this shelter. I wouldn't hear of it, so they pulled a few strings and Kristi came home with me, and I've never looked back!
My cats are Patch, Sweet Cheeks, Shay, and Gracie.
Patch is my old lady at 9 1/2 years old that I adopted in 1995. She was rescued as a tiny little kitten being given away infront of a store-I didn't want to see her go to a home that wouldn't give her proper care so she came home with me. I'd lost my old cat a couple months prior and really missed having a cat around.
Sweet Cheeks was an abandoned kitten Patch took in and loved as her own. She turned 7 in June
Shay was my shelter rescue. The vet thinks she's either all or mostly Abyssinian, but I don't care. She was going to be euthanized there just because her original owner didn't care enough about her to have her spayed and she was pregnant. The shelter didn't want to be bothered with kittens, so she came home with me. She only had 2 beautiful kittens that I had neutered and placed in a home together. That was the plan with Shay as well, but obviously that never happened. She was about 3 according to the vet when I adopted her 2 years ago, so she's about 5 now.
Gracie is the baby, she's only 1. She was dumped on my doorstep on Thanksgiving Day last year. She's a beautiful baby-A medium hair blue and cream tortie, and the sweetest little girl I've ever met! She's full of kisses, nose butts, and cuddles.
I also have 3 furkids waiting for me across the bridge, Taz the blue heeler, Sandy the terrier mix, Half Mask the calico cat, and my heartchild, Peek-a-boo Bandit the ferret.
Taz was an abused dog I rescued from life on a 4' chain. He was my first dog and I loved him dearly. He worshiped the ground I walked on following me everywhere, never more then 4' away fro me if he had a choice. Sadly, his abuse and neglect of his first 2 years had a lasting effect on Taz and no behaviorist could cure his aggression problem. If anyone but me got near him, he'd go into attack mode. Finally I had to make the hardest decision of my life and let a young healthy dog cross the bridge on July 10, 2001, before something tragic happened. Life wearing a muzzle 24/7 even at home(he never even warmed up to my family in the 6 months he was with me!) was no way to spend the rest of his life, and I knew it was only a matter of time before by some fluke he got out of my room, or out of the house, and seriously injured someone. He already had taken a chunk out of my brother's lip that required stitches when he didn't think about letting him out to play with him(my brother was 18 at the time).I hope I never have to euthanize a young healthy animal because of a humans neglect again!!!
Sandy was a "present" from my mom. She brought him home from the shelter the same day I euthanized Taz. The shelter tried to talk her out of it saying he was "to old" to make a good pet, but she wouldn't listen. At first I didn't want anything to do with him, but he quickly won me over. He was perfect in every way. From day one there was never one thing chewed, never one accident to clean up, he never did anything wrong! He was wonderful. He went everywhere with us.....except for that one dreadful day in February when my dad wouldn't allow it, and Sandy had to stay with someone while we went out of town. Sadly, they didn't follow our instructions and warnings, and Sandy got away and tried to come home. After wondering the streets for 3 days, we got the call nobody ever wants to get from the vet saying Sandy had been hit by a car. He said every effort had been made to save him but he was to far gone. He left this earth on February 11th, 2002.
Half Mask was my first cat. She grew up with me. She as the only cat I ever had who would never come inside. She hated it, we tried many times but she just wouldn't have it, her self appointed spot was outside watching over the farm animals(we raised chickens, turkeys, pheasant, chucker, and a number or other birds). I found her dead on the side yard, she tried so hard to make it back to the patio where we often sat and snuggled, but she didn't quite make it. I was only 12, and my heart broke. Her jaw was totally seperated-the right top met the bottom left :( We aren't sure if she was hit by a car or kicked by a horse or what. It definatly taught me a lesson on the dangers of outside cats! She left me in body on May 17, 1995, but her spirit will never leave.
Peek-a-boo Bandit was the once in a lifetime pet that you connect with heart and soul. I have never had the level of attatchment with any other animal in my lifetime that I had with my sweet Boo. Even when we where appart, we knew when the other was stressed or not feeling well. Nobody had to tell us anything, we knew. I rescued him from a young gentlemen who I honestly believe did his best, but Boo was in bad shape. He was fed a really poor diet that was putting him in renal failure, his cage was in sore need of cleaning, and he was so starved for attention! The vets didn't think he'd make it long, but he proved them wrong time and time again. I had him for just over 6 years, and he was already 3 1/2 when I got him. That's a ripe old age for a ferret. Cancer finally took him from me, but his legacy will always live on. I promised him before he crossed that whenever there is a ferret in my home, at least one will be a special needs ferret. Boo was special, I miss him daily. The bond we shared was so strong that I doubt I'll ever get that with another ferret, but I plan to keep my promise and adopt another special needs ferret when I'm ready to have a ferret in my home again.
Currently I have 5 furkids. My dog is the only one that's living with me, my mom is holding my cats until I can have them back.
My dog is my princess. She's a 4 1/2 year old English Springer Spaniel named Kristi May who adopted me from an animal shelter shortly after I lost my blue heeler, Taz. She suffered a hard start in life with an abusive hunter who didn't know the first thing about teaching a dog to hunt! He thought beating her and starving her would make her a better hunting dog! Then he dumped her in a shelter when she wasn't learning fast enough for him. She wouldn't respond to anything but me there, and I wasn't ready. I worked with her and got her adopted. She was returned 2 days later accused of being a "cat killer". She had picked up thier kitten and carried it around the house-she thought it was her baby, if she wanted to hurt it, she would have! But any dog accused of that is euthanized at this shelter. I wouldn't hear of it, so they pulled a few strings and Kristi came home with me, and I've never looked back!
My cats are Patch, Sweet Cheeks, Shay, and Gracie.
Patch is my old lady at 9 1/2 years old that I adopted in 1995. She was rescued as a tiny little kitten being given away infront of a store-I didn't want to see her go to a home that wouldn't give her proper care so she came home with me. I'd lost my old cat a couple months prior and really missed having a cat around.
Sweet Cheeks was an abandoned kitten Patch took in and loved as her own. She turned 7 in June
Shay was my shelter rescue. The vet thinks she's either all or mostly Abyssinian, but I don't care. She was going to be euthanized there just because her original owner didn't care enough about her to have her spayed and she was pregnant. The shelter didn't want to be bothered with kittens, so she came home with me. She only had 2 beautiful kittens that I had neutered and placed in a home together. That was the plan with Shay as well, but obviously that never happened. She was about 3 according to the vet when I adopted her 2 years ago, so she's about 5 now.
Gracie is the baby, she's only 1. She was dumped on my doorstep on Thanksgiving Day last year. She's a beautiful baby-A medium hair blue and cream tortie, and the sweetest little girl I've ever met! She's full of kisses, nose butts, and cuddles.
I also have 3 furkids waiting for me across the bridge, Taz the blue heeler, Sandy the terrier mix, Half Mask the calico cat, and my heartchild, Peek-a-boo Bandit the ferret.
Taz was an abused dog I rescued from life on a 4' chain. He was my first dog and I loved him dearly. He worshiped the ground I walked on following me everywhere, never more then 4' away fro me if he had a choice. Sadly, his abuse and neglect of his first 2 years had a lasting effect on Taz and no behaviorist could cure his aggression problem. If anyone but me got near him, he'd go into attack mode. Finally I had to make the hardest decision of my life and let a young healthy dog cross the bridge on July 10, 2001, before something tragic happened. Life wearing a muzzle 24/7 even at home(he never even warmed up to my family in the 6 months he was with me!) was no way to spend the rest of his life, and I knew it was only a matter of time before by some fluke he got out of my room, or out of the house, and seriously injured someone. He already had taken a chunk out of my brother's lip that required stitches when he didn't think about letting him out to play with him(my brother was 18 at the time).I hope I never have to euthanize a young healthy animal because of a humans neglect again!!!
Sandy was a "present" from my mom. She brought him home from the shelter the same day I euthanized Taz. The shelter tried to talk her out of it saying he was "to old" to make a good pet, but she wouldn't listen. At first I didn't want anything to do with him, but he quickly won me over. He was perfect in every way. From day one there was never one thing chewed, never one accident to clean up, he never did anything wrong! He was wonderful. He went everywhere with us.....except for that one dreadful day in February when my dad wouldn't allow it, and Sandy had to stay with someone while we went out of town. Sadly, they didn't follow our instructions and warnings, and Sandy got away and tried to come home. After wondering the streets for 3 days, we got the call nobody ever wants to get from the vet saying Sandy had been hit by a car. He said every effort had been made to save him but he was to far gone. He left this earth on February 11th, 2002.
Half Mask was my first cat. She grew up with me. She as the only cat I ever had who would never come inside. She hated it, we tried many times but she just wouldn't have it, her self appointed spot was outside watching over the farm animals(we raised chickens, turkeys, pheasant, chucker, and a number or other birds). I found her dead on the side yard, she tried so hard to make it back to the patio where we often sat and snuggled, but she didn't quite make it. I was only 12, and my heart broke. Her jaw was totally seperated-the right top met the bottom left :( We aren't sure if she was hit by a car or kicked by a horse or what. It definatly taught me a lesson on the dangers of outside cats! She left me in body on May 17, 1995, but her spirit will never leave.
Peek-a-boo Bandit was the once in a lifetime pet that you connect with heart and soul. I have never had the level of attatchment with any other animal in my lifetime that I had with my sweet Boo. Even when we where appart, we knew when the other was stressed or not feeling well. Nobody had to tell us anything, we knew. I rescued him from a young gentlemen who I honestly believe did his best, but Boo was in bad shape. He was fed a really poor diet that was putting him in renal failure, his cage was in sore need of cleaning, and he was so starved for attention! The vets didn't think he'd make it long, but he proved them wrong time and time again. I had him for just over 6 years, and he was already 3 1/2 when I got him. That's a ripe old age for a ferret. Cancer finally took him from me, but his legacy will always live on. I promised him before he crossed that whenever there is a ferret in my home, at least one will be a special needs ferret. Boo was special, I miss him daily. The bond we shared was so strong that I doubt I'll ever get that with another ferret, but I plan to keep my promise and adopt another special needs ferret when I'm ready to have a ferret in my home again.