Been reading all the new posts and I so much appreciate all the caring thoughts and good wishes for my lost Jasper. Still no news, hard to take and keep up hope. Every rustle in the grass, noise by the window...he is somewhere.
I have put up over 70 posters, individually put posters in neighbor's mailboxes, talked to all I meet, scoured the area, visited the humane society repeatedly, called and mailed to every vet, rescue agency and feral cat group I can find. After being told of a frequently used cat drop site at a park in an industrial area, I put up posters, fed and talked to some of the friendly ones that came to sit with me in the dark. They tried to tell me their neverending stories...but I couldn't understand their words.
I have now updated my profile and I think it will reveal my email address now. Thanks for understanding.
Although an Easter Story should not be scary, this one was for me. I didn't really pick up Easter treats for my boys because I seem to pick up treats all the time, everywhere I go, so nothing new came their way for Easter. I guess they were mad at me for that, or at least my 11mo old Goldie Moses sure was. My house was quiet today, I had dozed off when suddenly my youngest son raced into my room telling me his Easter basket had been raided. He had taken away a Cadberry egg from Moses earlier, but it had now disappeared from its hiding spot. I jumped up, memories of a previous chocolate adventure with Moses coming to mind. While a wee pup, maybe 2-3 months old, my granddaughter decided to share her chocolate milk with him. She came to tell me because she was mad he had drank it all. An early Sunday morning. My vet was not around. Called another nearby, and the on duty vet told me the dosage to give of hydrogen peroxide to my pup. No results, and was told to give a little more. Finally he blessed my kitchen floor, several times, with his illgotten chocolate milk.
Now here I was in the same fix, my chocolate addicted Moses was at it again...and I'm so careful. Into the kitchen we dragged him again, knowing the carpets would not do well with our desired results. Gave him a portion of hydrogen peroxide again. Nothing. He did cough a little at the awful taste but then ran to drink water. More waiting. Again we gave him some. Waiting..and nothing. A little more down his throat, and immediate results. And oh the results. We counted not one, but two Cadberry eggs, foil and all, a couple Disney hanging ones, foil and gold string attached, at least seven foil items, plus more. And oh the smell of chocolate. Oh bad, bad boy. He really did a number on the chocolate. I'm so glad my son came and told me for Moses would surely have died from the collection in his stomach. My son helped me clean up the mess, feeling bad because he loves the dogs so much. Then we decided we had better dose Sandy too, for he also may have consumed some. After more hydrogen peroxide than Moses needed, Sandy gave us one blessing and came to us for praise and hugs, for alas, no chocolate or foil..good dog. Sandy got a big crunchy dog bone biscuit, Moses got confined to the kitchen as punishment. Oh boy...maybe next year I'd better get the boys special Easter treats so Moses won't be so mad. And my son, maybe he doesn't need an Easter basket. But, he is so very remorseful after watching their agony. I think he has learned his lesson. And Moses, I think he'd do it again.

[This message has been edited by Jasper's Mom (edited April 19, 2001).]