The Post Your Pets Thread

I have named my cat Parrot because she's always trying to sit on my shoulder.
 
It's with a broken heart and soggy keyboard that I let everyone know that Zelly passed away early last night from complications with lymphoma and liver cancer. My family and I made the decision to let her go once we learned the lymphoma was causing the breathing difficulty she was brought to the vet for. She passed on in my arms, surrounded by my mom and dad, and my friends at the Humane Society who knew Zelly.

Zelly was adopted at her foster group's apartment complex event two and a half years ago. I had just moved back to St. Louis, and saw flyers outside my apartment for a dog adoption event. I had never actually owned a dog before, but I knew I wanted someone to keep me company at my new apartment. So I went, having no expectations at all, and relatively little knowledge about what I was getting myself into. I remember seeing plenty of dogs that were full of enthusiasm and spunk, and probably got adopted that day... and then there was Zelly; in the corner, under someone's chair, barking at the commotion. I don't exactly remember what it was that made me go "that's the one!" (or what made me see Red later and go "that's the two!"); I was too excited to really remember what happened after I took her for a walk, but I came home with Zelly and Red that day.

I told this story to my girlfriend, who had an idea of what happened...

"Maybe she just knew who dog people were, gravitated towards them, and you noticed."
"Well, I wasn't really a dog person then."
"Maybe you knew who could turn you into a dog person, and you gravitated towards them."

And she did. Her and Red turned me from "someone who has dogs" to "a dog person". For that reason alone, Zelly is irreplaceable in my heart and in my life. My parents were also having problems at home, and Red and Zelly visiting for long periods of time always helped the situation. They eventually stayed at my parents house for good, and changed my parents' life for the better as well.

We made the decision to get a planter with her ashes, and we will plant her tree in my parents' backyard, around the big open space where she would hang out every time she went outside.

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I miss you, Zelly.
 
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I'm so sorry Dogbert. What a special dog. She was lucky to have you and your family.
 
:comfort: sorry to hear that
 
I have two Soft Coated Wheaten Terriers. We have them because they are hypoallergenic and don't leave hair everywhere.
The oldest is called Tangy. She is 11 years old and is an American/English mix. She is a rehome and we got her when she was about 18 months old.



The other is called George. He is also a rehome who we got again when he was about 18 months. He is 3 years old now and is Irish.



We were supposed to get a rehome puppy this week but he had to be put down due to a heart defect.
We have previously had two other Wheatens who were both pure English and we had both from being new born puppies. They were called Rags and Barney. Rags died ~1998 aged 13 and Barney died in 2006 aged 14.

Barney
 
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I wish there was some pithy saying I could make here that would make you feel better and ease the pain, but all I can say is that I feel for you. :hug:

"Maybe she just knew who dog people were, gravitated towards them, and you noticed."
"Well, I wasn't really a dog person then."
"Maybe you knew who could turn you into a dog person, and you gravitated towards them."

And she did. Her and Red turned me from "someone who has dogs" to "a dog person". For that reason alone, Zelly is irreplaceable in my heart and in my life.

I may have never owned a dog, but I still consider myself a "dog person", so I know exactly what you mean. There's a certain "magic" in the human-dog bond that's really hard to explain to someone that isn't a dog person themselves.
 
Aw, Dogbert, I'm so sorry. Did she always look that happy?
 
^ Omideargod. That's just stupid cute, that is.

I came here intending to post a silly picture of Desi, to sort of lighten the sad mood. This is what happens when you put the kitty on a scanner.

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^ What a lovable girl she must have been.

Come to think of it, I'm not even a dog person and I want to smooch her muzzle.
 
:hug: dogbert

unrelated: Barkly doesn't want to come inside unless you give him food. GET INSIDE, DOG, IT'S COLD OUT THERE.
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