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Awwww.

I was just looking at some pictures of boxers at the pound. My nephew has his 2nd boxer. We fell in love with that dog. We are going to rescue a dog here soon. My husband wants another greyyhound. Which I do as well. I just think maybe we should go with soemthing else b/c I think we will always be trying to replace Jake if we go with another greyhound.

Sorry for your loss, CD. You can never replace a friend, only make a new one. Animals aren't "picked" by us dumb humans. We are adopted by them! Your rescued greyhounds, did you choose them, or did they manage to wrangle their own way into your heart? I have 2 rescued dogs, and when I got them (not at the same time) I had absolutely no thoughts of having a dog. They were just normal days that ended with me coming home with a dog who chose me to take care of them. Sounds silly, I know, but it's true. The one I got first is a Husky/Malamute mix and she's gorgeous. Some idiot in my grandma's neighborhood had her tied up (when she was about a year old) with a short piece of clothesline in a muddy backyard during a hot Summer with no shelter, no clean water and no food. I felt so bad for her and after a couple of days I started watching the house. The people would come in and ignore her pitiful whining and barking until it made them mad and then someone would come out and beat or kick her. I called animal control but they wouldn't come because the dog wasn't loose. The next morning I woke up and found her sitting on my grandma's back porch with a broken piece of clothesline hanging from her collar. The rest is history and she went home with me where she has been loved and happy for the past 9 years. The people who owned her never bothered to try to find her that we know of. My second is a AKC registered Cocker Spaniel who was in a pet shop in Florida where I was visiting family. I took my niece to the mall and she wanted to walk through the pet shop. While there this poor wretch of a puppy was cowering in a small cage (way too small, in my opinion) and not interacting with anyone. We walked by and he got up and started sniffing and whining at the side of the cage closest to us. I asked to see him and it was all over from there. The clerk said he was very antisocial and was about to be put down in a few days because he's unadoptable. They said I could buy him for $1,500 and I about had a MI! So I found out which vet the pet shop used for crap like this (I had a family member do it so they wouldn't know what I was doing) and on the day he was to be put down I went to the vet 1st thing in the morning and told them I wanted him. The vet agreed to give him to me because he disagreed with putting an animal down for no reason. I paid him $200 for a vet visit, found him to be healthy and took him home. That was 8 years ago and he's a great dog. 

Cd-sorry to hear about your furbabies...but I believe they are waiting at the rainbow bridge

Rainbow Bridge. Yes. No, my pets have always picked me. Funny how that works isn't  it? 

As anyone who has looked at my profile knows, I have a white american bulldog. She is the heart of our home. We adopted her from the  Humane Society / dog pound. When they told me she was next for euthanization because she had been there 3 weeks past time, that sealed the deal. I already had fell in love with her eyes. She truly had me at hello.  My daughter says that although Charlie had a hard life before I brought her home, I make sure she never has another hard day. She even has her own cat. LOL!

Ginny, I am very sorry for your loss. I can identify some with your feelings. They can never be replaced. Cat or dog, they're unique. I lost my baby nearly 13 years ago, and I still have a hard time thinking about him. I loved him dearly and still do.

I have Oscar now, a chihuahua who needed a home and I had room for him. It will be 2 years Christmas that he has lived here. I also have 8 tomcats, various ages, with only 2 of them being born here. The others didn't have an address and so they use mine now. I went to some time and trouble to rescue one of them from a warehouse nearly 6 years ago. He's a champagne blonde bob tail and his eyes were still blue when I finally got him in my hands. Very young, very frightened and very hungry. Now he's cocky, well fed and somewhat overbearing at times.  You know the old joke, dogs have masters, cats have staff.  But they all get canned food at breakfast and dry food throughout the day.

My newst 2 eat vegetables and so does Oscar. The other day I ate some french fries which is a rarity for me and these two cats wouldn't touch them. I think they're health nuts. Oscar doesn't eat those either, but all three of them love sweet potatoes. Go figure. Maybe they're trying to tell me something.

Anyway, hang in there girlfriend. It never goes away completely, it just becomes tolerable. I haven't named my cats because I wait to see if a name comes to me...sometimes I think all their names are "Dammit", expecially if they choose to run across my face when I first lie down in the morning to try to sleep after working all night...it seems they don't do this when I'm off.

Sorry Cd, about your pet lose. I can sympathized about losing a pet. I have losed three cats's, in which two of them we rescued, and eventually died at a young age. Tiger, we rescued him from getting attacked by dog's, when  he was a kitten, he eventually died from epilepsy, I think he had got poisoned. Beoncy, was about to get hit by a car, and the person got out of the car, and handed him to my daughers, and said is this your cat, if not, take him home, and give him a bath, Beoncy, was covered in motor oil, when he came to my home. Beoncy died like my other cat, foxy, he was attacked by a dog. I forgot to mentioned my cat  Snuggy, she is alive now, I once rescued her, from posttramic stress symdome. My family had a house fire back in 2005. Everyone was safetly out of the house, but we couldn't find Snuggy, after a couple of hours, the firemen could hear a cat, but could located her, so we thought she was dead. Two days went by, and oneday, I went back, and heard her meow. I called out her name, and she was came out, from under the house, she was frightened, she was as white as snow, the house fire, had shakened her up, so bad, so that day, I was unable to rescue her. The next day, I brought my boyfriend Harrison by. We both called out her name, and she ran out, and we said, come to us, come to us, we eventually grabbed her, and put her in the car. She was so dirty, and scared.

My very first job was baby sitting for a Shnauzer

Not that they don't do an abundance of this, but when I think about "babies," usually spitups and messes are NOT the first thing that come to my mind.  With the live-in Feral Cat Mopar, however, he does bear these striking similarities in this way to a 'baby'.  

Although he is a "Reformed Feral Cat," he recently jumped up on my bed after eating and left a sudden spitup on the quilt from overeating.  (This is not something cats usually do.)  He had a very autere kittenhood, however, and goes 'hog wild' when he gets a full bowl of food.  His daytime activities involve coming in for the express purpose of going back out.  Most cats sit inside and look OUT the window.  Mopar sits OUTSIDE and looks in.  When you open the door to invite him in, sometimes he gives you a quizzical look and just walks away. 

In Mopar's defense, we are NOT required to maintain a "litter box" for him.  He is outside as much as in, so he just does his business there.