Aww. These are all great pictrues! Wally is so cute! I am so sorry about your loss. :sad: Dogs are great and are family.My Wally sleeping (when he was alive):
A random Westie in the mud:
My cat, Eva when she was a kitten:
This is Minnie. Someone dumped her and another kitten in the road so we found good homes for them (this was years ago):
My other cat, April when she was a kitten (she's Eva's baby):
Brady in the snow. He has his Halloween sweater on there:
Eva and April. They have a close relationship
A random dog pic I thought was cute:
Brady licking his foot:
Is she a Newfoundland or Newfoundland mix?
No, she is Leonberger But I think that the Leonberger breed was actually refined from Newfoundlands, Great Pyrenees and some third breed I can't remember...Is she a Newfoundland or Newfoundland mix?
I had a friend with a standard black Newfoundland he called Bear. And I remember reading that St. Bernard's are related to Newfoundland's (and if I recall this part accurately), and Great Pyrenees.
ADDITION: The attachments don't open for me; in case they do not open for anyone else either, I am sharing them again:This is Pickles. She is 28 months old.
She has tumors that are growing--one of the two most common ways for rats to go, especially albinos, blacks and Long Evans which are a combo or "blacked hooded."
She's cute in my and my husband's eyes; also, what doesn't show is how sweet-natured she is.
I got her from a pet store bin. She was intended to be snake food.
I picked her out of the baby bin. She was about four weeks old.
I trust trained her, put her on a homemade diet, and otherwise treated her well.
My husband got attached to her too. At first, he was just going along with me.
He didn't know anything about rats.
Now he adores "The Pickler."
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She was sleeping in her "Hide-E-Ho" (the Dollar Store bin behind The Alfalfa House--filled with cut up paper towel squares for nesting, warmth).
She came right out when I came in the bedroom to take photos.
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If you look close you can see she "tilts." Her "saddle" (the stripe running down her back) should be centered, but it looks off now. That's because one of the groin tumors is getting so large
it throws her off balance.
It's hard for her to walk sometimes, but so far her energy is good, and she isn't in any pain.
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This is her "alfalfa house." It used to be bigger and complete.
She ate at it, in part so she could fit inside it because as the tumors grew
the space became too constrictive.
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Sept 19 2015 -- 1st Day Home
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Same day, second photo. Pickles is "sniffing my husband up."
I used to read where people talked about their "Heart Rats," which sounded so sentimental and dramatic. But that's what Pickles is to us, even though we don't use that term.
Such an adorable rat and great pictures! :kitteh: I hope that she recovers. It's hard to watch our animals get older. It's a very sad thing.ADDITION: The attachments don't open for me; in case they do not open for anyone else either, I am sharing them again:
Taken a couple nights ago.
Here is where her "saddle" looked angled because the tumor
(left back by her leg) is causing a tilt; it is growing fast, now.
I took this last night after she had been out playing, then ate, and out of the frame I have The Parabolic Heater on. She looks so old, and her coat is rough; it's hard to watch her go downhill so fast. What makes it bearable is knowing that at four weeks old she would have been fed to a snake. Instead, she has spent 27 months, over two years, with my husband and myself--being cared for and about... and given every opportunity we could for her to live as happily and for as long as possible.
When she goes, we'll know her life was good as we could help her have; there is nothing any human being can do for another being than that.