Carol's Critter Care

19/06/2024

FYI for all of Deniese Hutchins' friends...info about her memorial from her son, Joseph:
Hello Everyone. We will be having a memorial/celebration of life for Deniese Hutchins (Deniese Montgomery Hutchins) on the 22nd of June at 4PM at the Bogart Christian Church Fellowship Hall located at 194 Elder Street, Bogart Ga 30622. The entrance is on the side of the building. Please feel free to come by and visit. My daughters and Josh and his family will be flying in. I know mom would want everyone telling stories about all the good time instead of being sad about what has happened. Hope to see you there. Please pass this to other I may have missed.
With love, Joseph.

01/06/2023

OMG, too funny! :D

23/03/2023

🌎 This Peanuts comic strip was first published on this day in 1985.

26/01/2023

Yes, this is sad, but it's also beautiful. And something those of us who live with animal companions very much understand.

21/01/2023

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And because it's fun.....

21/01/2023

:D

😄

15/01/2023

Armadillos are fascinating dinosaurs, being unchanged from prehistoric times. Their natural history and biology is unique.

13/01/2023

:D

23/12/2022

;)

🎅🎅🎅🐾🎶🎶🎵🎶🎶🐾🎅🎅🎅

20/12/2022

:D

"Wasn't me!" 🖤🐾🐈‍⬛

12/12/2022

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Tip of the day……

24/11/2022

Happy Thanksgiving!

😎

22/11/2022

18/11/2022

🐈•*'⁀⋱• Poem from a Feral Cat •*'⁀⋱•🐈

I may never be a lap cat,

or one who comes when called.

I may resist the hand that tries to touch

and some may think I’m flawed.

I may prefer my freedom

to your warm and cozy house

I may reject a bowl of finest foods

for the chance to catch a mouse.

But the box you put out for me,

Feels safe and warm and dry.
And I raise my eyes to thank you

when I see you walking by.

I eat the food you give me

I listen to your voice

I may never be a lap cat

but thank you for offering me the choice.

One day I’ll see the winter,

one day I’ll feel the rain,

I may grow old not knowing

there is freedom from this pain

I know you’ve tried to help me

and although my days will end

I may never be a lap cat

but I know you are my friend.•*'⁀⋱•🐾


⋄ Author Unknown ⋄

art ⋄ Feral Wraith ⋄ by Molly Devlin

06/11/2022

Ha ha...they especially hate the "fall back" time as it delays their usual eating time by one hour. Mealtime Adjustment Day in the Spring is very well-loved, however. ;)

04/11/2022

Wow, this got some tears out of me...but in a good way.

Always ❤️

03/11/2022

❤️❤️
(Pinterest)

18/10/2022

Ha, ha, one of my favorite games! :D

12/09/2022

:D

04/09/2022

:D

15/08/2022

🥰🥰🐶🐶😇😇❤️❤️

15/08/2022

12/08/2022

This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this. Enjoy the story...

It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.

Here's the thing.

I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.

She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.

She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.

She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.

Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.

She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.

She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.

The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.

She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel, since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.

Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, and my mother, and my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.

I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.

She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.

I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.

But I know she is coming close to the time where she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.

I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.

Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.

But this decision is instant.

These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.

I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.

Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.

I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.

Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.

When she dies.

So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am revelling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.

I'll be seeing you.

Love,

Fiona

13/07/2022

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