Family Fridays: Prince (again)

Last Friday, I was complaining about Mom's petition to share MY BLOG with Prince. I thought my friends would back me up on this, but it was the other way. Some of you liked Prince so much that you asked for a day every week for Prince. I couldn't believe it! But Mom and The Other One liked the idea and talked me into it. So, from now on, Fridays will be "Family Fridays", (and my day off). Every week, one member of my family will have the opportunity to write about himself and post some pics. But, since it's MY BLOG, I'll retain the right to edit every entry- in case someone try to write something negative about me. So, now, I'll leave you with my brother Prince.

Hi, I'm Prince. I'm 6 years old. I'm not as fat as Piru...
- "I'm not fat, I'm husky!"
Anyway, I used to be very athletic and thin, but since Mom doesn't allow us to go out all the time, I sleep aaaaaalllllll day and I have develop a little round belly.

It seems bigger here, but it's jut the angle of the camera.

I'm the one who lives under the shadow of my famous brother, Piru. Yes, I don't get the attention he gets and all the purrrings and nosetaps from his friends around the world. Everybody always say how handsome Piru is, how beautiful, how this, how that... pfffft! But, I'm not jealous, no, I'm not. Do you know why? Because, in real life I'm the romantic one and I have other characteristics of my catonality that makes Mom love me, too.

As I told you before, I'm the romantic one. Can you resist this face?

I'm the strong one.

I'm, also, the most brave. I'm the one that defends the house from other cats; those intruders run away like crazy when they see how ferocious I get when they invade my territory. Maybe, because of that, I also get the fame to be the most grumpy, but that's not true.

I'm a sweet boy that loves to give Mom headbumps and meaws for prawns, specially to The Other One, because she gives them to me directly into my mouth- *sigh* I love to be spoiled!

And after that prawns bellyful a good nap is a must.

I have to admit that, sometimes, I'm a little harsh, specially when Mom gets me to the vet. As Piru says: I hate vets, I really do. She took me to one the other day because I had an itch that was driving me crazy... and her, too.

First they put you in a cage, inside a car- I hate cars, too- and to the vet even worst. There, someone that you don't know, tries to touch you and put needles in you. Then, they throw you in the cage again and you can't put the bitey on anyone.

Where's the justice?

Back home, Mom tried to give me some medicine. She took my favorite wet food and put a crushed pill on it. She thought I wouldn't notice. What was she thinking?

I won't eat it, you eat it!

Then, she tried to crush it even more and give it to me dissolved with a syringe. I put on such a fight that end up with that horrible mix coming out of my nose. Ugh!

What a horrible taste had that stupid pill!

Mom, I won't take that medicine, I'm out of here.

Well, Piru's friends, it was nice to meet you all. All this writing have make me tired, so I'm going for a little doze now. See ya!Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwnnnnhhhhhhh!

Ola kala!

To all my furry friends

My family and I are very thankful to all my furry and human friends for all the support, kind words, hugs, purrs and all the love you have shown us during this difficult time.
Piccola crossed the Rainbow Bridge this rainy first day of june. I think it was raining because heaven was sad that such a beautiful soul had to leave her family, specially her Mom. Piccola was nervous all the time during the trip because it used to make her very excited to get into the car. It was an hour and a half of hearing her cry and walk in circles inside the pet taxi. But, when Mom and Piccola arrived to grandma's house, Piccola was even a little happy. Then, grandma told Mom that Piccola was calm at the Vet's office. She began her journey to the Bridge without a fight, in peace.
Again, I want to thank you all for show us a love that have been coming from around the world, something that I never imagined; the kind of love that Piccola deserved.

A letter for Piccola

Mom asked me to let her use this space to write a letter for Piccola, so she'll be the author of this post.

Dear Piccola:

It is so hard to write this letter, but it's been harder to make the decision that I'll explain to you next.
I remember the day you came to my life. It was just the right time, I was desperately seeking for a companion because I lost my last pet. The house felt so terribly lonely without a dog and I was telling everyone to help me find a chihuahua to adopt. Then you came. You were so tiny that you fitted completely in just one of my hands... yes, a month and a half month old chihuahua. It was love at first sight. From that moment on we were inseparable. I remember that, because you missed your doggie mom, I used to put you in my chest and sit in a rocking chair while listening to music from Enya. You loved that music and got asleep without any problem.
You were so smart from the beginning and always learned everything that I taught you so fast. The first thing you always did from the beginning was to every morning go to my bedroom door to wake me. Then you learned to climb up to my shoulders to ride there as if you were a parakeet; oh, that was always funny. And there was that time when I realized how brilliant you were. We were having the winds and rains of a hurricane, it was really scary. Your sister Melody got really scared, too, so scared that, instead of stay in the balcony where I prepared her a hiding place, she went running to the backyard before I could get her. I was calling her hysterically because it was too dangerous for anyone to be out (things were flying with the strong winds), but she didn't came. Then you came to me, looked at me and looked at the backyard. I told you: "Piccola, go get her, go get Melody and make her come inside the house". With a brave heart, you went into the rain and strong winds looking for Melody in the backyard. Then my heart stopped, because you didn't came back fast enough. Just when I was going to go after both of you, you came running from the backyard with Melody behind you. It was an amazing experience that showed me that animals understand much more than we humans think.
Even in your last years, been much older than the "appropriate" learning age for dogs, you continued to learn some tricks that I taught you, maybe not as fast, but you did learn them.
My dear sweetie, you have been my companion for 19 years. I want you to know that you have been the perfect pet, and that it makes me so sad to lose you. You have been ill for some time now and I know that you're suffering from various aches that make you uncomfortable and sad. I don't want you to suffer anymore and I don't want you to be in more pain. A pain that will only be more intensive from now on.
That's why today, we will have a trip. We will go to grandma's house so you can say hello to grandma, grandpa and the uncle. Then, grandma will take you on another trip to the Vet. He will help you ease your pains. He will give you a pass to go to a Rainbow Bridge. We both like rainbows, so you'll see it's a beautiful place. The Vet will give you something that will make you want to sleep, it's a peaceful sleep, so there's nothing to be afraid of. After that, only you will know what will happen, but I can assure you that you'll be pain free.
I can't be with you in that last journey, but I want you to know that the same way you have always been with me physically, you will always be in my heart and my memory, and I'll always cherish the years you dedicated to me and the unconditional love you gave me. My sweet-sweet Piccola, I will miss you very much and I will always love you.

My stepsis is sick...

Remember, three month ago Liah was sick, she had a bump in her neck? They made an biopsy and she didn't had cancer. What a relief! The Vet recommended antibiotics and apparently she got well.

Well, guess what, she got a bacteria from where they had the biopsy taken. Mom took her to the same Vet and he prescribed again the same antibiotics. After a month or so Liah continued to be sick, so Mom took her to another Vet. This Vet said that the antibiotics the first Vet prescribed was not effective at all and the she got a bacteria from the procedure the first Vet used to do the biopsy. This new Vet operated on Liah's neck and prescribed a new antibiotics. This medicine didn't work either, so Mom took her again to the same Vet and he changed the antibiotics. After 10 days of taking two new antibiotics she continues to be sick. Today, Mom went again to the Vet and, guess what, he recommended another operation. Can you believe it? Mom said she doesn't think another operation will be good for Liah or for her pocket, if you understand. What Liah has is a very bad and stubburn bacteria, the skin is open and bleeding somewhat.

Mom is crush, she's been very worry and crying. I heard her say she is going to take Liah to another Vet, two hours away from where we live. I also heard that she was complaining about the fact that there are no laws regarding malpractice of medical issues relating pets. Also, that some vets get the money for the treatments even if they are useful or not. There are no consequences of their acts.

This is the second time Mom has this problem. Four years ago she lost her beloved lab called Sofia, now she thinks this could happen again. She's very frightened and worry sick. I heard her says: "if Liah dies I won't have another dog", and I think Mom is telling the truth. Every time one of us is sick she suffers too much. I have to talk her out of doing that. She cares so much about us that it will be a pity not to be a mother of all the potential pets that are around us.

What do you think Mom should do, take Liah to another Vet or give in and have Liah operated again? Tell me what I should do to convince Mom to keep on adopting us cats and dogs.

Ola kala!

Prince's day at the vet

Today, mom didn't care much about me. She took Prince to the vet and that's work for the entire day. Apparently, Prince has an allergy or a rash. He's been scratching himself and pulling out his own fur for some days now. So, mom decided to take him to the Vet today. Somehow, Prince found out about mom's plans (it wasn't me) and disappeared early in the morning. Mom was calling and calling him for a long time, but he wasn't around. I was taking a nap, so I couldn't help her look for him.

Finally, mom saw Prince at the neighbors' backyard. They weren't there, so she had to call him and offer him some snacks and wait until he climbed the wall. Now that I'm thinking about it: I wasn't far away, why wasn't I offered some of those snacks? Anyway, that was just the begining of mom's odyssey to take Prince to the vet.

Prince hates cars, the pet taxi, the vet, the vet's office and needles. So, his little trip was an awful experience, specially since the doctor is an hour away. He even tried to escape at the vet's office, but mom knows how to handle him. It's not that I care much if he gets lost, but I don't want to see mom feeling sad.

Now, he has to drink twice a day the antibiotics the Vet prescribed, and that's another story. You see, I drink everything, medicine, food, snacks. But Prince is not like me, he hates medicines and Mom has to struggle a lot to put anything in his mouth. So poor Mom, she will be having this nigtmare twice a day for quite some time.

The vet also thinks that Prince has an allergy, so he prescribed some medicines. Apparently, Prince will be fine soon. Good for him. The only thing in this story that makes me happy is that it wasn't me the one who was taken to the Vet.

Ola kala!