Here is Tiger just a few days before she died. I was walking down the hall and
saw her just sitting there. I got several shots, for she sat there for a long time. I
love this photo and am so happy that I had the opportunity to get this picture.
Posted on 05/29/2012 6:24:26 PM PDT by Salamander
Prayers for a lost pet
What a gorgeous little lady!
It wasn’t blocked by some foreign obstruction, it was grown over with her own tissue. The vet said that he stuck a thin, hot glass rod through the thing, and that opened it up and cauterized it at the same time. But her eye was damaged from being dry and inflamed for so long, and although she wasn’t blind, she always had a slight-to-severe squint in it.
I see the difference in size....it looks ever so slight in the picture. What a beautiful little girl.
She was always the grand dame, very dignified. July 26(?), 1982 - February 12, 2002
I don’t know what it was [maybe a way to have some *control* over one’s life....being raised in a strict household], but we loved books like Crictor,
Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile, Babar...maybe it was the animals doing funny peopley things? I was awed by Gunther Gebel-Williams, controlling enormous wild cats. Who did I think I was? I thought I could do it too? LOL...trying to *train* our housecat to shake hands...I must have spend months and months doing that. LOL
Comeon now....who wouldn’t like a pet that can double as a jump rope?
Nothing is weird, or weird enough. After reading your comment about temperature, I just went to a website that monitors earth quakes....trying to see if there was a *quake* about the time that Alice went missing. Trying to make some sense of this...naughty, naughty snake!
Thanks for the ping!
Still sending out prayers for Sal and Al.
Prayers up that you find your pet soon.
I am back from the poultry swap and the good news is that Larry the guinea now has a couple of young roommates.
The hopefully not bad news is, they’re young, female, Bourbon Red turkey poults. Larry is nonplussed and the poults are not particularly concerned. The 2 babies (fully feathered, but they’ve got a bit of growing to do) are sticking together. Larry plopped down in a corner of the pen, with a birdy shrug, making soft noises, the kind he makes when he is content.
Now we need to find a certain very bad Ball Python, and all will be right in this thread.
Ahhh, she was a beauty! One of my sweetest cats was a 15 year old rescue tripod. His owner, who had him since he was a kitten and his leg was caught in a trap and subsequently amputated, couldn’t take care of him anymore and he was diabetic. We got it under control and he was the best little guy ever!
In my prayers.
If something were to happen to Bubbles and Bonkers (my cats),
I wouldn’t know what to do.
All the best,
Alan
You may have inadvertently opened yourself up to the stomach problems by listening to and believing the psychic. In the Bible Jesus often casted out demons and then the person with the demon was healed, such as the old lady who was bent over for many years. Jesus casted out a demon of infirmity and she stood up straight.
Even if a psychic does know something, it is actually forbidden knowledge she acquired from a demon. Demons watch and learn many things that they can use to fool us into believing that they are good guides when they merely are evil. They watched and kept track of things to use to fool us. We must not gain knowledge through them because it is ultimately meant to deceive and harm us. We must learn to rely on God for any knowledge or help from a spiritual source. He is enough and knows and does what is best for us. He is willing to guide and help us if we rely on Him and Him alone. He will not share His glory with demonic powers, even if they are masquerading as good, because they are not.
When we come to God, we must come to Him in Jesus Holy Name, as one of His children. We become his child when we ask Jesus into our hearts and lives and accept the forgiveness that comes through acknowledging that He shed His precious blood for us, for that forgiveness. We come to God in Jesus Name and receive adoption into His family. He becomes our Heavenly Father. We are born again into His family with forgiveness of sins and eternal life. Then we can come to our Father in Jesus Name, with faith, and He answers our prayers.
Hopefully it’ll *never* happen and you won’t lose your mind, like I’m doing.
Thanks so much for the prayers.
Yay for Larry!!!
At least the turkeys won’t find Larry’s “appearance” off-putting because they certainly have no room to squawk...:)
“No, but I just ordered one from Amazon.”
LOL...so did I...:)
Western MD.
Ball Pythons do need very warm temps, especially after they’ve just eaten.
In their native habitat, however, [they’re from northwestern Africa] they are usually found snuggled into barren termite mounds or abandoned rodent dens.
An analogous place *could* be inside the walls, under the floors, under the house...just ~anywhere~, really.
They are functionally ground snakes, unlike their more arboreal cousins, the Boas but they can and do climb.
Whether he’s hiding up or down is a 50-50 chance.
It’s almost a certainty that it will be somewhere dark and snug.
*That* could literally mean *anywhere*.
It’s truly like looking for a needle in a haystack.
I could be looking for him right beside where he is and the vibrations of my search could cause him to slither back to wherever I just finished looking.
I was assured today by his breeder that he won’t head outside for ‘open ground’.
It’s too much against his nature so he’s in the house...somewhere.
We go watch the fireworks at Antietam Battlefield every year.
The most horrifying thing I ever saw was the flatlanders sitting their barelegged kids on the dry stone walls to watch the show.
July 4th is usually a hot night...and the Coppers are very active.
Ugh.
I loved this part:
“As difficult as it may be, snakes can generally be found in the house after an escape from their enclosure. Somewhere. It may be nowhere you think it could be, but it is there, somewhere, assuming you don’t have holes in your walls and great gaps between the bottom of doors leading to the outside and into the subfloor.”
*That* is why I’m losing my mind.
I’ve got holes galore...more than I ever imagined.
Between the mice, squirrels, chipmunks, woodpeckers and the unconcerned colonials who built this ‘holey’ place, I’m pretty much doomed.
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