They're under a bridge in Miami. Told to live there. That isn't

• Jump off a bridge already. - MslaMT
  • Dump them on an island..... - AnnieM!AnnieM!
    • They're under a bridge in Miami. Told to live there. That isn't - answer either. Facility in Everglades?
  • time is overdue....for them to quietly disappear...under cover of darkness. - ...for the sake of all that is innocent...nm

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I personally don't believe in a god or an afterlife, but this little story makes a lot of people feel better when their animal passes, and if that can bring comfort to someone in a time of grief, I'm all for it.   

"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... "

This is a picture of Buck.  He was a Belgian horse, late teens maybe early 20s, who was found by a friend of mine at a livestock auction with his teammate (another older Belgian) who were both skin and bones, sores on their skin, bad hooves...the whole enchilada of problems that neglect brings.  She bought them both for a couple hundred bucks just so they could go to her place and die with a belly full of food.  They both made a miraculous recovery, gained weight, and went onto great homes.  I was blessed with being able to take Buck on a 3-week trial to see if he would be a good slow riding horse for me (I'm kinda crippled up and that was my therapy). 

He was a sweet old fella but his heart was in pulling...either wagons or twitching wood out of the forest, so he moved onto a home that was better suited for him.  We kept in touch with his new owners who loved him as much as I did. 

Today I got a phone call and was told he just dropped dead, apparently of a heart attack.  Sadly, the years of neglect took their toll and his heart just gave out.  I'm thankful he was at least surrounded by people who loved him when he needed it the most.  Please hug your critters--we never know when they may leave us.

from every country, Russia, Brazil, Argentina, Honduras, Venezuela, Mexico, Israel, Iraq, and other areas of the Middle East, Asians, and the Cubans, and other groups, TNTC (too numerous to count).  70-80% of the house staff at the U of M and Jackson are foreign MDs. 

It's not just a Cuban thing here any longer.  There are so many *tongues* spoken here - it's like the United Nations....no, really, a real melting pot, a lot like NYC....and if you only speak one language, you will run into problems.....AND it's not just Miami, the multiethnicities have moved all the way up north of Orlando...central and south florida.

I still love it

still praying for all those folks who got hit in the 40-mile range that this tornado went through......

Pit bulls are either not allowed in Miami-Dade County in Florida but I heard something about having $600,000 insurance if you own one.....but that COULD be Broward County where they are allowed.  I'm in Miami. 

I have a dilemma.  I am an animal lover and have something I cannot come to a conclusion about.  At a restaurant where I eat lunch every Friday with a friend of mine, I have noticed a young male kitty hanging around outside looking for food.  This past week he ran up to my friend and rubbed her legs and quietly meowed.  I purposely did not try to pet him because I knew I would get attached and ignored him.  Well, ever since then I find myself thinking about him and wanting to rescue him.  Meanwhile, I already have 4 inside cats (2 rescues, 2 Maine Coons) and hubby really does not want another cat in the house because a few years ago I promised we would  never have more than 4 (had up to 5 at one point previously).  I actually have a huge screened deck he could stay on indefinitely because I do not believe in letting cats run loose for their own safety.  I could provide plenty of food, a warm place to sleep, and veterinary care.  At some point I would even probably work him into our household, but I just cannot do it at the moment.  Just not sure I would be doing right by that kitty because I am sure he would be upset and confused for a good while as to where he was and what was going on, but is that better than being hungry and cold?  I know there are lots of animal lovers out there.  What does everyone think?? 

after I found HUGE holes in the walkway between my house and barn.  I thought they were just little mice stealing grain, but then I spotted one and it was a HONKIN RAT!  My poor olderly cat was out there with me at the time and saw it, and he hissed at it and ran away! 

I asked for advice on what to do at a local agricultural board, because I have other animals and didn't want to use poison and conventional traps weren't working.  They advised putting a large pale of water out with some seeds floating in it, figuring the rats would go for the seeds and end up drowning.  That was a no-go because the water just froze up solid.  I wound up reluctantly going with Decon because I just can't have my house destroyed.  I haven't had seen any more rats or evidence of them stealing grain, so I'm guessing they have died.  The guy at the grain store promised me the rats would not die in the building and stink the joint up, rather they would crawl off and die outside.  I don't know if I believe that, as it is still winter here and decomposition would be holding off until it warms up.  We'll see, but at least the destruction has been halted.

Good luck and I too say have no mercy, because you just don't need them destroying hour house or causing a spark chewing wires and burnin' the place down.  It is war!   

  (How un-PC is this emoticon?!)

I just got a call from the mother of this girl who comes over now and then telling me that I am a horrible hostest and how dare I make her daughter feel uncomfortable.

OH PUH-LEEEEEEZ! 

I'm laughing, hoping this means we won't see this brat OR her nasty witch of a mother darken our doorstep again.

So this is what happened.   The girl comes over to "hang out".  I was up from my desk moving a load of laundry from washer to dryer and when I walked back into my office, there she is, typing away on MSN messenger talking to friends. 

It is a well known rule in this house by EVERYONE, including the kids that come over, that they do NOT even look in the direction of my computer because it is a company computer and my income depends on it.  There are TWO other computers that are for family use.  STAY OUT!  Clear enough?  Apparently not to this little brat.

I came back into my office and told her she needed to get away from my desk, telling her for the millionth time that it is my work desk only.   I was nice at this point but not happy.

She then tells me "Just a second, I'm talking."   That's when I blew a gasket!

I said, "Get out. Go home. Now."  Very firm but not yelling and screaming like I would have loved to do.   She turns around and makes this face at me, then pushes my chair back really hard as she is getting up and it bounces off my bookshelf, giving it a good rattle.  So as she was walking out the door I simply told her, do not come back. You are not welcome.  

Then her witchy mother called.   I couldn't care less what the hag was yelling about so I just interrupted her and said, "HEY!   She's 15.  She should know better than to act like that in someone's home and if YOU don't teach her that BEFORE she does that somewhere else, this will NOT be the last time she gets the boot!" And hung up on her.

My kids were hiding in the hall giggling as all this took place.  They never had the guts to tell her to get lost.

Before anyone tries putting a guilt trip on me... this kid is FAR from neglected, comes from a nice home, parents are well off, just SPOILED beyond belief and she believes that everyone should jump when she says jump.   I AM NOT PLAYING ALONG! 

They wouldn't like you either! 

What nerve, what stupidity on his part, what ignorance.  I am going to address how I feel about cats personally in a separate post and comment on some of the responses I have received. I am very appreciative of the responses and the dialogue back and forth. It is in some way healing, at least to me, and I hope to others.