Cool, You should see if you have any pics Jasmine that you can post.Our 1st pound pup was Jasmine..... a black silky feline ..... had her for 18 years.... she guarded our mustang like death before dishonor!!!!! Nobody was allowed anywhere near her in our garage without me or the wife standing right there......!!!!!!!!!!!
Cool, You should see if you have any pics Jasmine that you can post.
Thanks CR... they were characters- Mussie would chase a ball, both would sit up on their hinds and take food out of your hand and walk on a leash! Here's Gracie! Just a sweetie! and very smart as well.. shes 13 years old and have had her for about 11 years now! She and Jasmine were both "Pound Pups", Gracie being a forclosure abandon and Mussie was 6 weeks old and either pushed out of her litter (she was terribly far sighted) or was dumped at our house. Gracie does everything they did... except... and I'm not kidding when I say this, she doesn't have a mean bone in her body....she doesn't know how to hiss! She tried the very 1st time she saw a racoon....and it was the funniest thing we had ever seen.... just kinda of a squeek and that was it! and yes, she actually has Blue Pupils!Beautiful cats, sorry they’re gone
Ok, now you got tears rolling from my eyes...... that's a hard one. Mussie passed away at home as well, expected, natural causes, love em allWe just lost our 2 year old Ragnar. He was very unique too. He didn’t meow, hiss, or make any noise even if you stepped on him. He felt no pain, and wasn’t afraid of ANYTHING at all. The only noises he made were purring and he sounded like he was talking. When he was hungry, or wanted me to pick him up, he would say daddy. Those were his only noises. He was my absolute best friend in this world. He followed me everywhere, even into the shower. He started purring if I said his name, or touched him at all, even by accident.
He got sick one day a few months back, and struggled to breathe. I took him to the vet and they did an MRI. He had a collapsed lung. His heart was enlarged and pressed against his lung until it caved in. He was hours from death. The vet said he was suffocating miserably and should be put down immediately to save him from the awful experience. He became unbelievably weak, and I held him as they put him to sleep. He was purring to his last breath, and looking me in the eyes. I felt like I betrayed him. I still do. I had him cremated and have his urn in the living room.
I adopted Floki from the shelter, 2 weeks later.
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