While Curt and I were in Turks & Caicos we noticed some feral but friendly dogs and cats hanging around the resort.
The dogs are called Potcakes.
According to the Potcake Place website, Potcake is the name given to the dogs of the Bahamas and the Turks & Caicos Islands. It came about because the locals fed the caked remains of the cooking pot to the dogs.
Potcakes ended up evolving into a breed. According to the site, they are extremely smart, loyal and loving.
There is no animal shelter on Turks & Caicos. The Potcake Place volunteers rescue the dogs and keep them in their homes until a permanent home is found.
According to a pamphlet I picked up there are many ways we can help: adopt; courier a puppy from the island to their new home; volunteer, donate food or pet supplies; foster; educate; spay and neuter; and sponsor a puppy in care.
These are all awesome ways to help Potcakes. Some are simple and some involve more dedication.
My favorite way to help a Potcake (besides adopting) is to volunteer to be a courier. Potcake Place takes care of all the arrangements. All the courier volunteer … Continue reading
My brother, John, unexpectedly lost Sabu, one of his furbabies, on Monday.
I lost my furbaby, Joey, about a year and a half ago and I am still so sad about it and completely heartbroken. (I wrote about it on the day he died.)
Joey used to maintain a blog (mostly with fun photos) with the help of his mama and Curt. Curt helped him pen his last post once he was gone. Curt did a great job of working with Joey on that post as a lot of the memories were before Curt had joined our little family. And I, of course, posted something to his blog as well after he was gone.
The heartbreak and sadness of losing a furbaby is so painful. And I think the reason for that is the amazing and unconditional love that a furry family member can bring and show.
Unconditional love by a furbaby is magical and beautiful and there is nothing else like it.
I am so sad for John right now. The one thing I am grateful for is that he has two other furbabies, Foley and Grrry. They can help each other get through this … Continue reading
Tomorrow will be one year since I lost my beautiful furry boy, Joey.
I can’t believe it has been a year.
He was in my life for 17 1/2 years. That’s a long time. And I still can’t believe he is gone.
Joey brought so much joy to my life and his unconditional love and cuddling were just two wonderful things about him.
I am still heart broken over his death. I am not sure if I will ever get over it.
People have asked if we will get another cat or if we want one. For now the answer is no. I wanted to be furbaby free for a year. And a year has come.
Here’s the thing, Joey had an amazing personality. He was a cuddle bug and a sweetheart. He was definitely cat and would get pissy at times. But his personality for the most part was almost like a dog.
I don’t think I could find another cat that would compare. And I don’t think I want to. Another cat will never be my Joey and I don’t know if I could bear that.
Watching TV or movies while cuddled under a blanket is just not … Continue reading
I think being a mom is the most important job in the world. The second most important job is being president of the United States.
I don’t want to be either.
This post is about why I, along with my husband, have chosen to be Child Free By Choice. It is not a reflection on or judgment on anyone else. This is about ME.
I don’t ever remember having an overwhelming desire to have a baby.
At some point in my 20s I decided if I was still single at 30 I would adopt a baby.
By the time I was 30 I was married. When Curt and I got married I figured we would have kids. Because that is what you do, right? Get married … have kids …
A little more than a year after we were married we moved to the Bay Area. We were no longer in newspapers, which meant we were no longer working nights, weekends, holidays. We had the same days off and could actually do stuff together. What an amazing concept.
About six months after moving to Berkeley my temporary gig became a full-time job and money was starting to be less of … Continue reading
Today Curt and I lost our furbaby, Joey. Joey was born around April 15, 1994. He came into my life on June 2, 1994 and he went to kitty heaven today, Dec. 4, 2011.
For most of Joey’s life he was a healthy cat. I feel lucky for that. A little more than a year ago Joey became diabetic–his first major illness. About a year later the diabetes reversed and Joey was in renal failure. That was hard on Joey and the illness kicked in quickly.
I got Joey when I was 19. I have had him for almost half my life. I feel lucky to have had him for so long. And I am so sad that he is gone. Curt and I knew yesterday that it was time–he wasn’t eating; he was losing control; he was having trouble walking; he just wasn’t himself; we couldn’t leave him alone.
I know that I need to mourn my little hairy family member. And I will take as long as I need. I know it will take time. Joey was the longest male relationship I ever had–17 1/2 years is a long time. 🙂 I will be sad. But also happy … Continue reading
I started my Thanksgiving holiday weekend with a Wednesday night Hatha yoga class with Baxter. I love his energy and humor. And he gave the class a Thanksgiving theme, which made it even more fun.
Thanksgiving morning Namaste Grand Lake hosted a 2-hour Day of Thanks workshop. Seventy-five people signed up. The workshop was $25 and all the proceeds went to the Alameda County Food Bank. It was a great way to start the day and weekend.
After class there were free chair massages offered with donated tips going to the food bank as well.
Friday morning my plan was to take Joey to his 8 a.m. fluids appointment and then take the 10 a.m. yoga class. At the vet’s office they got very concerned with Joey’s continued weight loss. They gave him an appetite supplement and special food. I was told if he didn’t eat by the end of the day I needed to check in with Dr. Miller. I came home very upset and just wanting to keep the furbaby safe, warm and comfy. I decided to skip the 10 a.m. class.
Dr. Miller and I chatted mid-afternoon. There was no improvement in Joey’s eating. So Dr. … Continue reading