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
Six months ago today our furbaby went to furry heaven.
I had Joey for 17 1/2 years. Curt, Joey and I were a family for a little more than 11 years. My two boys started off with a love/hate relationship. Eventually it was love/love.
Losing Joey has been one of the hardest things I have ever gone through. For almost my entire adult life he was in it. He was my first and only pet all my own. He was a constant in my life and around daily. His unconditional love was his greatest gift (as I am sure with most pets). His second greatest gift was what a cuddle bug he was. He fit perfectly in our house as we love to lounge and watch TV and movies.
Joey kept people informed on what he was up via his blog. Curt even helped him with his last post, which went live the day after he died. (I just reread it and laughed and mostly cried.) I wrote my own farewell to Joey, too.
Luckily my baby didn’t suffer for too long. And his health only really went down hill the last two months of his life. … Continue reading