Thursday, August 26, 2010 1:20:10 PM
I had a pigeon when I was a kid, I found him at school, fell out of the nest, no feathers, took him home. One of our neighbors raised carrier pigeons. He told me what to feed him. I gave him warm milk, which he drink like a horse, not like other birds, and also feed him wholewheat bread. When He got older I was told what kind of seed mix to get for him. Made a bird house for him, I taught him how to fly, had him for about 4 years, then one day he left.
He liked to be around people, all you would have to do is put out your arm and he would fly to you and land on your hand, and also liked to walk on the ground a lot looking for stones to help digest food, so I am not sure if he found a mate and left or if a cat got him.
Most recent my mother lost her Red Nose Pitbull. She got her as a very young pup, she was the runt of the litter and was the cutest one. My mother had to put her down in July 2008 as she was very sick with cancer. She was 13 when she was put down.
When I had major problems with my house, mold damage, it took 3 years to complete the renovation, I had to move into my mothers house while mine was being fixed, lots of problems with contractors, it just wore me out. The dog was always with me in a room I made into my office. The dog was good therapy for me, reduced the stress a lot. I was really close to that dog, I cried the day she was put down. Still 2 years down the road, still bothers me to think about it.
Way harder on my mother as she got the dog shortly after my father died. My mother still can't pick up the ashes from the vets office.
My mothers Pitbull (age 5):
He liked to be around people, all you would have to do is put out your arm and he would fly to you and land on your hand, and also liked to walk on the ground a lot looking for stones to help digest food, so I am not sure if he found a mate and left or if a cat got him.
Most recent my mother lost her Red Nose Pitbull. She got her as a very young pup, she was the runt of the litter and was the cutest one. My mother had to put her down in July 2008 as she was very sick with cancer. She was 13 when she was put down.
When I had major problems with my house, mold damage, it took 3 years to complete the renovation, I had to move into my mothers house while mine was being fixed, lots of problems with contractors, it just wore me out. The dog was always with me in a room I made into my office. The dog was good therapy for me, reduced the stress a lot. I was really close to that dog, I cried the day she was put down. Still 2 years down the road, still bothers me to think about it.
Way harder on my mother as she got the dog shortly after my father died. My mother still can't pick up the ashes from the vets office.
My mothers Pitbull (age 5):
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