Animals


I don’t know about all my pet owners out there, but the last few weeks of warmth we’ve had has made the fleas around here go nuts!  My poor pooches have been itching and bitting and basically driving me batty by waking me up in the middle of the night scratching at the fleas.  So I am going to have to head out and grab some of the really good flea killer for them.  Normal homeopathic remedies have not worked at all in our time here in the PeeDee area of SC, so I have to grab the Rx stuff.  We use K9 Advantix II, this stuff works really well on our dogs and cat. 

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I don’t know if I have mentioned before, but we moved to Hartsville from the very large city of Charlotte, NC.  I was born and raised there.  I was a nice medium sized city when I was small and grew up in what the the kids in school teased was “the boonies”.  There were three horse pastures in our neighborhood and a cow pasture.  I lived a mile from our elementary school and used to walk home from school and pull grass and weeds and feed the horses.

By the time my now almost 17 year old daughter was born, the neighborhood had been annexed into the city and there were Housing Developments (aka HOA controlled land) and a condominium complex.  Two of the horse pastures were gone, replaced by several new houses in our unrestricted area of the, now, suburbs.  The cow pasture was still there, but no longer had cows or any animal roaming its fields.

So, I grew up a little bit of a country girl and my daughter, who grew up in the same neighborhood, in the same home, grew up more of a city girl.  The passage of time can be weird, huh?

Anywho…the purpose of this post is to show that even though you think of yourself as a country girl and you move into the real country and decide to be a homesteader and raise all kinds of animals and be a bit of a farm girl…well, nothing really prepares you for the realities of life with animals, not even domestic animals.

Last night Rogan and I were settling into the office, him to be with me while he messed around in WoW because I needed to stay in the office and get some work done while our two youngest daughters were out swimming with their grandparents.  I was pulling up the document for an ebook I have been working on for bookkeeping when we heard the teenager going OMG OMG and yelling our youngest dog’s name.

She said she saw him grab our oldest cat by the neck and shake him from side to side and then throw him down.  He kept attacking him after that.  This all happened across the street.  I went over with the teenager and the cat was dead.  There is nothing in the world that can prepare you for two animals who got along together most of the time and were both healthy, ie no rabies here, to just suddenly go berserk and one kill the other like that.  Yes, they had their differences of opinion with each other every once in a while; Severus is still a pup (less than three years old) and Casper was an old cat (seven years old), so when Severus would get excited around him, Casper would hiss and swipe at him.  But they could also be found later in the day laying in the sun together.  I am still in shock.  Labs aren’t know to be like this – eat and chew everything in sight, yes, kill animals in their family pack, no.

When I was growing up we had a whole parade of animals, cats and dogs both.  We kids would talk my stepfather into letting us have an animal.  We would get it and have it for a while and then something would happen and he would make us get rid of it.  So, when Rogan and I decided to bring pets into our life, I swore the animals would be loved and a part of the family and would be with us for life.  Now, in addition to mourning the brutal death of a very loved cat, I have to mourn the fact that my puppy has to go.  I cannot trust him around our other animals – especially our other cat – or the two littlest girls.  One of our neighbors, who loves Severus as much as we do, told us she was going to ask around and see if anyone she knows who has a lot of land and no other pets or kids will be willing to take him in.  Otherwise, we will have to take him down to the local humane society (I refuse to put him in a pound).

I knew when we moved here and we started our homesteading efforts that we would lose some of our animals to predators – like when we lost six chickens to one of the neighborhood dogs.  I just never thought we would lose one of our animals to one of our other animals.  I am just happy the two little ones (two and three years old) weren’t here to see it happen.  We buried Casper, whom I got as a kitten from the daughter in law of a coworker, before they got home.  I am only dreading when they start to ask today where he is.  Maybe the addition of six new chickens from my inlaws (animal control in their city found out about the chickens and they had to get rid of them before they were taken to the pound) will distract them from the kitty being gone.

So, rest in peace, my sweet kitty.  We love you and you will be greatly missed by us all.