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October 03, 2006



I take the opportunity to do what I do - recommend books. (I know, I know)

Ten Good Things About Barney, by Judith Viorst is a classic about bereavement

Lifetimes, by Bryan Mellonie - my personal favourite, it focuses on death as part of life for all things. It talks about some reasons for death, a bit about the fact that we have rituals, though they are non-specific, and it is very beautiful. Poetic, gorgeously illustrated, soothingly repetitive. I love this one.


I wrote about pets and the crazy wildlife in my 'hood just last week, which is very unusual for me. Maybe I'd been adhering to that no pets rule without even knowing it.


I had 4 cats when the monkey was born. I now have 3. I lost the cat I was the most connected with, Simba. I wrote and wrote about it on my blog, wrote a eulogy for him on my blog. He deserved that. And, I had to write about it because I couldn't express my grief as much as I'd have liked (as much as I needed to) in front of the monkey....

Whatever the stereotypes, write about your pets --
"mommy bloggers" unite! ;) We can write or post whatever we want!

And, hey, Catherine, thanks for the shout-out! MWAH!

Mrs. Chicky

Unfortunately, all of my pets are probably going to die around the same time(if fate doesn't have other plans) given their ages: Number 1 dog is 4, number 2 dog is 5, and the two cats are 6 or 7. I don't know how I'm going to explain to a preteen girl (in my opinion, the time when girls are the most attached to animals) why all her pets are dying and I'm not looking forward to it. But I do think it's an important lesson to learn and, if handled correctly, can be a positive teaching opportunity. Not that that's the reason we get pets. Oh, no, not at all.

Given my job I'll always have a revolving door of dogs. I also want my daughter to learn that just because there is a new one in the family it doesn't replace the existing ones or the memory of one that was just lost. But with each new pet we have an opportunity to act upon what we learned with the last one. And now I'm going to stop because I could go on and on! :)

Thanks for the link, my friend. I really enjoyed your take on this subject.


I have a cat, Bear, who was the apple of my eye pre-kids. I adored her, called myself mommy, and catered to her every feline wish...and if you know anything about cats you can imagine there were MANY.

Now though, Bear is a nuisance. She poos on the floor, sheds everywhere, and is another being needing my time. After a day of cuddles and over stimulation from two kids I can't face her requests for attention.

I have a tremendous amount of guilt about this and so have made a point lately of giving her a cuddle and encouraging the kids to do so as well. Respect our fellow animal! Give her the love she deserves as a member of our home. But, as soon as I see that poop on the floor (just minutes after cleaning her litter box and days after having the carpets cleaned...again) I go right back to resentment.

I held a meeting and asked the family if we could agree to find another more nurturing home for Bear. The tears, OH THE TEARS. Needless to say, Bear is still here.

I feel that I should hang my head in shame but my kids are calling and my cellular phone is ringing so it'll have to wait.


I am not a pet lover. Last night after getting hockey skates sharpened, my troop persuaded me to take a walk through a mega-pet store because they were soo good today The smell upon entry almost made me gag. I have changed 1000's of diapers with no issues of smell gag reflex. The kids however were mesmerized but the glowing and soothing light of the fish tanks and all listened attentively to the clerk about the hairless rodent she was holding (again enough to make me want to bolt).

All that being said, my 9 year daughter, Kendra finally got her wish two Christmas' ago, with the addition of our cat Washington, The suppose to be short-haired cat (by the way who has very long fur) is the love of Kendra's life. She has pictures of Washington posted all around her head-board of her bed and I cannot imagine her growing up without him.

I know there is value in having a pet if only through my daughter's eyes.

Catherine (Her Bad Mother)

I think that says that you are very bad murderers, or very good fish-keepers.

Husband and I managed to kill the one fish that we ever owned - Gilles 'The Fish' Poisson. I was surprised at how sad I was. So much so that I couldn't bear the idea of flushing him. So we buried him in a potted plant in our apartment, and the cat promptly dug him up and ate him.

Circle of life.


i don't have pets - unless you count our 4 year old goldfish Dorothy...that we can't seem to kill...no matter how infrequently we feed her and change her water.

what does that say about me??

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