Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Not Only Humans Grieve Over the Loss of a Pet, Dogs Do Too!

Cato is in mourning for his sister, Lucky.

This post was initially posted in Cattle Dog Kids shortly after our beloved Lucky passed away. As Cato is writing his very own blog, Cato the Cattle Dog. He asked me to include this so Lucky will not be forgotten. When a pet dies, it’s not simply the death of a pet or an animal; it’s the death of a beloved member of the family. When a pet crosses over to the rainbow bridge, not only the human members of the family grieve, but also the pet siblings grieve. But sometimes, we forget this.

It’s been over a week since our little girl, Lucky, left us. Her pet dads, Kevin and myself (Steve), were, needless to say, devastated and are still suffering from our loss. I am brought to tears when I do the laundry, as Lucky was always at my side whenever I washed our clothes. I always had breakfast with Lucky and shared my banana with her. Kevin no longer has Lucky at his side whenever he cooks. When our pool opens, it will be tough because Lucky was always the first one in the pool with Kevin. Cato never liked swimming though and never went into the pool. But this is not about Kevin and my grieving. This is about Cato.

Cato and Lucky’s arrival at their new home.

Cato and Lucky were born on February 27, 2014, and they were never separated until Lucky’s passing. When they were neutered and spayed, the vet asked to keep Cato overnight with Lucky because they both put up such a fuss. When Kevin and I went on a week’s cruise, we boarded them at a dog hotel, and once again, the kennel owner had to put them in the same kennel so they wouldn’t bark and cry all night.

Cato and Lucky were nothing alike. Cato is very sensitive and laid back yet protective of his little sister. Lucky, on the other hand, was very bossy and overly energetic. I don’t think Lucky thought she was a dog because she never liked to be with other dogs other than Cato. She barked at everything and eventually got Cato to join in. We tried to walk them together several times, but Lucky made this a major undertaking. We tried the dog park, but Lucky would have nothing to do with the whole experience. Cato was okay with the adventure but a bit too nervous. We tried taking them both to CountryMax, but Lucky barked at the other animals and tried stealing the toys and treats. Once again, Cato was okay, albeit nervous.

Even though Lucky was rambunctious, she was extremely loving, always covering us and other people she knew with tons of kisses. Cato has always liked to cuddle and kiss, too, and constantly craves attention. Whenever we bought toys for both dogs, Lucky would end up hoarding them all for herself, barking and growling if Cato tried to take one. Even though Cato and Lucky would occasionally fight over a toy, they would go to bed and cuddle together.

Both Cato and Lucky would relax when Kevin and I would be together watching television in the living room. If Kevin was in his basement office working and I was in another room, Cato and Lucky would be unsettled and wouldn’t relax until Kevin and I were together with them. Just like good cattle dogs are supposed to do – herd!

When Kevin and I went out and left them in the house alone, Cato would go upstairs to the bedroom and lay on the bed looking out the window for our return, and Lucky would stay downstairs looking out the window for any sign of our car. If we just went next door to visit the neighbors, leaving them in the house, they would bark and howl until we returned. Lucky howled the most and occasionally peed on the floor to punish us for leaving.

Cato and Lucky snuggling together.

Since Cato and Lucky had never been apart, we were worried about how Cato would react to Lucky not being here with us. When Kevin brought Lucky’s body to the pet crematorium, it was the last time Cato and I saw our little girl. When Kevin left, Cato went to the bedroom where Lucky passed away and began looking for her, smelling the spot where Lucky peacefully passed. He then went room to room looking for his little sister. When Kevin returned home, Cato was afraid to go near Kevin, probably thinking Kevin brought his sister away and she was not coming back. After a couple of hours, Cato seemed to lose his fear of Kevin and allowed him to approach him.

On the first day, Cato didn’t want to eat. He would go to his food bowl but look around for Lucky. He continued to look for Lucky before he started eating for a few days more. We moved his bowl to a new location to help him establish a new routine. He’s now back to eating normally. He gets his treats as usual and doesn’t look for Lucky trying to steal his treats. After a couple of hours, he was okay.

Lucky had a favorite toy, a stuffed monkey, which he wouldn’t let Cato play with. If Cato managed to get the toy away from Lucky, she would bully him until she got it back. Cato has not gone near that toy and refuses to take it if it is given to him. The toy is now in the bedroom, on the floor, where Lucky passed. Cato hasn’t really played with many of the toys they used to play with together, so we took Cato to CountryMax to pick out his own toy. He was very good on his walk throughout the store and paid no attention to any of the other dogs in the store. He ignored the treats and most of the toys and then finally picked out a big stuffed hedgehog, which he hadn’t let out of his sight.

Cato and his hedgehog.

Cato picks out a toy at CountryMax.

Every day now, Cato goes for a walk, something that was just about impossible, with his sister. When we go next door to visit our neighbors, Cato comes with us and lays down, enjoying simply being with us. He acts like a completely different dog. He is not anxious and doesn’t whine to go home. When we leave, he walks calmly to the gate and waits to return to our house. When we are all in the house, Cato doesn’t let either of us out of sight, but he is quite calm. When it’s his bedtime, he goes to bed and goes right to sleep. For a few days, he would lay on the bed and stare into space as if he was looking at Lucky. He isn’t doing this much anymore. He still looks around for Lucky when he goes down to the basement, but as time goes on, this becomes less obvious.

Yesterday, Kevin and I went to pick up Lucky’s ashes. Sadly, this was on Kevin’s birthday. Instead of leaving Cato at home, we took him with us for the half-hour drive. On the way to where we were to pick up Lucky’s ashes, Cato was nervous and excited, probably because he had never been on a car ride this long. When we picked up the urn and drove back home, Cato seemed oddly calmer and relaxed. Maybe he knew his sister was coming home. He was very happy when we all got back home, and he was exhausted.

Lucky’s ashes are in a place of remembrance.
Lucky’s memorial stone for our pond garden.

Kevin and I will miss Lucky dearly, but we will cherish Cato even more now. We have these memorials to keep Lucky in our hearts forever, but the best tribute to Lucky is to give all of our love and attention to her brother Cato and care for him the best we know how. We are all still grieving, but Cato is showing us how to be brave. Lucky’s big brother is taking care of all of us now.

When Lucky suddenly passed, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue with this blog, but Kevin convinced me to continue it as a tribute to Cato. Even though Lucky is not physically with us, she is still one of our Cattle Dog Kids.

The last photo of Lucky and Cato together.




Monday, October 21, 2024

How I Communicate with My Dads.


I know everyone communicates with others by various means. Some use spoken language, and some use sign language. I use my own personal look for whatever I want or need. This is my “I gotta pee” look. If my dad doesn’t get up and let me out, which is rarely, I start to whine and then bark. But this look almost always works immediately.

I Need Some Attention!




One of my dads has gone away to a conference, and I’m not getting as much attention as I usually do. My dad will be gone for four days, and I’m afraid my other dad will leave me alone. So I follow him wherever he goes. When he sits down, I have to be right next to him to ensure that I get a lot of attention. Last night, he stayed up late watching television. It was way past my bedtime, so I sat in front of him and stared, whining, until he went upstairs with me to bed.

I’m so used to having both of my dads at home with me that I get anxious when one of them leaves, even for a short time. I don’t completely relax until everyone is home together. A few months ago, both of my dads went on vacation for a whole week, and they left me with a friend of theirs. He was very nice, but I was extremely upset. I wouldn’t even eat except for a few snacks.

I still remember my dads leaving me, and I’m afraid they’ll do it again. I guess you humans call that separation anxiety. It’s not fun for us dogs. I know my dads worry about me when they go away, but I really miss them when they are gone, even for a few minutes. 

Okay, I'm Ready for Bed


Cato waiting to go to bed.

 

One of my dads is at a conference for a few days, and my other dad and I are at home. My dad, Kevin, who is away, always goes to bed earlier than my dad, Steve, so I am not used to staying up so late. Today I went for a walk, had many treats, and spent time barking at anything and everything in the backyard.

I have had my dinner, brushed my teeth, gone out to pee several times, and begged for treats, but not always successfully. So now I am ready for bed. But my dad says, " It's only 8 o'clock!" Isn't it terrible that he's making me stay up so late?

 

 



 

I Always Know How to Get a Treat.

Cato

If there is one thing I know I have done well, it is that I have trained one of my dads to know when I need, or more correctly, want a treat.

When my dads are eating their meal at the kitchen table, and they have finished without giving me a taste of their meal, I gently lay my head on my dad's lap (this is the dad I have trained the best) and look up at him.

With a little whining, in a very few minutes, he gets up, goes to the treats area, and gives me my well-deserved treat. Mission accomplished.

Continuing The Tradition on My Own.

Cato the Top Dog

At times I really miss my little sister, Lucky, but now I'm the top dog around our house. I must admit that Lucky was quite bossy and got on my nerves a lot. She hoarded all of our toys and tried to steal my snacks and she also wanted too much attention. Our dads couldn't take us for a walk many times because Lucky barked at everyone and everything and was not at all behaved.

Now things are different. I'm much more relaxed. I can have all the toys to myself, but I don't touch Lucky's favorite toy, out of respect for her. I can eat my meals in peace and I don't have any competition for snacks. I also don't have any competition for attention. I get it all!

I also go for a walk every day, which I love so much that I want to go several times during the day. I go right to my leash and harness whenever I want to go for a walk. When I am walking with my dad I mind my own business and don't bark at all. Whenever I meet another dog I don't growl or bark, but simply do my sniffing to get to know them. I even wait until I get home to pee!

Sunday, August 6, 2023

I Guess I'm a Creature of Habit!

Cato waiting to go to bed!

Last month one of my dads, Kevin, left me for a whole month while he went to Malaysia to visit his family. This is the longest time either of my two dads has left me. Usually, when both of my dads are home, Kevin, goes to bed at 9:30, as he has to get up early for work. This is a great time for me, so I gladly go to bed with him. I usually start to whine at about 9:15 to signal that I'm ready for bed.

My dad, Steve, doesn't go to bed until much later, as he is retired and can stay up and watch TV. I wasn't having any of these late-night bedtimes. At about 9 o'clock I would sit in front of him and stare. If that didn't work, I would then start to whine. And if that didn't work I started to bark and howl. Finally, Dad got up and headed toward the stairs. Naturally, having to be first I raced upstairs and jumped on the bed. But he fooled me. He went back down to watch TV. Can you imagine that? He wanted me to go to bed alone! No way was I going to bed alone! So I came back down to get him. After a few more of my antics, he relented and went to bed with me. It was almost 10 0'clock! I went right to sleep.

My dad, not used to going to bed so early, of course, got up early, but not me. I stayed right in bed until he went downstairs. My dad kept complaining to me that he didn't like going to bed when it wasn't dark yet, but I paid no attention.

Finally, my dad, Kevin, came back home. I was so happy. I could once again go to bed at a decent hour. But when he gets up early for work. I stay in bed with my dad, Steve, until he gets up later. I guess you could say I'm a creature of habit.

Not Only Humans Grieve Over the Loss of a Pet, Dogs Do Too!

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