Then I should’ve gone to Specsavers because I don’t see it. I see a dog, the bed, a blanket inside the bed (or the bottom made of another material, but not made of cat), a blanket outside the bed, a couch
Snorre never cared - I tried to teach him about the importance of music, but he just never cared. Like he just filtered it out. No Matter the volume, no matter the music.
Also it’s the name of a Norse skald from ancient times. We do believe it means something like “the fast” originally, but in his case the s was silent. When he was put to sleep he has diabetes and kidney failure. His weight was about 8kg. snorre the magnificent
The doctors said it would make no difference. It was a tough decision to put him down even if we knew he would only suffer. It still hurts missing him, but most of the time it’s all beautiful memories of all the time we had together. My SO had him for 8 years before we got together, so I only have pictures of his younger years. He was always fond of warm cozy places close to the food
That was a lot of fancy words that I wish I understood. I’m betting my money (it’s not much) on this: his diabetes was because he was fat. The kidney failure we’re not sure. But the result of the mix was that he could not eat carbs for his diabetes and proteins was out of the question because of the kidney failure. We do believe (in hindsight) that he had diabetes for a few years before he was medicated.
If it’s one thing I might say kept him going for so long was that he was on science hills organic food from the beginning (real food not leftover proteins from fish industry) and the last 4 he was on diet food and later on medic food, and only wet. He had to pull teeth on one side, and always preferred wet food. He had about two years on insulin.
He got very poorly and we had regular monthly visits to the vet. The insulin could no longer take him down to sustainable bit high values of blood sugar. He did not show any pain and was not grumpy. The veterinary told us to think very hard about keeping him alive as he would not have a good time. One last photo of him - his last minute on my SO’s arm at the vet. snorre
We put his ashes in a grave and planted a tree there - he did love trees and other plants
Mine mostly don’t really care unless there’s some kind of motion going on.
Unless you play the Eufloria soundtrack. Then the oldest one suddenly freaks the hell out and tries to escape whatever room he’s in. No clue why, just immediate panic and run.
My eldest dislikes it, but she rarely ever likes anything not made of tuna. Doesn’t even like catnip. My youngest doesn’t mind music. The other day I spent the better part of the afternoon doing meal prep while listening to Idles, Ghost, Coltrane, and other artists on a speaker, and she went to his favourite spot to hang out, coming occasionally for scritches. Could’ve run upstairs or hid under furniture but didn’t.