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Stanley
Local Historian & Old Fart
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Jack is making a lot of friends in Barlick. I don't know why, maybe it's his face markings but people on the street feel the need to stroke him. Women in particular fall for him.
As you know, I had a bad experience with Joe, the lurcher from Irlam. I was very wary about taking another feral dog on but I'm beginning to think that Jack will make it as a member of the team. He's good at coming to hand when off the lead but I'm not saying he'd take any notice if he was distracted.
He's fast and very agile and seems to have lungs as big as a bucket, I haven't heard him pant as though he's out of breath even after a hard run. As for jumping, he's like a cat. Here he is on his favourite perch. Someone asked me the other day why I don't stop him doing it. It's easier to clean the drainer twice a day!
[This topic started as Jack's blog but in Jan 2008 I had to put him down because he started attacking strange dogs. His successor is Black Jack. a Patterdale pup, no point erasing Jack the Lurcher from history.... he was a good dog and what happened wasn't his fault. He had too bad a start.....]
Stanley Challenger Graham
Barlick View stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk
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Gloria
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 11:26
Stanley, Slowly slowly catchee monkey.
I'd be dangerous with a brain!!!!! www.briercliffesociety.co.uk |
Stanley
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 11:34
Now then, let's get to the bottom of this........
Stanley Challenger Graham
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moh
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 12:11
How cute - he fits better on the draining board than 'big' Jack
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Sue
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 13:06
Stanley, I have been very selfish recently, its been a bad few weeks with my er bum!, and I had missed that poor Jack had passed away, . How traumatic for you. I had a favourite cat. He was officially called fudge, but more often fat cat or moaner or winger. We got him from Bleak Holt near Rochdale at the age of 7. He had huge eyes, huge tail, huge feet and was the skinniest thing you ever did see, you could feel every rib.,but he talked to you. You know proper talk. He soon became MY cat as I nursed him through a few illnesses and then he nursed me through a hysterectomy and a year later a perforated appendix, lying next to me on my bed and respoding to my every move. We were very close. He was more like a dog. Where I went he went. When he came in in the morning the first thing he did was to search for me and check I was still there.
Then one summer he didn't look right. Old age we thought, he was 18 by this time which is not bad for a ginger Tom. By this time he had lost an eye, had a bent ear a lot of arthritis and just moaned, moaned all day just like a really old dare I say HUMAN.. We were going on holiday and youngest daughter always looked after him when we were away but she was very upfront. Mum what do I do if he dies. She had her instructions, but every day the same question. Then Sunday before we were due to depart he crawled on to my knee, crawled on the floor and just lay looking at me with a pleading look. I had to do it. I hated it.
The next day at 8.00 am I took him to the vets and left him for tests but I just KNEW!!!. At *8.30 I had the dreaded phonecall he had liver cancer and would not last the week, it was kinder to... ( gosh I am crying here...). I rushed down to the vet and held him in my arms. He was howling with pain , I just had to say DO IT. I hugged that cat for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't want to leave. We never replaced him ( we still had another cat, and I could NEVER replace this one) so we give the equivalent amount of money for his yearly care to Bleak Holt every year.
So Stanley I so know how you felt and I am so happy that you have found a new friend
Fudge is still with us. We had him cremated and his ashes are buried in his favourite spotin the garden
Sue
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frankwilk
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 13:25
Everyday you meet such nice people on here. I can understand how you must have felt.
Frank Wilkinson Once Navy Always Navy |
Sue
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 13:49
Fudgies last Christmas, note the bent ear, he still had both eyes. He had his own Christmas cracker and hence hat!!
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frankwilk
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 14:32
Looks like a true Warrior !!!!!!!!
Frank Wilkinson Once Navy Always Navy |
Sue
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 15:30
Well he was certainly in the wars and usuually lost. Too kind hearted
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marilyn
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Posted - 03/02/2008 : 23:18
Ah....it has only take a half hour but I have finally sussed the Ben/Jack thing!!!! There was a name change......
get your people to phone my people and we will do lunch...MAZ |
Stanley
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 05:43
Sorry Maz..... Sue, when I had to put Eigg down after 19 years it was like losing a child, took me six months to get over it. Jack was different, he could have been dangerous, sad to put him down but relieved to do it. I was ready for Jack2 10 days later.......
Stanley Challenger Graham
Barlick View stanley at barnoldswick.freeserve.co.uk |
marilyn
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 08:54
mmmm....and from what I have been catching up on....the new boy is training you well Stanley. Thank goodness puppyhood has an end to it. You'll soon get there Stanley.
get your people to phone my people and we will do lunch...MAZ |
Sue
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 10:32
Yes Stanley, I agree its like losing a child, a member of the family for over 11 years, one that can never be replaced. I had abit of a weepy day yesterday and my little story brought it all back
Sue
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moh
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 11:13
I joined in too Sue - am a real softie.
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Sue
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 12:14
Thanks Moh, a distant shoulder to cry on!! Sue
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Sue
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Posted - 04/02/2008 : 12:31
I was just re-reading what happened to Jack1 Stanley. All our cats have been rescue cats, some with good and some bad stories to tell. Our latest , Soda was obviously well well loved , but was found crying, howling in the house of a neighbour of her owner. The old man had died 2 weeks previously and no one knew about the cat. She was obviously fed little tit bits like bacon and we have to cook her own rasher on a Sunday morning. Even now when she comes in the house and can't see us straight away she howls.
Fudgie's story was less happy. He was kept in one room for 7 years, We don't know why, but we gather all the cats were removed together so it imples poor treatment.He didn't know how to use a litter tray and never washed. He was very polite, and at the animal sanctuary always let the other cats eat first and ate what was left . We often wondered why. House training him was horrific and we nearly gave up and took him back, but suddenly it clicked ( except when he was ill) When we got him we already had two other cats . Fishwife ( er sorry Heather) and a beautiful kind hearted black and white neutered male. Fish wife taught Fudgie to wash himself and he changed from being ginger and cream to being ginger and white. For a long time we had to feed him in a separate room to be sure that the other two cats didn't eat his share before him...
Poor old fudgie monster. Rest in Peace.
Sue
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