HeiressofBickworth
HeiressofBickworth's JournalI dread the morning (UPDATE) (FINAL)
Her name was Nija; we called her Ni-Ni or Ninny. She was completely black. She was a gift to my daughter and granddaughter from friends of my daughter who live in Vancouver BC. Nija was smuggled into the US under a coat on my daughter's lap; an undocumented immigrant. She never was a big kitty-- only weighed 9 pounds at her prime. She was about 4.5 at the end. She was a lovely pet and companion for my granddaughter. Son-in-law and Granddaughter took her to the vet this morning. She became so much of a hermit in the last couple of weeks, I don't think the other animals have figured out that she is actually gone. We have three other cats, age 5, and a dog age 1. Although it's nice to have the other animals, each one is an individual with her own characteristics and we will miss Ni-Ni very much.
Thanks for letting me share this with you. Kisses and hugs to your pets.
We have an old kitty -- she's about 19. She is little and frail and has had a couple of episodes in the past year where we weren't sure she was going to be with us much longer. But she's still here. The last couple of days she has been sleeping a lot under a bed by the heat register. Usually she jumps up on the bed to sleep by my side. Tonight when I went to my room, she came out from under the bed, meowed once loudly (usually has a soft voice) and stood there wobbling on her legs. She finally made it out to the kitchen and drank some water, all the time wobbling on her legs. Then went back under the bed where it's warm. It rained today -- we're hoping that is the rain that has stiffened her, but at her age, we can't keep kidding ourselves. She doesn't appear to be in any pain. Up until this morning, she has been eating. She doesn't like soft food and will only eat the dry stuff. She drank water tonight, so maybe that's a good sign. Like I said, I dread what the morning may bring.
Thanks to all of you for the kind words. As of this moment, Wed 6:04 pm, she is still with us. She only meowed once yesterday but has been quiet since then, that's why I figured she is not in pain. She came out from under the bed and went to the water dish just a few minutes ago, but was only barely able to walk. She is in the arms of son-in-law and they are trying to hand-feed her bits of tuna and trying to get her to drink some tuna water. There's no interest in either. We talked it over (daughter, son-in-law, me) and decided that son-in-law would take her to the vet tomorrow; the appointment is 9:30, if she lives that long. Granddaughter has to have some time with this decision as it is her cat since she was a baby -- they were babies together. I tear up at the very thought -- it's so sad that precious kitties have such short lives.
I lived in Germany 1965-67
I was about 20 when I went to Dachau and walked through the grounds. It was a mere 20 years after the war. Walked past mounds that were labeled ashes of unknown numbers. I walked along the blood ditches -- where for sport, the Nazi soldiers lined up prisoners and shot them through the head to see how many they could kill with one shot. I looked into the ovens where the bodies were burned. The prisoner barracks had been removed by that time, but the cement foundations were still in place. The administration building was a museum. I remember vividly the last picture on the wall of the museum -- it was a large wall-covering picture of the main courtyard of the camp showing prisoners shoulder to shoulder, filing the yard. The exit door was next -- opening the door upon the yard which was completely empty. Tears ran down my face the whole time I was there. I had read about Nazis and the Holocaust but there is nothing that can equal seeing in person where it happened.
As to the question of whether or not the Germans knew about the exterminations, I believe they not only knew and approved, but even BENEFITED from the removal of Jews. The homes and property of Jews were taken over by Germans seeking to improve their own lot. It can be summed up by one line of a movie I saw recently. A young Jewish man was looking for his family -- he went to his home which was occupied by Germans. The German wife says to the German husband, "but you said they were never coming back".
This has bothered me since the first Iraq war
Please, please don't call the Iraqi people "insurgents" because that isn't true. The definition of insurgent is 1) Rising in revolt against a government or other established authority 2) Rebelling against the leadership of a political party.
The Iraqi people were not in revolt against their government -- they were fighting an invasion by the Americans and "the coalition of the willing". We INVADED their country; they had every right to fight back. What we did was a violation of international law. Now remind me, just why aren't Bush and Cheney behind bars?
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