Things that sh*t me the seventeenth

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I get to Caulfield and see there's two Dandenong trains before an East Pakenham.

Said two DNG trains go past basically empty.
The EPH shows up and it's basically peak hour.
How!!!

It’s why I hate public transport and refuse to catch it. Was always the same post anything at the MCG or Melbourne Park, 2 empty Glen Waverley trains before a Lilydale or Belgrave service which was full by the time it gets to Richmond.
 
I get to Caulfield and see there's two Dandenong trains before an East Pakenham.

Said two DNG trains go past basically empty.
The EPH shows up and it's basically peak hour.
How!!!

So catch the Dandenong train in comfort and style, and wait at Dandy for the by-now-just-about-empty Pakenham train. Simples!
 

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You did the right thing by being there for the dogs. It's painful but I'm sure seeing you makes the process slightly more palatable for them.
I think you should be with them ..imo .

First one was the worst experience.

Second one was alot better .
Dog old vet was there to say goodbye and older vet was good too.

Saying goodbye is hard.
But you spend alot a time with them I think you should be there one thier last day.
 
Doing a warranty claim on a belkin screen protector purchased at apple. Registered product at belkin website.

Go to do a claim. There is an upload button to upload a photo. But there is a check box to ask whether registered or not and when you select yes the upload button disappears.

If i say not registered, i need to upload both a receipt for proof of purchase plus a photo of damage, but you can only upload 1 file or image.
 
That's true.
I always look at the funny things and good times .

We lost a cat last year .
She wanted to go .
We told her it's ok you can go now.
In true pet style didn't want to make a fuss.
Passed over night.


Current cat is 16yo.
Hope we can spend a bit more time with her.

Had to put down me family cat nearly 5 years ago now - it would have been about 2 weeks shy of her 18th birthday, for what was essentially a moggy but we could tell there was burmese or similar in her mix

She had survived a few things over her years (including Hyperthyroidism about 5/6 years earlier), but had signs over those last couple of weeks. She had all but stopped eating for a few days so took her to the vet thinking it wasn’t going to be good news, but they kept her in over night & put her on a saline drip which gave her a boost and she was back to being this spritely thing again…at least until the course of medication finished

Over those last few nights though it was like she was going through cat dementia type thing - you’d call her in the evening & she’d sit there under the tree meowing, and you’d have to carry her inside. Similar to you I was talking with her and told her, you let us know when you’re ready as we don’t want you in pain

She slept on my bed over her last few nights but would get up at 5:30am, until the last morning when I woke up around 6 and she was just sitting there - I sat up to check on her & found she had wet herself (first time since taking her home that happened) and just sat there with her for like an hour. Spoke to the vet when they opened & they said to bring her up, she didn’t fight going to the car and was happy curled up in my arms for the trip. Once in the room at the vets she sat on the bench, and when the vet left the room to get the paperwork for things she decided to lay down and cross her front paws - it sucked & absolutely hurt more than I thought it would as I thought I was ready, but seeing her at peace & ready for what she knew was about to happen did help ease some pain
 
Shits me the way booking international airline tickets has turned into Operation Moneysuck. They're all the same, but specifically Air NZ right now.

No food or drink or luggage or entertainment unless you drop a chunk of money to upgrade to the Less Shitful option. Seat selection? Add another $25-$40 per seat per flight. And if you want to pay in any civilised manner, they'll add on a card fee ($30 for return flight).

Icing on the cake is foreign exchange - as soon as you enter an Australian credit card number the currency magically changes from NZD to AUD for convenience.

Go to xe.com/ucc to see what the current exchange rate is and how much the airline is going to rip you off for the convenient conversion.

Total fares: NZD$2592
Auto change to: AUD$2460
Xe current rates: AUD$2344
Amount charged on card after insisting on paying the NZD amount: AUD$2356

That sneaky $104 is Crico-like convenience. I wonder how many people get sucked in by it.

And like I said, they all do it.
 
You did the right thing by being there for the dogs. It's painful but I'm sure seeing you makes the process slightly more palatable for them.
100%

We did two at home held the pets while it was happening. Very very peaceful.

Did one at the vet. Thankfully the vet really went above and beyond. Quiet room with low lighting and soft blankets. Gave the kitty some proper treats beforehand too.

Always hard but you can see the comfort they have from you being there with them right til the end. Really don’t know how you could not be there for them.
 
100%

We did two at home held the pets while it was happening. Very very peaceful.

Did one at the vet. Thankfully the vet really went above and beyond. Quiet room with low lighting and soft blankets. Gave the kitty some proper treats beforehand too.

Always hard but you can see the comfort they have from you being there with them right til the end. Really don’t know how you could not be there for them.
Your vet did a great job and they knew what were doing .sentive you your needs.

first time I booked it with the vet.
I opened up the back of the wagon he got excited he was going somewhere even tho he could not walk he moved himself to the front door.
They put us me and dog (Mrs couldn't watch it) I was already upset.
The 2 young nurses were talking and started saying he knew what was going to happen I could see him cry .
I lost it and left the room , I could hear he's head hit the ground.
I should of done better for him imo.

Second time I got a doggie bed , I guess I learnt .
But still disappointed on how the first one happened.

Sorry to quote you on this ....
I never really talks about before.
 
When I took Fritz to the Vet I knew she wasn't coming home with me. She started staggering on the Friday night and I thought she'd had a stroke.
I held her most of the weekend and she only ate a bit of cheese which was her fave treat.
I rang the Vet first thing Monday morning and told him I thought she'd had a stroke and her time was probably up. He said come straight down.
He his hands over her body and said it's not a stroke but stomach cancer and he could feel a lot of it.
I asked of should have known and he said no cats are very good at hiding pain and when they go downhill it is very quick.
He told me what to expect and said their eyes don't close when they pass.
He was to her side and I was in front at her head and told her I loved her, thanked her for being a great cat and looked into her eyes and patted her head until he told me she was gone.

He gave me a hug and ever so gently scooped her up and took her out of the room.

When he came back he asked what would I like him to do with her. I said I got her from the Animal Welfare League and would like her to go back there to be cremated and rest in their garden with the other cremated beasties.

I paid, got her cage and then sat outside the vets and cried. Fritz was 1.5 when I adopted her and she had been very abused by kids. I had her until she was 13 and I know I gave her a good life. Because my house was empty 3 days later I adopted Misi from Animal Welfare League. She was 5 and had been adopted, tortured then dumped out the front a month later. She had been there 6 months since and was badly damaged. I have had her 6 years and she still has issues but she knows she is loved.

I guess the point is do your best and it's shit losing pets but don't beat yourself up about it. They know they are loved.

This is Fritz (3rd photo she is off her chops after getting dental work)

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And this is Misi
Exploring the day I adopted her
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Her time out box when I knew to leave her alone

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3 months after adoption
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She is totally a mood :)
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And lives for chicken tenderloins
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Misi is 11 now. When it is time to say goodbye I will adopt another abused cat who needs a home.
 

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When I took Fritz to the Vet I knew she wasn't coming home with me. She started staggering on the Friday night and I thought she'd had a stroke.
I held her most of the weekend and she only ate a bit of cheese which was her fave treat.
I rang the Vet first thing Monday morning and told him I thought she'd had a stroke and her time was probably up. He said come straight down.
He his hands over her body and said it's not a stroke but stomach cancer and he could feel a lot of it.
I asked of should have known and he said no cats are very good at hiding pain and when they go downhill it is very quick.
He told me what to expect and said their eyes don't close when they pass.
He was to her side and I was in front at her head and told her I loved her, thanked her for being a great cat and looked into her eyes and patted her head until he told me she was gone.

He gave me a hug and ever so gently scooped her up and took her out of the room.

When he came back he asked what would I like him to do with her. I said I got her from the Animal Welfare League and would like her to go back there to be cremated and rest in their garden with the other cremated beasties.

I paid, got her cage and then sat outside the vets and cried. Fritz was 1.5 when I adopted her and she had been very abused by kids. I had her until she was 13 and I know I gave her a good life. Because my house was empty 3 days later I adopted Misi from Animal Welfare League. She was 5 and had been adopted, tortured then dumped out the front a month later. She had been there 6 months since and was badly damaged. I have had her 6 years and she still has issues but she knows she is loved.

I guess the point is do your best and it's shit losing pets but don't beat yourself up about it. They know they are loved.

This is Fritz (3rd photo she is off her chops after getting dental work)

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And this is Misi
Exploring the day I adopted her
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Her time out box when I knew to leave her alone

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3 months after adoption
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She is totally a mood :)
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And lives for chicken tenderloins
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Misi is 11 now. When it is time to say goodbye I will adopt another abused cat who needs a home.

Gorgeous photos
 
Your vet did a great job and they knew what were doing .sentive you your needs.

first time I booked it with the vet.
I opened up the back of the wagon he got excited he was going somewhere even tho he could not walk he moved himself to the front door.
They put us me and dog (Mrs couldn't watch it) I was already upset.
The 2 young nurses were talking and started saying he knew what was going to happen I could see him cry .
I lost it and left the room , I could hear he's head hit the ground.
I should of done better for him imo.

Second time I got a doggie bed , I guess I learnt .
But still disappointed on how the first one happened.

Sorry to quote you on this ....
I never really talks about before.
Don’t apologize mate, it’s a devastating thing to go through. We got very very lucky that the vet practitioners and our pets were very calm, very peaceful and even then it was still brutally hard.
 
The first time I had to let a dog go it was sudden and unexpected. Billie was only 10, but she'd had a stroke. I had no idea what was going to happen when I rushed her to the emergency vet - I thought they'd just put her on a drip or something for the weekend then I'd take her home. They told me there was nothing they could do but let her go gently. Holding her as she passed was so awful but weirdly comforting at the same time.

The second time around, Max was 15 and had been unwell for a while. The vet was really sensitive and let us sit on the floor crying as long as we needed to.
 
Testing positive for COVID 3 days before Christmas.

Not sad for me but I’ll miss my youngest’s first Christmas. And that’s left me shattered.

Most importantly I’m hoping my two boys and wife don’t catch it but missing his first Christmas has hit me like an absolute gut punch.
 
Testing positive for COVID 3 days before Christmas.

Not sad for me but I’ll miss my youngest’s first Christmas. And that’s left me shattered.

Most importantly I’m hoping my two boys and wife don’t catch it but missing his first Christmas has hit me like an absolute gut punch.
That sucks mate
 
Testing positive for COVID 3 days before Christmas.

Not sad for me but I’ll miss my youngest’s first Christmas. And that’s left me shattered.

Most importantly I’m hoping my two boys and wife don’t catch it but missing his first Christmas has hit me like an absolute gut punch.
Oh Jatzy that sucks 😭😭
I know it’s not the same but maybe you can do a really special day just the four of you when you test negative to make up for it ❤️
 
Wife tested positive this morning, eldest son still negative.

Our 8 week old will just have to get the antibodies from my wife’s breastmilk.

Looks like we will be spending Christmas together after all, it’ll just be the 4 of us.
 
Wife tested positive this morning, eldest son still negative.

Our 8 week old will just have to get the antibodies from my wife’s breastmilk.

Looks like we will be spending Christmas together after all, it’ll just be the 4 of us.
Hopefully you and Mrs. Jatz are feeling well enough to make a nice day of it. It's kind of lovely to have a small Christmas to be honest.
 
Wife tested positive this morning, eldest son still negative.

Our 8 week old will just have to get the antibodies from my wife’s breastmilk.

Looks like we will be spending Christmas together after all, it’ll just be the 4 of us.

Oh good you can all be together. That's not such a bad thing.
 

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