Have the Tissue Handy

This is one of the most touching things I’ve ever seen. I started crying the minute the Sarah MacLachlan song started. It has special meaning for me.

In the comments for the video, some argue that his work is unfair to Baxter. What do you think?

Moments With Baxter


11 comments on “Have the Tissue Handy

  1. Miko says:

    That’s such a beautiful song. I strongly disagree that Baxter is being exploited, isn’t it obvious that he is receiving as much love as he is giving? There’s no way he would be living such a long and happy life now if he wasn’t working as a therapy dog. (Of course, this doesn’t explain why cats live so much longer than most dogs!)

  2. karen1945 says:

    I agree that Baxter is living a good life which he no doubt enjoys greatly. Can’t you just see someone trying to train a cat to be a “therapy cat”. LOL.

  3. Miko says:

    Yes, I joked with of my students about training Ben to be a seeing-eye dog. I claimed that he would probably lead me to the nearest highway … and leave me there.

  4. Petra says:

    That’s where our Julchen was found – at the 110, together with her mother and her siblings.

    Trust me, that cat is never in her life going back to any highway or freeway; she loves her cushy life far, far too much.

  5. Miko says:

    Ben was found abandoned in a cardboard box in a local park, together with his three siblings. A bunch of schoolkids found them and went from door-to-door looking for a new home … they finally lucked out when a kind-hearted American family took them in. Ben was the runt of the litter, and he nearly didn’t make it. His foster-mother gave him round-the-clock care, until he was big and strong enough to join our home at two months. He really does owe a huge debt of gratitude to her (and to me too, for taking him in). But do you think he cares about that? Noooooo.

  6. Karen says:

    Both our kitties were pound kitties. The best kind.

  7. Petra says:

    Another funny little story: When we adopted Julchen her mother and her siblings had already found new homes; Julchen was the only one left. When I saw her she was streaking through the room at the adoption place over to a stack of shelves, trying to hide under a stack of shelves. Well, the best laid plans… there was not enough room under the shelves and Julchen’s little pitch black hindquarters with the fuzzy kitten tail was sticking out. 🙂

    Black and lively! Yes, that was the cat for us. Then the lady at the adoption place said: “Oh, you don’t mind a black cat?”

    Excuse me?

    That was the first time that I learned that some people do have a thing about black cats and that the adoption agencies grill prospective new owners quite severely about their intentions (especially at the time running up to Halloween).

    We also had to rename our new family member, because the name they had given her at the agency was the name of OH’s ex. We still have the report from the vet after her neutering procedure saying “XXX (her old name) was a pleasure to work with.” That was so funny that OH called up his ex (a charming lady) to tell her this little story. They both had a a good giggle about it.

  8. Karen says:

    Our local shelter got in big trouble over the “black” issue. During black history month, they ran an ad touting adopting a black animal. I think they were even giving a discount. The local activists said it was racist and got all pissed off. The shelter withdrew the offer, but I noticed the spokesman did say that because of superstition, they had a harder time adopting out black animals. That probably pissed off the activists too.

  9. Karen says:

    Oh, and as to naming: We named our first Brittany after my father (spelled it differently) and the second after Ken’s father. Both men were avid hunters, and we figured it was a nice tribute to them to have these handsome dogs named in their honors. Of course, some folks just think we’re weird. We are, actually.

  10. Petra says:

    Yes, that was the reason – superstition re. black cats.

    I could hardly believe it… but apparently it is very rampant.

  11. Miko says:

    I like black cats very much, but I find them just a wee bit eerie. It has never surprised me that they are so strongly associated with witchcraft.

    Ben’s three siblings were very attractive, and were quickly adopted out. He was the last to find a home because of his strange markings and his little moustache (which are regarded as unattractive in Japan even in humans). The foster-parents were surprised that I wanted him, and they even offered to swap him for another sibling, but I said no, he’s the one for me! (I don’t know what I was thinking.) When they handed him over, they gave us a carry-case, a month’s supply of food and litter, and 100 dollars in cash. The foster-mother begged me to take good care of him, and she was trying really hard not to cry (perhaps they were tears of relief, ha ha!). She also kept in contact with me for several months afterwards, and was especially relieved when I reported that Ben had made himself right at home as soon as he arrived in our apartment.

    In fact, he pretty much took over the place.

    A few years ago all four adoptive parents had lunch together, to compare notes about our brood. I was pleased to discover the Ben the Runt had turned out to be the naughtiest of the bunch!

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