About Me

On September 1, 2010 my sweet little muppethead, KiraDog, died. She was diagnosed with Cushings disease in November 2009 and it finally gave way to heart disease and liver failure. I knew I needed another dog to fill the void in my heart and my home so I worked with Furbaby Rescue (where Kira came from) and was gently encouraged to meet a particular dog in need of a forever home. On September 10, 2010 I adopted Conor. . . . This is his story.

About Me (and really, when you think about it, it IS all about ME):

Conor: Gender: Masculine; Usage: Irish, English, Irish Mythology; Pronounced: KAHN-…ôr (English): Anglicized form of the Gaelic name Conchobhar which means "dog lover" or "wolf lover" also "lover of hounds". It has been in use in Ireland for centuries and was the name of several Irish kings.

Hi everyone!

My name is Conor. Well, it used to be Bumper but my mom thought it was as silly name (and in a way, so did I) for a grown-up puppy so she re-named me Conor. Conor, now that's a good strong manly-man Irish name, don't you think? I'm quite proud of it myself :-)

Anyway, I'm a "Liver" coloured Shih Tzu and I was about 2 1/2 years old when I was adopted (Mom says my Birthday is July 4, 2008! She's not 100% sure of the right date, but that's the day she picked). I have allergies and have to be careful (pfft!) about what I eat - no wheat, grains, or beef allowed. I'm a rambunctious guy who always seems to find trouble, er...toys, to play with. I like watching the world around me from my perch in the kitchen bay window and love my mom to bits - and even though he didn't really like me much, I also miss SirWillyCat a little.

Characters in my life:

  • Aunt Jo and Uncle Dale: Mom and Aunt Jo have been friends for almost 30 years, since high school. Aunt Jo is a pet person and raised both her kids to love animals. Uncle Dale, having grown up on a farm, had to be converted a little bit.
  • Aunt Diane: Mom's friend and (retired) co-worker. Aunt Diane lives a few doors away from us and we sometimes go to her place for a visit.
  • Miss Eleni: Founder of Furbaby Rescue
  • Miss Nicole: A Furbaby adopter who has two puppers to call her own. She lives in a different town, but close enough to mom they could visit (if their schedules ever let them!) Miss Nicole loves hearing my stories :-)
  • Miss Vanja: Met mom through Furbaby Rescue. They haven't met in person 'cause she lives far away.
  • VetLady: Dr. I. Elizabeth Borgmann, founder of the Whatcom Road Veterinary Clinic
  • Willy: (aka SirWillyCat): Adopted January 7, 1994. Willy died on January 24, 2011. He was 17 1/2 years old.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Mom haz a sad :-(

And now we are two.

SirWillyCat died last night.

But mom says even though she's sad, it's OK 'cause she got to hold him and love him and pet him in his favourite places (side of the face, mostly) and she sang this silly little song to him as he died.

Willy was 17 1/2 years old, pretty gosh darn old for a kitty!  So for that mom is grateful.  I tried hard to be Willy's buddy, but he always hissed at me.  That's OK, perseverance started to pay off when he let me touch noses a few weeks ago.  I think he knew I just wanted to be a friend when I didn't bark or try to chase him.  Mom says he tolerated my presence, that must mean he loved me too!  I mean, there were presents involved, amiright?

I got to sleep on the bed with mom last night afterward.  She needed me close by.  I'm glad I could help her.  This morning I kept looking for Willy then mom took out the carrier (Willy was safely elsewhere overnight) and now we're going to the Vet.  Mom says he'll be home in a few days to lay on the shelf above Kira.

Mom says she's OK, sad, but OK.  Grateful he died at home and that he wasn't alone when he did go, that is was very peaceful and calm.

But...now we are two.


  1. Oh Fiona, I am so sorry:-(

  2. Thanks Eleni...Oddly enough, I'm OK. I tell myself he was 17 1/2 years old, I had him for 17 years and knew his whole life was good (oh, to be a house cat!) Also, he wasn't "sick" with anything major throughout his life! His kidneys were in rough shape towards the end, but so far as I could tell, he was only in any discomfort for about 2-3 days at most. It was quiet, peaceful and gentle - and at home. That makes it easier...that, and the loss of Kira prepped me well.

  3. I am very sorry for your loss, he lived a long life, but it's never easy to lose a wonderful pet. Hugs for you and Conor