Open Question: please help i need ideas on helping feral cats PLEASE?
In the last year I have started feeding and taking care of the feral cats that live in the woods behind my house ( I live on Long Island) and now that it is winter my heart is breaking to see them in this cold weather with the snow rain ect… so i started making shelters for them and even started TNR (trap neuter return) and I want to make flyers to put at pet stores with info on how to make the shelters so hopefully people will start helping in their area too (ya know if everyone just took care of their own backyard) but i also want to put some info in there like false myths like cats are disease infected and dirty ect…. i just want people to see how if they want to help they can easily and cheaply cuz the kittens/cats are suffering any ideas on what to put on flyer Also I am really going broke where is the best price on catfood&does any groups help or sell food cheaper to people that take care of feral cat colonies

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 08:10:47 GMT
Resolved Question: what do you think about this story? ?
it is so sad, please read: this is about a puppy in the puppy mill that got abandoned, of course, a man created it, but it tells a story about the poor dog
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When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked “How could you?” They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured “How could you?”
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself –a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone f
It is so sad, I found it on an old website, that doesn’t exist anymore.
No, I didn’t write it, my friend did, and she posted this on an old website that doesn’t exist anymore, like I said

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 23:17:29 GMT

Open Question: Comment on my story…?
I don’t really understand why I wrote it all of a sudden. It was just an idea that popped in my head, like inspirations inspire you. If you wish to, go ahead and comment. Thank you,
10th Birthday- There was a bird, light blue with gray stripes, that died on my birthday.
No one noticed me as I walked out of the front door, slipping my jacket on. I was already bored on my own birthday party and felt intrigued by the bird. It was as if the wind howled my name when I touched it. Mom always told me I’d get a disease if I touched an infected animal, but I felt the bird’s pain and suffer. There was nothing I could do but be there with the blue creature on the day of its death, so that he wouldn’t die alone in the cold weather.
I wasn’t really the type of person who was kind-hearted and helped the needy. But when the animal died later on that day and everyone inside the house went looking for me outside in the dark, I felt like crying. No one knew I was hidden deep in a bush, burying a bird they wouldn’t think twice about. Maybe it was bad luck or just an incident that was let happened, but I suddenly felt attached to the bird. It’s like you feel sensational, but there’s no words to explain it.
“I found her, I found her!” someone shouted and lights blurred my vision. My face was wet with perspiration and tears, and all my guests and family helped me into the house, asking what was wrong or if I had hurt myself. There wasn’t anything wrong. Yet nothing was right either. I wasn’t even sad for the bird, but I cried anyway. All my friends and guests had to leave early that evening because of what happened. Mom and dad where a bit dissapointed in my actions of worrying everyone like that.
11th birthday- It was September all over again, and nobody remembered what happened last year. There weren’t enough tears for that poor little bird, so I just decided to move on. This time, it was a sleepover with eleven of my friends invited. Surprisingly, I didn’t give a thought that all eleven will attend. But they did, excited and jumpy for some odd reason. First to arrive was Evelyn.
“Nice house,” she complimented, feeling all my furniture with care. Evelyn liked detail and texture. When I first met her, she shook my hand and her fingers make her way up to my wrists and elbows, feeling my skin. I reminded her about that and she said, “You had a very smooth and soft feeling.” So I had, though I always felt my arms and they are always rough as leather.
Then came along River. Mom opened the door and commented that River is the most polite and beautiful girl she had ever seen. River didn’t like to follow the “style” but wear whatever plaid clothing she could find. She handed me my gift and said, “I hope you like it. My brothers actually picked it out for you and I had to agree.” The door slammed, but River ran out and gave her Mom a kiss on the cheek Good-bye. “How sweet is that,” Mom smiled.
As we waited for everyone else to come, all three of us climbed the tree outside in my backyard. I picked the most twisted one, since the challenging ones are always fun. The leaves where beginning to fall, which distracted me sometimes. Evelyn collected leaves, always studying their characteristics, so she stayed down picking up as many fluttering, colorful leaves as she could, giving up entirely with the tree. River was laying on the lowest branch, reading a novel I lent her. Soon, by the time I reached the top, everyone was here conversing with each other or trying to reach the top of the tree also.
“Happy birthday to Mira!” Priscilla grinned as she touched the soles of my shoes from the branch below. Priscilla was the noisiest of all guests, and never enjoyed River and Evelyn that much since both were the quiet types. Her eyes sparkled as the sun gleamed at us, standing on the branches of a tree older than my great-grandfather. I thanked her and helped to her beside me, where we shouted at the other guests underneath us. “Tanya, why don’t you come join us?” Priscilla hollered, spinning around in circles.
“No thanks, I’m telling Evelyn the poem I told you,” Tanya replied. Tanya had brown hair up to her knees, the longest I’ve ever seen. We all called her Mulan, except she wasn’t Chinese and refused to chop her hair just to help in war. She was smarter than half the kids in our grade level, which made me proud that she was my friend and attended my birthday.

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 21:19:22 GMT

Voting Question: what is a heart arythmia?* I have one and my doctor told me that my heart speeds up when breathing….?
and it slows down when breathing out. What causes this? And im i going to have problems later in life? (i’m great so far and in excellent shape)

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 04:03:50 GMT
Open Question: stabbing pain in chest above breast. feels like everytime my heart beats?
I am 20 years old have an almost 3mo. old daughter got mirena about a mo. ago. I have had a minor heart murmur since I was born doctors aren’t concerned about it. I was just sittting on the couch and suddenly got an extremely painful stabing pain eveytime my heart beat. It lasted about 2 min. made me dizzy and now I am really tired.. Heart problems run in my family my grampa hs had 2 stints a double bypass. my mother has high blood pressure and has already had a heart attack before the age of 34 my grandmother also has high blood pressure. I do not know what to do I do not have insurance and am very scared.

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 00:15:55 GMT

Open Question: should i take the chance or not ?
my chihuahua is not 6 to 7 years old (human years) and she has a sort of growth on her neck ….the vet said that it is not cancerous ..and will not be cancerous …but it would be better if they removed it (for no reason at all other than just to remove it) ….but she also has a heart murmur and the vet said if they did the surgery to remove the growth …there is a 30% to 40% chance she wont wake up after the surgery ….should i take the chance of not ???
please honest answers only
THANK YOU !!!

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:18:15 GMT

Open Question: My fiancee has congenital heart disease? I can’t watch her die?
My fiancee is the most beautiful and strong person I know, but she has congenital heart disease. She’s getting weaker each day and it kills me to watch her. I wish I could do something, but I can’t. Everyday I pray that she’ll get the heart she deserves. Right now, I’m starting to lose hope. I can see the fear in her eyes yet she is stronger than me. I honestly can’t be there, god forbid, if she dies. I love her and I promised to be with her till the end, but I can’t except the fact that it may be soon. I just want to walk away from all this pain because I don’t want to hurt all by myself. I feel like walking away all the time since it gets harder each day. What am I suppose to do? She’s too young to die and we still have so much we want to do together. When she dies, I know I’ll die with her.
Honestly, I could never leave her; I just can’t do it. I know, I shouldn’t be acting so sad and just make good memories during this time, but it is really hard. She is so weak and all I wish I could do is help her, but that’s the only thing I can’t do.

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 07:08:10 GMT
Open Question: in what all ways can women join the indian army? can they be a part of the NSG ?
can women be a part of the infantry. and what are the physical standards? can someone who was born with a congenital heart problem but whose problem was corrected with surgery soon after birth , join.
the person in question is an engineer and her problem is asymtematic but a faint murmur is still heard on close chest examination, which is considered normal. in general, she is strong and enjoys good health.
please reply with proper answers

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 07:52:11 GMT

Open Question: Listen carefully!!!!?
Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm.
A couple of days later the doctor spoke to Morris and said, “You’re really doing great, aren’t you?”
Morris replied, “Just doing what you said, Doc: ‘Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.’”
The doctor said, “I didn’t say that. I said, ‘You’ve got a heart murmur. Be careful.’”

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:51:09 GMT

Open Question: is creatine bad for my body?
i am 16 and weigh like 235 i am 6 foot 4 inches tall. i have been lifting for almost a year and i have gained alot of muscle and everyone says i look better but i cant tell myself. i want to start taking creatine to build muscle and i wanted to know if it could harm my body… i had a heart murmur when i was 12 but i dont think i have it anymore but i have been to a doctor about it.. answer and give me some advice before i start taking it

Thu, 18 Dec 2008 22:42:04 GMT
Open Question: Lorenzo film guide question! And some about the scientific method and biology? Come and try to answer?
Today, I’ve just watched the film guide for the movie call “Lorenzo’s oil”. There are 16 question, I answered 9, 7 more to go but I don’t get those question, hope you guys could help some of those
1/How do analogies help you understand the scientific problem? How did modeling help solve the scientific problem? Can you think of other great discoveries that employed the use of models?
2/How did Augusto and Michalla deonstrate “life-long” learning?
3/Defend a position that affect a small % of the population should not get as much money for research as the big killers like cancer and heart disease.
4/ Why did olive oil not work completely? Trace the developments in the different kinds of oils discovered?
5/ What do you think is the role of support groups? How did the support group effect the Odones (Lorezo’s parents)?
6/Where was the myelin research being done? What was the experiment? How could this reserch help Lorenzo?
7/ How did the treatment for ALD really happen by accident? Can you think of any other times in medical history where an important discorvery happened by mere chance?
YOU don’t have to answer all of those question. Try your best shots, you could guess if you want too, I will give 10 points for the persons that did trying. Thanks in advance.

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 04:51:30 GMT

Open Question: Worried about my Heart!?
I have Panic Disorder. My panic ATTACKS usually start like this. Iam usually sitting calmy in a lecture, falling into a sleep, when i notice my heart rate is unusually slow. My resting heart rate as I measured is about 55 or 60. I excersise 7 days a week, cardio, high impact aerobics. So anyway, I notice this slow heart beat and it freaks me out! Thinking my pace maker isnt working and My heart will stop beating now and Ill suffocate!! Thats when I force the adrenaline rush to come and speed up my heart rate, I begin to feel nauseous, panicky and derealization of my surroundings kick in! Then the wave of heat comes over and the panic attack occurs with my heart beating out of my body!.. My ECG shows that I have a minor respiratory arythmia, but it is insignificant. I had an ECG had many times and all was well. My blood level is great, so are all my hormones, and a high DHEA. So, is the ’slow heartbeat fear’ just my imagination? Im going to get heart ultrasound to see if maybe I have a mitral valve prolapse which is causing my attacks.
Now Im trying to sleep but I cant because i smoked a few cigs and my anxiety heightened, I lay down on my bed falling alseep and as soon as i drift away I get a wave of anxiety about my heart and feeling dizzy while I sleep and i wake up. I want to sleep, im tired but i cant due to waves of anxiety waking me up, and I see closed eye hallucinations and my imagination now (when i close my eyes) is scarily vivid, i see faces of real ppl right before my eyes. WHATS WRONG WITH ME?

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 00:43:54 GMT

Open Question: My family always thought my Dad was Bi-Polar. I feel I’m starting to get systems. What should I look for?
My Dad used drugs such as pot, and cocaine. I never touched the stuff. He actually had his life cut short at 50, because his drug use caught up to him, causing him to die from two kinds of heart disease. I’m a mother now, and I’m concerned, because I’m feeling systems. My moods fly from one extreme to another. I was diagnosed with depression, and an a anxiety disorder, before the kids, now I think it’s developing into something else. Any suggestions.

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 21:52:14 GMT
Open Question: Puppy not growing much at all compared to litter mates, could it be heart murmur?
Hi, I recently picked out a female Boston Terrier puppy, and she’s suppose to be ready to go in four days, however, the breeder just called and said that he’s not sure if something is wrong with her as she’s not really growing compared to her litter mates, he was thinking that maybe she had a heart murmur. Can anybody offer any insight on what would cause her not to grow as much as the other litter mates? He’s going to have her check prior to us making out final decision but I don’t want to see anything bad happen to her. He said all her litter mates are really active compared to her she’s much smaller and not active, any suggestions? Thanks!

Thu, 18 Dec 2008 01:51:14 GMT

Open Question: Out of breath after little excersise!?
i did cardio aerobics for a YEAR! like 2 hours a day. but reccently iv developed panic disorder which made me more aware of my heart rhythms. now when i climb a flight of stairs my pulse rate is 80! when at rest its like 55 or 60! weird ! - because i can do 2 hours of high impact aerobics and am in shape and fit, high haemoglobin levels, only a small respiratory arythmia, just jeeze louise i feel my heart pounding in my head after climbing the stairs to get to the second floor of my house!

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 15:04:02 GMT