I'm a Hurricane Katrina survivor. In all the chaos that followed
under the glorious direction of our nations Fearless Leader
my full story is unknown. Nobody knows when or how I was seperated
from my old family, but I must have been rescued sometime
around September 13, 2005 because I got to see a vet in Houston
on September 15. They found I had Heart Worm but it was in
the early stages and I'm now fine after treatment. But
to add insult to injury they gave me the totally preppiefied
name of Brandon. I didn't like that much I can tell you; I
mean, do I look like the kind of guy who wears Abercombie &
Fitch? But I digress. After Houston they sent me to Boulder,
Colorado where some very nice volunteer vets helped me get
better before I was sent to the
Boulder Valley Humane Society
for adoption. I sat there for 3-1/2 weeks before my new mom
adopted me on December 10, 2005 and gave me my new, really rad name.
So now I live in Boulder, Colorado with my new mom and my new brother
Sadly, after a few months of slow decline, Ziggy was diagnosed with
terminal kidney failure in September 2012.
After a few days of gentle home care and
some final meals consisting of bacon cheeseburgers, we took one last
outing to the local creek and after one last smile I
took him to the vet and sent him to wait for me by the
I believe he was about fourteen years of age.