Last night, for the first time

[Kajira Callista]

She wasn't just a cat, she was your companion. She's loved you through a lot of shit, and kept you warm through a lot of cold nights. It's not like she's a stray who wandered in.

*shares my peanut butter cups with you*

 

[caela]

Ya know... i was going through that whole thing in my head where we tell ourselves it was just a cat no big deal and then crying again because it is a big deal and feeling dumb because it was just a cat...etc...etc... but all of you really know that it is never just an animal when they pass away, they are so a part of your world, and you never realize til they arent there and you expect to see them when you turn around.

I still cant look at the cat carrier she was in....or throw away her dish....but im not crying like a baby everytime someone says they are sorry about her passing.

They're never "just a cat/dog/pet" they are a part of your family. You said she was 16, that's a long time and to think that you shouldn't cry or feel bad for her loss is silly...and anyone who tell you she was "just a cat" should be smacked. I'm sure she's watching you and wishing she could curl up on your feet to make you feel better. Just remember she'll never really be gone because you carry her with you in your memory and heart.

 

[nusubgurl]

Ya know... i was going through that whole thing in my head where we tell ourselves it was just a cat no big deal and then crying again because it is a big deal and feeling dumb because it was just a cat...etc...etc...

KC...

When i lost one oldtimer about ten years ago (miss you, Cleo) i realized she had been with me through 8 jobs, 6 apartments, 3 men, 3 cars and 2 states. That's not "just a cat"...that's a part of your heart.

Don't be in a rush to close the door on your grieving...but hold that part open for a new companion. Your baby spent 10 years teaching you to love unconditionally. She wouldn't want you to waste her teaching by turning away from the love and unconditional acceptance that our fur babies give us.

 

[graceanne]

*shares my peanut butter cups with you*

*hugs* Thanks.

 

[FurryFury]

I've lost many wonderful furry friends. I know how it feels. I am so sorry.

*HUGS*

Fury

 

[snowy ciara]

Hugs and kisses KC. Our fur persons are never "just a cat/dog" but are our kids/shrinks/jesters/snugglers/entertainers combined. Cry all you want to, if it makes you feel better. And then you can come to my house and I'll share my bratcat with you.

 

[Private_Label]

I miss all the pets I have had over the years and lost due to moving (Toto, when I was 6) or age (Teddy was 17 and I was in College, Happy 16, this past December). (Rabbits: Snowball and Cottontail were given to a family friend who had acres of land and very big cages for them when they kept making baby rabbits and we didn't have enough space for them to live happily)

They were best friends and entertaining distractions from the problems of everyday life.

I miss them and think of them, but then I am distracted by my current dog Ozzie (about a year old, mixed breed from the pound), and Hobbes (my 9 year old tabby cat). I don't think I could ever think of living without hope of having a pet in my life. When I lived in apartments and pet-less, I keely felt the empty space it left.

 

[DVS]

I've heard and firmly believe that when we die, everyone we love and who have gone before us will meet us and help guide us into heaven. And, this goes for all of our pets, too. All of those fury little varmits we shared our hearts with for their whole earthly lives.

I've had so many pets in my life that my relatives and friends who have passed will have a tough time reaching me, because of all of the animals coming to meet me. Although I don't look foreward to that time coming soon, I do take great comfort in knowing I will see not only family and friends, but all of my loving animals, too.

Nusubgurl, although I've never heard of the Rainbow Bridge story, it sieems very simlar to what I believe to be true. And, when my parents died, I saw and experienced what I believe to be proof that this is true.

KC, I know this is a difficult time. I've had more than my share of these times, too. I know how you feel, missing a special firend who has been so close to you for so long. Remember though, she lived a long happy life. And, you will see her again.

For your Sophia

 

[graceanne]

I personally think that time in heaven is different than here on earth, and in heaven judgement day has already happened. I think that when you die not only are the people who went before (and pets) there, but so are your children and your friends.

That's what I told Ella. I told her that if I was right, that her children and I were waiting for her. I hope I'm right.

 

[DVS]

I personally think that time in heaven is different than here on earth, and in heaven judgement day has already happened. I think that when you die not only are the people who went before (and pets) there, but so are your children and your friends.

That's what I told Ella. I told her that if I was right, that her children and I were waiting for her. I hope I'm right.

Of course you're right. All loved ones, be they family (aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, children, etc.), friends and pets, even if they are goldfish will be there. If they die before you do, they will be there to greet you when you die and escort you into heaven.

I also believe that if you find a dead animal along the road or maybe a bird and you bury it, it might be there, too. God sees these little acts of kindness and the kindness and love you show on earth is repaid to you, in heaven.

 

[Private_Label]

God sees these little acts of kindness and the kindness and love you show on earth is repaid to you, in heaven.

Oooo... I can't wait to see what a big boy little Rosco turned into one day...
found a black fluffball itty bitty kitty in the grocery store parking lot with a back end in need of some TLC - took him to the vets for vaccines and a cortizone shot, took him home and fed him, but had to take him to the humane shelter the next day - I didn't want to name him (if I name them they are MINE, MINE, MINE) but the humane society insisted. So I named him Rosco. Lordy was I surprised a few months later when I got a card from my vet thanking me for recomending them to "(New Owner) and Rosco!" At least I got to know he found someone to give him lots of love and care. I'm sure a lot of people never know if the animals they drop off to the shelters find homes.

 

[Kajira Callista]

Hugs and kisses KC. Our fur persons are never "just a cat/dog" but are our kids/shrinks/jesters/snugglers/entertainers combined. Cry all you want to, if it makes you feel better. And then you can come to my house and I'll share my bratcat with you.

lol i have a brat cat here who is doing everything to make me feel better, she is turning herself inside out and being way cute because i think she knows it makes me feel better somehow. sadly she is also 16, my pup Layla is 15 and blind from birth, her seeing eye dog max is 9, so they are all up there in age with their share of health issues. All of them were adopted by me and came to me at some point in my life where i really needed them. (if that makes sense)
When the vet asked the other day how i handle my little pet old age home, i told him that they all seemed to pick me and have made my life very happy, now its time for me to care for them the way they...in their own way have cared for me in the past.
The other night while Sophia was dying in my arms she looked up at me like she didn't wanna do this anymore...sorta asking for my help. She was panting and vomiting blood (the vet told me this would happen at the end) and i could tell that she was in way too much pain for it to be humane to leave her in my arms to die. The kids father and his friend were ready to take her to the emergency clinic (i was afraid to leave the kids in case they got up in the night and needed me,and was crying and nervous...nt good to drive that way)...i looked her in the eye and told her how much i adored her and i was doing this because i needed to help this go faster and less painful for her...she nudged her head against mine like cats do when they need to tell you something so i put her in her carrier and made sure she was warm and comfy...closed the door and told her i loved her more then she would ever understand....i really felt that she understood all i was saying and that this is what she wanted.
The kids father stayed with her til the end (he knew her for almost as long as i did), said she was gone before they even finished injecting her...she just closed her eyes and stopped breathing. It may sound odd but i am glad i knew her well enough to know that this is what she needed me to do, and i do believe that she wouldn't have wanted me there with her when she died...ya know....cat pride and stuff. I'm feeling a little better today, not as teary when someone says they are sorry she is gone...i can look but still not move her dish or carrier....and i was able to type this without a flood of tears.

Pets are a wonderful thing, they touch you in a way no one or nothing else can.

 

[Betticus]

Ya know... i was going through that whole thing in my head where we tell ourselves it was just a cat no big deal and then crying again because it is a big deal and feeling dumb because it was just a cat...etc...etc... but all of you really know that it is never just an animal when they pass away, they are so a part of your world, and you never realize til they arent there and you expect to see them when you turn around.

I still cant look at the cat carrier she was in....or throw away her dish....but im not crying like a baby everytime someone says they are sorry about her passing.

Anyone who thinks that they are just a cat or just a dog has never petsitted for someone and seen them go through depression when they miss their mommy or daddy.

 

[graceanne]

lol i have a brat cat here who is doing everything to make me feel better, she is turning herself inside out and being way cute because i think she knows it makes me feel better somehow. sadly she is also 16, my pup Layla is 15 and blind from birth, her seeing eye dog max is 9, so they are all up there in age with their share of health issues. All of them were adopted by me and came to me at some point in my life where i really needed them. (if that makes sense)
When the vet asked the other day how i handle my little pet old age home, i told him that they all seemed to pick me and have made my life very happy, now its time for me to care for them the way they...in their own way have cared for me in the past.
The other night while Sophia was dying in my arms she looked up at me like she didn't wanna do this anymore...sorta asking for my help. She was panting and vomiting blood (the vet told me this would happen at the end) and i could tell that she was in way too much pain for it to be humane to leave her in my arms to die. The kids father and his friend were ready to take her to the emergency clinic (i was afraid to leave the kids in case they got up in the night and needed me,and was crying and nervous...nt good to drive that way)...i looked her in the eye and told her how much i adored her and i was doing this because i needed to help this go faster and less painful for her...she nudged her head against mine like cats do when they need to tell you something so i put her in her carrier and made sure she was warm and comfy...closed the door and told her i loved her more then she would ever understand....i really felt that she understood all i was saying and that this is what she wanted.
The kids father stayed with her til the end (he knew her for almost as long as i did), said she was gone before they even finished injecting her...she just closed her eyes and stopped breathing. It may sound odd but i am glad i knew her well enough to know that this is what she needed me to do, and i do believe that she wouldn't have wanted me there with her when she died...ya know....cat pride and stuff. I'm feeling a little better today, not as teary when someone says they are sorry she is gone...i can look but still not move her dish or carrier....and i was able to type this without a flood of tears.

Pets are a wonderful thing, they touch you in a way no one or nothing else can.

My mom's dog, Midnight, died when I was 13. My mom had had him since she was 15, which would have made him . . . like 17 years old. He'd been sick for a while, but when Mom'd talk about having him put down he'd walk over to her, and put his head in her lap and look at her, and she couldn't. Then the day she finally put him down she got up in the morning, and he was in the utility room by his food bowl. He was completely paralized from the waste down, and had peed himself. Mom said he looked so humiliated. And she looked at him, and she said she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was ready to go.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

[snip]

... and i was able to type this without a flood of tears. [/snip]

That doesn't mean that reading it didn't bring moisture to a few eyes here on the board... ::hugs::

 

[Victoria_2001_02769]

My Sweet Silky:

I am so sorry to hear/read about your loss of your beloved friend and foot-warmer, Sophie.

It's so hard to lose a treasured animal, and you will find the pictures when you least expect to... but for now... her antics are etched in your mind and on your heart.

My heart goes out to you... and I think Sir_Winston has a marvelous idea with the creation of the :hug: smiley.

Let the memories of your precious, most moody, Cat give you comfort. She will always be there for you, around the corner... and again as Sir_Winston pointed out... she will be waiting for you, as will the others you've loved and let go of... in the hereafter.

Blessed Be my dear x 10