{{{{Baldwin}}}}
{{{{Sierra Indigo}}}}
So sorry to hear about both your losses.
I will give the Neville kitties extra scritches for your cats.
I wouldn’t want to know a person who could go through a thing like that without anguish. The day I had them kill my Whitey was the worst day of my life so far. I’m so sorry, Baldwin.
My sympathies.
Our (at least for me) pets become one of the few constants in our lives. I have come to rely on those little furballs as comfort and escape from life’s ups and downs.
When we lost Kitty last year, we wanted to wait until after the holidays to get a new companion. This was mid-October, we had a new kitty by Thanksgiving. We hated coming home to an “empty” house…
Amazing, how much it hurts to lose a pet. They give us so much.
No, it’s not.
I bawled like a baby when we had to put down Big Fat Pookie and Mr. Taipan, but it’s our responsibility to let them go when it’s time, and to ease their passage. Sounds like you did the right thing, and you were lucky to have each other.
Dammit, now I’m misting up at work!
Damn, man.
Kudos to you for keeping the promise many people are too self-absorbed to even make.
Aww…
You did the right thing. You took care of him like you said.
I’m sorry, Baldwin. Losing a friend is never easy. I hope you’ll be comforted in the knowledge that the last thing he saw and felt on this earth was the person he loved the best. I’m sure he knew how much you loved him.
Agreed.
I’m not usually a very emotional or demonstrative person. But it took me a good little while to get over my last cat’s death. The documented mental ( and very possibly, as a sidebar, physical ) health benefits to owning pets are real. Given that it stands to reason that something that has such a real impact in life will affect us strongly in death as well. Empathy is one of the traits that allow as to function as a society and the ability to transfer that empoathy to non-humans, at least a little, has stood us in good stead as a species as well. It’s nothing at all to be embarrassed about.
Sorry about Caligula, Baldwin. Great name by the way.
Hey Baldwin,
Sorry about Caligula. I just read this today, and you may have seen that we just had to do the same thing this morning. It’s so hard. Hugs to you and your family.
-BwanaBob
I’m so very sorry. I had to make the decision for three cats over the past four years, and I bawled like an infant every time.
Thanks, Man. You too.
My last note on the subject. My girlfriend’s away for a few hours, and it occurs to me that I’ve never truly been alone in this apartment before. It’s so quiet.
I’m watching a movie on my computer, and then pause it to make a comment; turn my head to talk to Caligula who would normally be on the corner of the bed, just hanging out. He’s gone, so I cut myself off; otherwise I’d just be an unstable middle-aged man talking to himself, instead of somebody quite reasonably talking to his cat. I think he liked the sound of my voice; and he just wanted to hang out wherever I was.
When my girlfriend Wendy and I would be in her bed, with that cat in the warm valley between us, I was as content as I’ve ever been. Sounds boring, but it isn’t. He became as much Wendy’s cat as mine, and seemed happiest when we were both here.
Anyway, I’m done indulging myself here. Thanks to everybody who chimed in, and BwanaBob, I think we’ll both find it easier with time.