(((GirlFace)))
I’m sorry to hear this–I’m very fond of cats and dogs.
All you can do is remember the joy and happiness you brought into that dear pet’s life. I really wish I had other words of comfort to offer you.
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I remember when our cat Sasha died several years ago. It was really terrible. She was older than me! And only a year ago we had to get our dog Itsa (her last name was Dog) put down because we couldn’t stop her jumping the fences (not good as we live in the inner city). I felt awful for weeks.
I’m very sorry to hear of your loss. I lost my 20 year old cat two years ago and I still think about her. Sometimes she visits me in my dreams.
i’m sorry to hear of the passing of littlejohn. i hope it was gentle. cats that play fetch are extra special.
lesa, that is a wonderful quote.
That is one of the downsides of pet owning; you know that you will almost always outlive them.
We have a cat who seems to be in mourning. Since my oldest daughter moved to NYC, the cat has lost lots of weight, and won’t go anywhere in the house past the kitchen or hallway, except to use the litter. We are probably going to take her to the vet, but I don’t want a bunch of invasive testing done.
I guess our pets mourn us also.
That last post was not imthjckaz, but me.
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this is the first anniversary of the death of Mouse (age 19) AND Spike (age 18). They passed away within a few weeks of each other. Buying doughnuts still tears me up(Mouse loved doughnut holes)
Do they miss each other? I really believe so. When I was younger, we had two, Moki and Meitu. Meitu died first, when she was 14 (the vet said “she’s really old” I replied, but her father is still alive). Meitu would always sneak under the covers in my bed and sleep there. Moki HATED being under the covers. After Meitu died, Moki came up on my bed and dug his way under the covers, walked around and came back out again. I believe he was looking for Meitu.
You know, of course, that your kitty had a wonderful life - cats are happiest around the humans that adore them.
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I post on the AOL pet message boards, and every time someone looses a pet, this gets posted: The Rainbow Bridge Poem - The beautiful journey of a pet after death.
Aww, GirlFace, sorry to hear it.
I’ve had about… 13 cats in my lifetime, and I remember each and every one and how special they were. My favorite lived to be 21 years old, he was “my dad’s cat”, and he’d been a member of our family longer than my brother and I!
For a few years, a roommate and I adopted leukemia positive cats from the pound, to save them from being put to sleep immediately. It’s hard, having cats you know aren’t going to live very long, but it was a good feeling knowing that they had a few good years of happiness with us. I’ll never forget bringing each one of them in and holding them when they were put to sleep. I’ve since moved, but my roommate still has one that’s going on 4 now, healthy as ever.
And lesa, what a beautiful quote!
Sympathy and hugs, girlface. I’m a pet-lover myself. I have 3 cats and 1 dog and when my elder-cat goes, I will be devastated.
2 months ago, my 16 year old cat Fluffy died in her sleep after a second stroke.
The first one came in June, and she couldn’t see or hear, but she was still my baby. And the day before she died, she had another one and couldn’t move.
I STILL miss her. I am crying even as I write this. The night after she died, I swear I saw her jump off the washing machine, and I SWEAR I felt her jump up on my bed in the middle of the night.
As I went to bed, I had to leave the little light on in the kitchen, because we would leave it on for her. One of our other two cats, Noel, kept looking at me as she sat on the washer, as if to say, “Where’s Fluffy? I always sit with her.”
I want another cat so much. I don’t want to replace Fluffy, but I MISS having a cat of my own. Fluffy was with me since I was six years old. My father STILL isn’t over it, and gets mad if you talk about her. (I mean, he doesn’t want to, and he’ll walk out of the room.)
It seems as if all my good luck went out the door when Fluffy died…
I’m so sorry about LittleJohn, GirlFace. Critters give us unconditional love. Lesa put it perfectly: that love doesn’t just go away. My own view of heaven is something like along the lines of the Peaceable Kingdom: purring, wagging, sqeaking, flouncing, frisking to greet me when I get there.
Adopt a new kitty ASAP, not as a substitute for LittleJohn but as tribute to him and a comfort to you. Love is never wasted, dear, and there’s a kitty out there who needs to come home.
Veb
{{{{{{{{{{GirlFace}}}}}}}}} I’m so sorry about your cat, sweetie, that’s so hard to lose a companion that’s kept you company, listened, and snuggled up to you.
Take care, hon.
Judy