Those are awful ways for a pet to die I'm sorry. I'm happy my lil dude was able to pass in peace. I don't understand people.. here's ssomething that would love you unconditionally if you let it, and you're gonna leave it to die. That angers me..
Right before Christmas? Damn. That'd be tough man I'm sorry to hear that. Its amazing what other pets will do for you in times like that though. When my cats brother died, her went from being outdoors often to constantly being by my sister's side, as she was the most distraught. They definitely know what's going on and the way they try to help their humans through it is amazing. Thank you.
I have to wait until I graduate college and move out. My mom is extremely allergic to dogs. I'll probably always be a cat person as I like their independence, but I'd love a lap dog. I'd definitely look into a rescue dog. Thanks man.
Sorry for your loss Bones. Everyone handles it differently, so there's no cure all bandage for loss. My best advice is to Appreciate the 13 years you had with your cat, and be proud of the wonderful life you helped provide for them.
When I move to Bandon, The property was bare. I park a travel trailer there to live in while I was building a shop to get me going, so I could build the house. I used the outside access storage compartment to keep the tools dry while building the shop. After a week or so I hear a bit of noise under the seat in the dinette. Pulled the seat top up and there was a Cat with a litter of kits! Well I let the Cat & Kits stay, I guess she found her way in through the tool access into the seat compartment. Got to feeling a little for the cat, she was a hansom young cat, so I put a little food out for her, just under the trailer each day. With time, I got the Shop up, and was sitting on a pile logs I had stack up to get ready to saw for House and boat in the plan. Here comes Cat with her litter of kits. She brought them up to play on the logs where I sat, while she move off to watch from a ways off. I guess she trusted me with her kits. We soon had the kits with homes and the cat stayed but she no longer needed anything from me, she did not even touch the stuff I put out for her. When I put heat in the shop and move in myself, damn glad to get out of that damp little trailer. Soon after moving into the shop I was sitting in and old style rocking chair one evening, after working on the house. Thinking about how to do some task when Cat came by and dropped a mouse about a foot from my chair. Soon she came back with another and sat nearby while she eat it. Now, that impressed the hell out of me, that Cat would catch a mouse for me before she would stop and eat her own! I had never heard of such a thing! Years went by, it took several but Cat would come when I sat outside, often bring me a mouse, and even sometimes spend some time on my lap. Never a pest though, would always hop right down when I moved to get up. Finally, the house complete, and was working on the boat as time went by. One evening, I went to my chair outside and there was Cat by my chair with a fresh mouse laying there. The mouse by my chair was Cat's last chore.
I’m now old enough that I’ve had and lost two dogs (their lives barely intersecting). They were a part of me (and my family) and were always there through the ups and downs of life, helping carry me through the worst of times, including other losses. So, once you lose something like that, something that was so special and loved you unconditionally through that, it stings. I still get sad over the losses, but I have new dogs, now, and though they’ll never replace my other dogs, they’re part of my family now and have helped shape and make memories in this part of my life now, as well. Sorry for your loss, BonesJones. It’s never easy, but I’ll bet (when you’re ready) you’ll find another animal that will be a big part of your life and not only soften the loss, but actually make you appreciate your cat even more.
Sorry about losing your pet cat! When your ready you'll find another companion. I had to put my pug of eights years down because of cancer, but I feel it was the best gift I could give her (Lucy). I now have two hell hound devil dogs (yorkies).
I put my dog of 16 years down a month ago. There are no tips to dealing with it you just get up every day and do what you normally do, each day gets better. Think of it as practice for when someone you care about passes, you got through this you will get through that.
My deepest sympathy on your loss of a dear friend. I can understand. My cats Rosalind and Celia lived very long lives (21 and 18 years respectively) but since then they've had terrible luck. My unique Orlando had a heart condition and died at 9, Sophie was killed by a raccoon and her sister Zoey had a very severe heart condition, seemed fine and literally dropped dead at 3. My kittens Cassidy and Sundance were born neurologically damaged and by 5 months I had to accept they were not viable. My feral Margot is pushing 13, amazing for a feral cat, but she will never be a companion, after all these years of feeding her, and her sleeping inside in bad weather, I can't get closer than maybe 5 feet. Fingers crossed for Lucia. It's not "just a cat" and it's not like replacing a piece of furniture, damn, table broke, got to buy a new one. But as Cleveland Amory wrote in The Best Cat Ever, if your companion animal did not inspire you to eventually want to bring another companion into your life then he/she really did live in vain. Some day, soon or late, you will meet a cat who speaks to you. Not as a replacement because there is no such thing but as a new friend and companion. Because so many cats need homes. And so many people need love.
Cat's speak to me all the time. Meow meow meow....(gimme food asshole) Meow meow meow....(leave me alone asshole) Meow meow meow....(I'd kill you in your sleep if I could, asshole)
I had a dog I was very attached to as a young boy. I grew up a bit like Tom Sawyer and that dog went everywhere with me. Shortly after we moved from a sparsely populated Oswego to Portland, he got sick and died. I must have cried for two months. Thought I'd never get over him. Still recall my memories of him with a great deal of fondness but I've had to move on. Moving on is what you eventually have to do with the death of any loved one, be it a pet, a family member or a close friend. Just don't neglect the grieving phase and then you can move on.
