Posted on 07/28/2013 1:59:03 PM PDT by Lazamataz
Lovely girl, Laz. I lost my kitty in May- she was 20. She was with me almost half my life. I lost a family member in her... still grieving.
I can relate, hon. Hopefully this treatise gives you some measure of peace.
Wow, excellent. I'm so glad you got something out of that.
So sorry to hear about your loss of Cathy. We are big cat lovers and have lost our share of them over the years. Fortunately they have all lived to ripe old ages. Regardless, it’s still heartbreaking when they die.
Thank you so much, soozla.
God bless you for sharing that beautiful post with us, Laz
Now go hit something
I’m coping....until I’m not.
It goes back and forth.
When I’m not busy with the baby, I start to think..ya know?
Then I cry.
He’s doing much better than I am.
I feel so bad for Laz I can’t stand it.
I’m so sorry your Cathy is gone and sorry that a dick polluted her thread.
One jerk did the same thing with my Halla.
I will never understand people.
What a pretty baby. I’m so sorry for your loss. Hubby and I lost our beloved cat Holly a couple of years ago. We literally keened for her for a week. We’ve both lost our parents and our favorite siblings, but never did we mourn like we did for that little sweet cat.
I’m glad you found solace from Providence.
I've never met a single Freeper, but I connect and am connected to, so many times .. so many ways.
Thank you dear brother, for another look into your growing and glowing heart.
God cares for us.
What a beauty!
And what a lovely article.
Beautiful Kittypal, Laz.
I still miss the Stripey Guy, and it’s been almost thirty years now. Had to have him euthanized as well, I stayed with him through it, too. The emotions hit while I was at the vet’s office, though.
We had an extraordinary connection. He’d climb down off of the shed at the end of the carport and drape himself around my neck when I came home and happily stay with me walking around, cooking, doing dishes; until I’d bend down to the breakfast bar and ask him to hop down. The elderly neighbor lady (raging leftist, and not one of the naive ‘I love FDR’ types) caught him in traps and turned him in to Animal Control a couple of times, while telling me over and over how much she loved him and other cats.
I went to claim him from AC once. He went BALLISTIC with affection and recognition when I walked in. The officer said ‘I’ve never seen a cat do anything like that before’. I went into the office to get him out and totally deadpanned them. “What are the charges? Why has he not been allowed access to counsel? Has a public defender seen him? What about his ‘phone call?” I rattled off like that for several minutes straight, and they waived the fine. “Just go get him his cat.”
I managed to get out of sight with Stripe before I broke into hysterical ‘I can’t believe I just did that’ laughter.
Miss you every day Stripey bud.
The eyes say everything.
Lovely kitty cat.
Laz—
We were building a house a few years ago. It was far enough along to venture to the second floor for a glass of celebratory wine. Shortly into the “party”, there was the sound of a baby crying. We were startled! Julie said she thought it was a cat. We descended the unfinished stairs, emerged to the driveway/construction mess. From under a pallet came this pathetic little creature with an infected eye, dirty and skinny, about three months old.
Someone dumped him at the site. There was no negotiation. Each advance toward adoption ... I accepted without difficulty, though I had no cat growing up, only dogs. I already loved the pathetic little creature.
Fast forward 3 years. This little guy, Puddle Jumper is his name, is the center of our life. We love him so dearly, and he continuously returns the favor. How did I go for 59 years without knowing?
We consider him a gift from God, one of the greatest we have received, and he is carrying some very special Spirit within him. What a friend he is! Last night we planned to leave him alone overnight. Near midnight, when our away engagement ended, we changed our plan and decided to drive back. At 2am, there he was sitting on his “tree stand”, on the second floor overlooking the driveway, waiting. Wow.
I am sorry you lost your kitty. We are very thankful for our best friend, while we have him. God bless you, Dear.
So sorry man. I know that the one thing sadder than losing a pet, is losing that special pet.
I had many cats and loved them all.
The last love of my life crawled under my bed at 0400 and started to cry.He never did that.I pulled him out and he couldn’t walk.I took him to the Pet Emergency.
He was diagnosed with a saddle thrombosis.
By 0500 he had passed.
The date was Oct 4.The feast day of St.Francis,the patron St of animals.
So sorry for the loss of your kitty.
I do know....it’s been years, and I still think about it. They get inside your heart and stay there until the day your life is over.
God’s holding you close, and Laz, too.
God bless you brother man thanks for sharing this.
My Pepper was a sweet lab, both deaf and blind in her last year, she was amazing as I watched her make her way around the house after she went blind. She would walk the walls and that's how she found the doors to the different rooms. She knew where her food and water was and could still lick clean the little bit of food I left on my dinner plate for her. Its been since Feb. when she decided it was time to go...My son had just filled up the big red step can that held a full bag of food. I had knee surg. just a couple of weeks before & I had to have her put down....She did something she had never done before, sometime during the night she tipped over the whole can of food. When I got up in the morning, still using a leg splint and walker I found her laying on the kitchen floor unable to get up. She must have eaten at least 8 pounds of that food. I cleaned up 17 handfulls of undigested food on the floor of 2 rooms. My daughter cleaned up 11 more and only 1 small pile of diarrhea. We couldn't get her up on her feet, as I sat down beside her and lifted her head, she took a few laps of water and put her head back down. She wasn't a dog that licked you, but she licked my hand after I gave her a drink. I was unable to take her to the special vet that cremated your pet and would give you the ashes if you wanted.
My daughter carried her to her car (all 80 pounds of her) she had put down Peppers special blanket and pillow and she said Pepper licked her hand also and laid her head on her pillow. I couldn't go with her because of the knee surgery. The really great thing the vet did was take a paw print of her, with her name on the plaque. It even has the small amounts of dirt from between her toes in the plaque. I treasure that. I do believe she knew what she was doing when she gorged herself to a point that after all the throwing up she couldn't give any more.
Like your tears in writing about your beautiful cat that came through, writting about Pepper who has been gone since feb. and I didn't think I would cry about her any more. The tears are coming for your Cathy and my Pepper...
Her blindness was from a very rare eye disease that causes a dog to go blind om as short a time as 12 hours to 1 week and there is no cure. The rods and cones in the back of the eyeball suddenly die. It was scary when she went blind, already being deaf and I told her we'll will take it one day at a time as long as she still eats and wags her tail.
She licked our hands but didn't have the energy to wag her tail.....I am crying for both of us...
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