Posted on 10/26/2019 2:03:56 PM PDT by rlmorel
I had to put my cat to sleep today, he was suffering. What a good boy, I shall miss him. I know he was only a cat, but I sure did love his company. He was an unusual and interesting cat. He worshiped my wife and followed her around as if she were some kind of feline deity, but would deign to spend some time with me as well.
Damn. I sure will miss him.
Awww...I’m so sorry to hear of you losing your cat. I know he felt loved and cared for, and how lucky he was to have been adopted by you—a partnership meant to be. Every time I’ve lost a cat over the last 40 odd years, my eyes were swollen shut from tears of grief. Know that he is past any pain and knew, even at the end, that you loved him. Give yourself some time to grieve and then, in his honor, save another stray from being put down and love him up good.
One of my three is an Orange and is very talkative. He is a rescue kitty and I think sometimes it was his loud talking over anything he thinks needs to be put in order that got him a trip to the shelter. I like to hear him talking. I am learning what he means, too!
It’s hard losing a friend. But you did the right thing.
Damn it, now this thread is making my monitor blurry. 😭 Damned glasses.
You have my sympathy. It is surprisingly difficult to lose a beloved pet. Very sorry to hear you lost your buddy.
So sorry, condolences and I understand how it feels.
I’m very sorry for your loss. A few weeks ago I lost one of my kitties. She was my special girl for over 15 years and I’m still having a difficult time coming to grips with her loss.
So very sorry for the loss of your precious cat. May he RIP. May you take comfort in the long, good life you shared together.....and may those good memories bring some smiles as you think of him. Having lost my sweet bulldog a year ago, I know your pain.....they take a piece of our heart with them. Hugs
A few hours after reading your heartfelt post we had a cat emergency. At 5:08 PM PST I got a call from a friend about a cat stuck in a car engine and my heart sank when I realized what was happening.
Last night when I was feeding some strays I heard a frightened meow that I didn’t recognize. I kept looking under the cars but couldn’t see anything. I left thinking that maybe it was a newer cat that I had recently seen and that maybe the 6-7 cats that were regulars chased him up a car.
So it was with great fear that I ran out the door thinking that I might have cost this kitty his life by not acting last night and knowing that those cars were in direct sunlight all day long in 83 degree plus temperatures.
When I got to the minivan you could hear the stressful meows for at least 25 yards. I first thanked God that the minivan was parked in one of the only two spots on the street with some shade. Without shade I don’t think the kitty would have made it. However, it didn’t have shade for at least 6 hours or more. I think the light silver color helped keep it going from hot to hotter.
The first thing I did was look under and around the minivan before deciding I better find the owner. The owner opened his hood and before I realized it he started his car. Thankfully the kitty wasn’t harmed but he didn’t run away either.
I spent 15 minutes trying to spot the kitty but I could’t see anything and the kitty wouldn’t meow when I was near. The owner locked up his minivan and the temperature was cool enough that I had some time to find a another solution.
I called animal control and I got some flashlights and a stick. And then I remembered Amy. I going to stop right here to let you know that up until this point every decision that I had made about this poor kitty, that is literally hanging by his life, was wrong. My guess is everything that I have done in the last 24 hours is a misstep.
Fortunately Amy took control. She made me bang on the minivan owners front door. She yelled at me to cancel animal control. And she started poking around everywhere she could. After about five minutes she stuck her hand and half her arm in a small air hole on the bottom of the right side below the bumper and finally felt the kitty.
Amy started working her hand under and around the screaming and fighting for it life little kitty and she was able to slowly push, pull and squeeze the little guy until finally we saw the back of its tiny head. It took another long minute until Amy was finally able to pull this sweet little 6-8 week old Kitten out of its potential coffin.
And like the Circle of Life Amy held that precious Kitten, covered with soot and grease, a survivor of traveling on the freeways of San Jose for hours or more while stuck in that small hole on the front of that minivan, Amy held that sweet Kitten by the back of its fragile neck and at arms length and Rejoiced; And the elephants triumphed, the monkeys danced and the zebras pawed.
The sweet, precious little Kitten is now receiving professional medical attention and is in good hands and will have a bright future. Amy saved the day as she often does; and with many cuts and bruises. And I was able to tell Amy about your post and your pain of losing your Friend and Amy shares your pain.
Believe it or not the kitten is an orange tabby.
My husband and I are employees of our dog and I must say we are well trained. That being said I am sorry for the loss of any beloved pet
My sincere condolences on the loss of your kitty. I have lost more kittys than I would like to remember but I know they always hurt. He will always be with you in your heart and you will meet again at the rainbow bridge. Please believe that. Just like with humans, we will see them again on the other side. Much love and prayer to you during this trying time. I know it hurts!
Our vet isn’t “impersonal” at all. He’s been caring for our animals for as long as we’ve been here, minus a couple of times when we were too broke to pay his fees, or the couple of times we tried another vet. Flurry was happy to see him, and rubbed against him, too. He always made her feel better when she was sick or hurt, and he knew her, and cared for her, too, in both meanings of the word. Kind, careful, and gentle hands.
Though I understand how you could feel that way about another vet. We looked long and hard, haven’t yet found better. Like us, and Flurry, he’s growing older too. It is purely going to suck when he finally retires. He graduated vet school about the same time I graduated high school, so he’s around a decade older than I am.
So sorry for your loss. Been there, done that.
Pets are family and losing them is very painful. It’s especially painful to have to make the difficult decision to put them to sleep.
Prayers to you in your time of grief.
Thank God for Amy.
I grew up as a cat person. Now, I am a dog person. An Airedale was the fist. It took me 20 years after to get another dog, a set of 3 small dogs. I still grieve for them all. Now, we have two others. They’re more like service dogs really, as they comfort us no end.
But I still call them the 1st dogs’ names sometimes.
Dogs already know what it is to love and be loyal, so they don’t have to learn that. I guess that’s why their lives can be shorter. Pets themselves are gone in such a blink of an eye, but they leave holes in our hearts that only they can fill.
Oh, it’s “emotional” all right, always has been. But people used to have perspective. I’d say , for the last decade or two, that people are losing that perspective. I find that odd and offensively stupid.
Mr. Marmalade also had a very loud voice but like you I loved hearing him talk we talked together all the time and like you I was also learning exactly what he was trying to say to me!!! I miss him as much as I miss the 18 yr. old I had to put to sleep!!! They all have their own distinct personalities!!! Kitties are the best!!!
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