Posted on 02/04/2021 5:49:18 PM PST by Patriot777
“We lost our beloved homeland last year but nobody seems to grieve and we have all accepted it.”
Oh, right. We’re all fine, as you can tell by the thousands and thousands of posts to the contrary. Nobody is grieving. Everyone has accepted it. Sheesh!
Do vicious black mambas also go to rainbow bridge?
Asking for a GF.
So sorry. Have gone through this many times. The flower border around the foundation of our house has the graves of 7 of our best friends. They all brought joy, strength, compassion and loveliness into our lives. God Bless!
I believe that there is a very good reason that God takes the trouble to point out in the Bible that “it is appointed unto man once to die, and then judgement”. Animals and insects may simply come back over, and over, and over.
Animals just know when it's their time to leave this life. They accept it and have no expectation like we do of a future. They live a day at a time. May the Lord comfort you and heal your broken hearts.
So sorry to hear of your loss. We form strong bonds with our animal companions. They all have their own unique intelligence, they experience emotions of their own. They will teach you about yourself if you’ll only listen. The best are mirrors of your soul. Especially true with horses. To be a horse whisperer, you must first be a horse listener. The same is true for our other furry companions. It’s heartbreaking to lose any of them, some more than others. Maybe there’s a Rainbow Bridge out there, maybe not. Id like to think there is. We’ll see them again.
I’ve had to do it several times. There are no words. You love them and they love you. I know!
I am the same way.
Go kill a commie, it’ll make you feel better.
Works for me every time...you do it...that is...I mean....you start ok?
Ahhh. So deeply sorry. My heart and prayers go out to you, your husband, and to your sweet baby who is no doubt going to kitty heaven. Sending hugs and love. I have an 18 year old rescue that is my shadow and I lost another 18 year old years ago and had to heart breakingly put a 4 year who had kidney failure down years ago. The sadness is still very much there. But they know we love them and they are in pain. My heart is with you.
So very sorry!!!
Beautiful! Thanks!
So sorry for your loss. Prayers to you
Prayers for you. I’ve had to put several beloved pets to sleep.
A very heartfelt thanks to all who have posted such comforting, uplifting, compassionate, knowing and loving messages in reply in my difficult time.
Krystal Lynn did indeed pick me out when I went to the animal shelter to see about adopting a little kitty for my husband and myself in October 2005. She reached out between the cage rungs with her soft little paw and meowed excitedly to be let out, looking at me with her pretty little eyes that sparkled joy at the possibility of being loved and cuddled-—as she so rightly deserved to be. After being interviewed and monitored by the staff to see how this 4-5 month-old little cutie and I interacted (as they must be so careful not to send out a furbaby to some horrible brute), I informed our landlord of my intentions and paid the fee, and signed the papers at the shelter. And then, as this beautiful sweet little darling went right to sleep wrapped up in my jacket, I took her to her new Forever home.
I had to leave for work that evening before my hubby arrived home very early in the morning the next day, as I worked for the USPS as an automation clerk and he was a mail hauler under contract. He had no idea that he would be greeted by this sweet talkative little silver tabby, for whom I put a safety breakaway collar with a little bell on so that he would be alerted to her presence.
So, when my tour had ended around 2:30 A.M., I walked in to find my husband was drying off from a hot shower, and there right when I walked in was our new furbaby, meowing excitedly that I was home safe and sound and that she had adopted my husband. We decided to name her “Krystal”, and I added her middle name “Lynn” a bit on. And thus our lives together became so richly nourished by her cute purring announcements when she was to jump up on the bed to cuddle and sleep, usually right between our pillows next to our heads. To find out that she would not have my husband sleep past his alarm’s sounding (she got tired of hearing it one morning and I, upon opening the door, watched her jump straightaway onto the bed and pounce on him and holler in his face!)
Not too long after she was with us, she developed a severe cold-like condition and became listless and so very ill that she would not eat or drink. I brought her to the vet, where he looked her over and told me that she may have wet FIP or FVP, but not to test but to just treat her as if she did. A course of antibiotics was started, but she became unable to breathe with such congestion in her lungs, fluid. So I called to see if he would prescribe her some Lasix short-term, and was told how to administer it. Within a 24-hour period, she started to get better and then before finishing the antibiotics and having been gradually taken off the Lasix, she was her own self again and started playing and romping around. Come to find out, the entire shelter that I had brought her away from, every creature there, came down with Distemper and all had to be put down.
So that was her first brush with illness, and she trouped through it with lots of prayer, a gracious veterinary team, and her momma and daddy.
My husband and me had to move along with his job, in which mail run contracts were changed, started elsewhere, or ended completely, though my employ through USPS as a clerk steadied on at the processing center. The first move was because of the rental property we were living in caught fire under the sink where rats had gnawed on the wiring. I grabbed Krystal and my satchel / purse and jumped into my truck, shutting off the outside power breaker, and the fire department’s inspector told us that the place was a firetrap full of bad wiring. So instead of the commute to work being an hour, we resituated ourselves in another lease property that was only 20 minutes away. Krystal was ecstatic over the new place and yes she scoped out every square inch of it and enjoyed all the extra playing room it provided. Becoming a secretary for me when I had all my bills or other papers laid out on the floor to be filed or paid, trying to figure out how the printer worked and if she didn’t like the copy, she shredded it.
“Field goaling” her toy mouse over the top of the chest-of-drawers, frolicking down the hallway with her tail flashing white like a White-Tailed Deer, come chase me! Jumping up on the bed when I lay down to take a much-needed nap after enjoying a day outside working in my garden in the backyard or planting roses or tending to my little pond I put in with a sprinkling pump. She would lie down against my side, and with settling in and a comforted, snuggly and secure, peaceful exhale “Hummmnnnn..” she would drift off to sleep too.
She had plenty of moments of being impish, especially when I was fresh from a shower and she would nip my leg (why is that???), or wrap herself around my leg with hers and go to kicking me to let me know to stop working on my papers and play! AND, when my hubby and me were settled in bed, she would pry the closet doors open from the underside and investiCat, and no shut doors or she would tumble and throw her backside against it with a “THUMP!” until someone dragged themselves from under the blankets and OPENED IT. And then sometimes she didn’t want anyone to sleep, it was playtime, she had been waiting for us to come home from wherever we were, and yes it was nighttime but SHE WAS READY TO RUMBLE and made this known by meowling loudly and then scampering off down the hallway when one of us got up and said “Krystal Lynn!” and chased after her a piece. She would then come back and do this again and again until we were fast asleep and when we awakened she was there on the bed taking in a nap. Hey, wait a minute, girl-kitten!
My husband and I rescued our second kitty from heatstroke one very hot summer night, and then he and Krystal began to romp and play together, especially when I made spaghetti for supper. Or baked a frozen pizza, or made a roast in the slow cooker. Running up and down the hallway, and then doing a “drift” as they got to the hall closet and into the bedroom. They had drifting down before Hollywood gave it a conscious thought, methinks!
E-brake and NOS was their food and water and the smell of home-cooked food wafting through the house.
When I became permanently disabled in 2010, my husband’s mail run ended as well, and while he was looking for another contractor over nearly three years and working short runs in between, I lived with my parents and he with his grandmother where he was close to any possible employ. He took “Tiger”, and I Krystal, and eventually we were back together in the latter half of 2013-—after over the entire of 2013, I became gravely ill with a serious and strange disorder involving my gastric nervous system. The Lord Jesus saved my life through the miracle of innovative technology and a genius-level specialist that was there, at the right time, at the right place. And that is how God is. He is never too late or too early, right on time!
New locale, new job for my husband, and then he rescued two dumped kittens and I a poor little guy that emerged from a drainage pipe at the end of the driveway one hot day. First, Smokey Joe (Pooky), and then tiny little Little Bit (L.B.—who is now 17 lbs.) So then it was Krystal, Pooky, L.B., and Rocky—and Rocky was adopted out to two sweet girls whose brother enjoyed having the beautiful cream and orange tabby curl up and sleep on his chest whilst watching TV.
Krystal had her second spell of illness at this point, where it was found that she not only had an infection, but she had a heart murmur. She rallied through this as well and became her old self again, healthy and just as lively and spunky as ever. You can vaccinate until you are blue in the face, but something seems to sneak through sometimes and they just have no idea but what bloodwork and symptoms tell you and them.
Again, another move to bring us to more economical housing in a closer-in town, but all went well. My husband had a terrible accident while driving in to work that could have killed him, but The Lord saved his life by a fantastic miracle, no doubt about it whatsoever it was HIM. It took months for my hubby to get over, but was able to return to work sooner than anyone thought. The kitties were all about him to cuddle, encourage and love on him in his time of great need, just as always.
We eventually had to undergo yet another move to be where it only took minutes to commute for my husband’s new job, and it was then when Krystal Lynn began to exhibit some very concerning symptoms. She was initially diagnosed as diabetic, but did not respond to treatment. She became weak, sickly, lost weight, and just lay around in pain. With another vet visit, it was finally found that she had hyperthyroidism and prescribed medications and a specialized food for the condition. She had arthritis as well. UTIs and bladder problems became an issue as well.
And a concern over her kidneys.
Even though it was hard for Miss Kriss, as my hubby called her, to keep weight on, she did gain some back and rallied with her sweet talk, her constant purring and cuddling, and readiness to play when she felt better, and at the end of the day to rest in the blankets with us.
The conversation with the veterinarian where we live now, yesterday, revealed that Krystal was indeed in very bad way, and suspected both bladder and kidney problems and possibly a cancerous tumor. She had been so very ill and miserable and just lay there suffering, it would have been pure cruelty to allow it to continue. So she is at rest now, no more pain or sickness. Thank you so very much, Lord Jesus, again, for little Krystal Lynn—for this precious furbaby that you brought along to be a Furever friend to us, from You, The Forever God.
Thank you so much. I appreciate that.....
Beautiful. Tears to my eyes and love in my heart reading. Thanks for sharing your all about your sweet fur journey with Krystal Lynn.
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