Today my feline protector Zoe began her final journey. We noticed she was losing weight, but suddenly she stopped eating altogether last week. Taking her to the Vet, we found she had both some kind of liver and kidney problems. Hoping it was just an infection, we left her there over the weekend so she could get the fluids she needed as well as the care. We hoped that would enough for her to recover. That wasn't meant to be. As with so many other things we hadn't the money to take things further. The Vet recommended exploratory surgery, but that was far out of our financial means. As it stands, the bill is going to be a real challenge to pay. Fortunately, our Vet is a real angel who has worked with us before.
At about 5:45 my friend Zoe left us. There is so many things I want to say about her, but I guess I'll make do with the most important one. Back in 2006 when at last, I was confronted by the Big Black Dog about the small matter of my denial, I believe she saved my life. It was nothing dramatic or flashy. It was simply love. All the days where all I could do was crawl into the bed and cry, she was there curling next to me, purring. Zoe would loudly demand her needs be met, pushing me outward when all I wanted to do was curl inward. Eventually I had to admit to myself the nature of my pain. It's taken time and will take more time, but I'm healing and coming to terms with myself. My dear one, Understanding spouse, was there with me for every step, but that one black and white cat played her part too. I'm crying right now and I'm going to miss her.
Bye Zoe.
Grover
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You've lost one of the family
What can I say? I've been there three times over the past year and a bit. I have a photo of the gang beside the computer, and that helps. Know also that it will get better with time.
Our furry friends do give us so much, and they do become part of our families.
Since Mr Fluffy passed on, I have been volunteering at a local animal shelter. They have so many unwanted animals: it breaks my heart that I can't take some of them home.
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My dear friends. I share your grief.
Having gone through this myself, with my cat, I know what you're feeling and I wish I could be there for you and Paula, with all my heart. I now it probably won't be much consolation, but you did all you could, and you had the courage to know to do what was the only thing you could do. I hope you can take some solace in knowing that Zoey is no longer in any pain, and she will be waiting for you both by that rainbow bridge, healthy, and ready to be your companion through the afterlife.
It's so difficult to love a pet, knowing that they will leave you long before you're willing or ready to let them go. Zoey was a sweetheart, and I will miss her too. I hope you know that I will be here for you both, whenever you need me if you need to talk, or cry on my shoulder, or rage against the injustice of losing a beloved furry friend. Don't forget that there is another little four legged loved one who still needs you both. She will comfort you both. I pass on to you both a tale sent to me by another dear heart when I lost my little buddy. I hope it helps you as it helped me
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone
here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and
hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play
together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our
friends are warm and comfortable.
All animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and
vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong
again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and
times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one
small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who
had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one
suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are
intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from
the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him
faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend
finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be
parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands
again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the
trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never
absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
Author unknown
With all my heart, all my love, and all my sympathies,
your friend and sister,
Cathy
As a T-woman, I do have a Y chromosome... it's just in cursive, pink script.
That was very nice.
I've never see that before, or heard of it and really, really sweet.
A very close friend and fellow Role-player lost her Fur kid and I had used another character to give her character a matching cat by the same name.
Bailey Summers
I am so sorry for your loss hon
I have a real soft spot for those critters who non-cat people just don't understand and I think those folks are just too controlling to try to understand them.
A loving paw, a friendly lick and oh that rumbling purr is a wonderful thing and I share your loss.
Kim
I am sorry
I am glad for her life and how she saved you. And I am sad for the tremendous loss of one so precious and dear.
She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Con grande amore e di affetto, Andrea Lena
Love, Andrea Lena
Best wishes to you...
We had to take our 14 year old Samoyed (Princess) to be put down, after a gradual decline over two years, last summer. It's far from easy, but, I hope, it's for the best sometimes. My older daughter & I had to take her (the younger one couldn't do it at all, and my wife stayed with her). Once Princess was gone, my older daughter and I hugged and cried.
Pets do worm their ways into people's hearts. This can be true whether it's a cat or a dog or a ferret or ...
Best wishes to you. I wonder how long you'll get a new one? No, not a replacement. That's not happening. But a new furry companion. My wife had said she wasn't going to when Princess died, but three-four weeks later, she was looking - and we found another Samoyed - who'd been abandoned at our local pound. He's been wonderful, mostly. And, he DOES get called Princess more often than he'd like if he were a human.
Best wishes to you,
Ann