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 Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:09 pm
We've all had to at some point, and will again in the future. It's just how it is. Cats do not outlive humans...
So here is a place to mourn your lost, and share their life with your fellow cat lovers.
I'll start.
About four years ago, I lost my first cat. Her name was Copycat. She was 12, one year younger than me. She was actually mom's cat, but she was the first cat I ever really knew. She was, as mom says, "part siamese, part handsome stranger". Something I'll remember most about her was how forgiving she was. I was not the nicest little kid. ^^;; I once colored her green... So she would run whenever I came near. But after we moved and I got older and less evil, she started approaching me again and we became friends. She was also Cheshire's first friend. As with most adult cats, she wasn't fond of the curious new kitten in the house, but they hit it off quite quickly.
Then, that fateful day... I'd actually noticed the gross sore on her weeks earlier, but mom waited to take her to the vet... she had breast cancer, and it had spread into her lungs. Mom decided that the best thing to do would be to put her down... That night Mom and I curled up on the couch and cried. It took Cheshire a few more days to realize she wasn't coming home....
(I'll post a picture of her later. Mom's moved all of them and is being difficult)
Goodbye Copycat.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:59 pm
I'm so sorry. :'( She sounds like she was a lovely cat. heart These stories will make me cry so much. T3T I lost my cat, Squeak, about a year and a half ago. I still cry about her death. She was the runt of her litter, and she looked like a gnomish version of my older cat, Jack. She was my brother's cat, but he was in college and couldn't take care of her so he drove up to us and gave her to us. (I rushed home from school that day..kinda snuck out early to see her >_> ) and I instantly fell in love. Since she was so small when she was a kitten, she'd have to climb up people's legs to get where she wanted XD She always curled up next to me on my bed and waited for me to come home before she fell asleep. When I was on vacations, I'd leave something of mine on the floor and sure enough, she'd spend the time sleeping on that. She was, basically, my best friend, Then in November of 2006, my dad told me she was hit by a car. He had seen white on the road outside our house and found her body. (I might add that this was the only time I've ever seen my dad cry that hard.) I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried some more. I'd lost my best friend ): picture of my baby ;3;damnit @.@
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:03 am
i'm all sad now that i read the posts here ;_;.
my family always had a cat while i was growing up. a couple passed away due to age and accidents, but i think i was still too young back then to really mourn.
then about two years ago, i was driving to arby's to get dinner when i saw a beautiful black cat crossing the road. the car in front of me hit her (it was a hit-and-run). it all happened so fast. i remember swerving to avoid her, and seeing her huddled in the middle of the street. after i drove for a few more blocks, i realized that maybe it was a cat and that she was run over and that maybe she was still alive.
i drove back past that same spot and saw the cat again. it got hit again, perhaps a few more times. this time it was lying sprawled on the road, and it was clearly dead.
i was very upset and cried on and off for a couple of weeks. i blamed myself for not stopping the car and rescuing her. over time i came to realize that that moment was so unexpected, that there were cars behind me and if i stopped suddenly, i would've placed myself and others at danger, and that the cat probably couldn't have been saved anyway.
but still. i still feel bad that i didn't do anything to save her.
and the strange thing is that a few days after that happened, i was still moping around the house when i saw this gray tabby stray on my patio. my roommate back then was allergic to cats, so i couldn't let her in. i hunkered down and placed a finger on the patio glass door, and the cat on the other side pressed his paw against the glass door, so it's like he's touching my finger. then he left a few minutes later. i still think that whole event was somehow related to that kitty hit-and-run i witnessed.
and i think that's why i am now partial to black cats. i now have a beautiful black cat (grumbles). sometimes when i look at her, i remember that other beautiful black cat that got run over.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 12:28 am
When my Montgomery died, it was like losing a part of myself. For a long time afterwards, the Cowardly Lion's song from Wizard of Oz would make me cry (being both very fluffy and very scaredy, Montgomery had the nickname of 'Cowardly Lion'). I had gotten him when he was a baby, and he had been just mine, had been very affectionate and very close to me, and while I've always had cats, he was the first that I had really raised from kittenhood.
What I did was I said, I'm not going to rush into getting another cat. I'm going to spend more time cuddling Lego (my brother's cat, and Montgomery's younger brothercousin), and I'm going to wait until there's a cat that *needs* me, and that's how I'll know.
Well, we have a friend who rescues animals, and one of the animals she rescued was a tiny little grey and white thing named Tommy Girl. The vet said 'when she gets bigger, you can bring her in and we'll fix her'. Well, it turns out Tommy Girl wasn't young, just tiny, and she wound up having kittens. Already having reached a critical limit as far as housecats go, my friend set about looking for homes, and so I went to look at them, and the moment I held the runt of the litter, I was in love.
I was going to call him 'Dorian', but when we went back after he'd gotten older, I looked at him and said 'You don't look like a Dorian anymore'. They'd been calling him 'Mokie', short for 'Smokie', because before his colour came in he was white and grey and floofy, but now some tan and brown had come in. I said 'Mohinder', and he looked up at me.
I still miss Montgomery, and sometimes it's sharp and painful as it was the first week. But then I think, well, we gave him a better life than he would have had when he was abandoned. And this kitty needed someone to take care of him. Now Mohinder is a year old, and we're doing okay. He's a sweetie, and when I'm feeling depressed, he comforts me. One time when I was crying, he jumped up on me, climbed up to my shoulder, and licked my face until I stopped. He's also been good for Lego, who before losing Montgomery, had never been without another cat in his life.
=^__^=
Anneko and Mo
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 10:50 am
Bob D Katt was almost 17 when we lost him, he had been from coat to coast with us & raised all the kids, as well as a few litters of kittens his queens bore him even though he was neutered he still thought he was a Full Tom, those kittens were all his to raise as well. Big long haired Black Himalayan he weighed about 23 lbs in his prime years, we used to put an Emerald collar on him & he would go for walks as if he was King of all he surveyed & of course He was. There wasnt a door he could not open, when he wanted out he went to the door & yelled OUT NOW, if you didnt let him OUT NOW, he learned to open the door on his own. He had his own toys, His own bed, and a pride of adoring Queens. I was his Person though, He growled if strangers to him came near me, He even bit one after warning them to Not pet him or his people. I never got over his loss, he was the best cat friend I ever had & while I continue to have cat friends there will never be another Bobbits. He passed away on june 17th 2006 & I created a guild here in his honor about an hour later. Established on Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:18 pm. Current owner is Rustinnah.... as I read this thread I couldnt help but see Bob as he used to sit next to me as Id type, because he is still with me in my heart. This is Bob & Luna in April of 2006 
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 7:13 pm
We had my cat since before I was even born. His name was Midnight and he ended up with lots of problems. His kidneys were failing and he had thyroid problems. He actually lived quite a long time after he was diagnosed with those problems. He would drink a lot. He was 16 when we decided to put him down. I remember he had trouble going to the bathroom and he went and hid in a spot he normally never goes. He scared me when he did that and I got him out of that spot and made sure he didnt go back this was all in the 8th grade. I still miss him and its really hard to put your pet down because their your family. My sister and dad ended up leaving the room when it was time to put him down, I wouldve stayed even if I was the only one left in the room because he doesnt deserve to die alone. Im getting sad just writing this I still miss him even though its been a couple of years and i cant get another cat till after college because my parents arent ready to have another one. I was really close into talking them into getting another one though.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:02 am
About a month ago we lost one of our little guys. We were out on our terrace (which is on the roof of our building and it's easy for our cats to get on the roof of the next building over, which makes me super nervous - for good reason, it turns out) and we let the cats go in an out as they pleased.
I was busy that afternoon getting stuff in the kitchen presentable for people that were coming to fix our cabinets, so I didn't notice the sunset until it had been down a while. So I call the cats in and only one came back. Kept calling and calling and calling for the other one (Loki, who used to be terrified of going on the terrace). Nothing.
My husband climbed around on the roofs. I looked around on the ground in case he fell that way. We looked and called and left out a blanket and cat food and water. The next day there was still no sign of him, so I put an alert on his microchip and called someone for advice.
That evening my husband went back on our roof and decided to lay down to look right off the edge.. and there, about seven stories down, was the body of my little guy. My husband retrieved the body (he had to go through someone's bathroom window to get to him) and we let Renato sniff the body so he'd know his buddy was gone (he'd spent the whole day looking outside wondering why his friend hadn't come back).
It's been hard. I still expect Loki's little face to pop up from some of his favorite hiding spots, even though I know he's gone. I still feel like a piece of me is missing. sad
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 1:43 am
Thinking back on this makes me real sad, but I guess I'll post anyway.
4 years ago, we got a long-haired Persian, Porché [yes, like the car]. She was the sweetest thing ever, she'd sleep in your lap, in pots outside, curl up to you when you slept, and got along really well with my puppy. I still remember the day. I'm usually never mean to cats, I don't know why I did it. I was being mean to her, and then that night, someone had let her outside. After that day, we couldn't find her for a week or two. Then... My mum found her. She was hiding under the barbecue and had died. They say cats go somewhere and hide when they know they're about to pass away. But, for some reason, I think I'm somewhat to blame for her death... Like, I made her feel so unsafe that she decided to starve herself. Made me feel terrible, and I still feel like crying over it. I think I spent a few weeks just thinking about her, and how horrible I was to her.
Another cat, my sister got for christmas last year, her name was Ferrari. She was really skinny from the day we got her. Everytime she ate, she seemed to throw up her food. She'd stumble around the place, and she had lost quite a bit of weight. A week later, my sister came home to her kitten, laying in her litter tray. She had died. We were guessing she went there to sleep, like she did a few times before, but she just...never woke up. I was away for the weekend, so I didn't know what happened, and then found out and cried.
I know it's not the right guild, but I've had a dog pass away too. It was really sad... He was around 18 years old at the time, and he was a small, kind of chubby dog. My room was next to the laundry, where my mum had put a towel over him to try stop the smell of him. We all got our chances to come in and say goodbye, but during the night, I went to get up and talk to him, and he was gone... I'm guessing my mum had buried him in the backyard while I was asleep.
One of my cats, she's very skinny but healthy, is getting pretty old. Not old old, but mature. We also have our puppy just a little older than her. I'm worried I'll be in school or working too much to see them before they pass.
I love having pets, but I hate having to say goodbye to them...
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Posted: Thu May 08, 2008 9:47 am
First off my condolences to all of you.
I really don’t know how to answer this poll, because other than the last one, I do them all.
I read this thread and had to get off to go cry. Its funny how long pain can stay with a person. You never get over it, no matter if you bring in other cats or swear them off. Its always there in the back of your mind and heart. You find their toys that they hidden from you and the other cats and its just tears at you and makes you laugh all at the same time.
About three years ago I lost my Angel Rose. She was, I know people say this all the time, but she was almost human. Since the day she was born til the day she passed, she was never without physical contact with someone in my family. Her mother was my cat and when Contessa passed about a month after Angel Rose and her siblings were born. I was there to help her mother and then there she was this little ball of grey fluff, cute as can be and so tiny.
She instantly claimed everyone in my house as her ‘humans’ and when her mother died she was the one we picked to keep. We had her a little over three years before she died in February, just a few days before my birthday. I had spent weekend at a friends house and normally before I would go she would greet that morning with little pats on the eyes and nuzzling.
But that Friday morning she didn’t and while I was worried I couldn’t stay longer to find her. I was worried the whole time I was away. Monday afternoon came and I was picked up, and as always I bugged my father for the happenings over the weekends and that was how I received the news that she had died in my mother’s arms just that morning. I cried all the way home.
When we had gotten there, my mother took this old cushioned box of hers and made a little casket for her. She was wrapped in her little blanket with her collar and favorite toys. It was hours before I let my dad go bury her in the rose bushes in the back yard. The rest of the day I was at my bedroom window just staring out at them. I wanted to go out and pull her out of the ground and bring her back inside I couldn’t stand that she was outside … alone and cold, no one to hold her. How morbid is that?
To say I still miss her is an understatement. I see her in the two boys we got a year after her passing. One has her marks and looks the other has her fearless personality. I believe that she sent them to me to help finish the mourning process for her.
~* heart *~ Adra ~* heart *~
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 12:17 am
It's kind of sad to say but I cried reading all of your posts. So my sincerest condolences.
I've always had cats in my household; I've always always loved cats. But unfortunately my mom is allergic so we've never been able to keep any of them for too too long. The longest was Gabi, my first cat. She was mine and no one else's. Because I was a young kid I always played with her in less than kind ways but I think she knew I loved her more than anything else because when she had her kittens I was the only one allowed near them. But with the kittens came allergies and we had to get rid of them all. I cried for a very very long time.
And then came Grino years later. (My dad made up bed time stories about him and a stuffed bunny I still have to this day called Junabelle) But, just as the first one came, Grino had to go because this time, one of my brothers developed allergies as well. He was so feisty. Nothing could keep him on a leash. He loved going outside and would escape out of his leash and collar to go run around chasing the dogs. He would purr when I dressed him in doll clothes and was just a great and spunky cat. I cried for such a long time.
And then there was Ronin. He had to be given away as well when my parents divorced and I moved in with my mom. Ronin stayed with my dad and when he left the house, he had left Ronin behind. I felt so bad. But I knew he deserved a home that could take care of him better than we could. ( I don't think I really figured that meant that he'd be at a shelter for months and unless someone absolutely loved him, he's probably be put down.) He was the only cat who hadn't really been mine. We had to get rid of our precious Sully too. He was an American Eskimo dog. Absolutely beautiful. Divorces are harsh.
But now, when I moved out, I moved in with my fiance to go to university and I moved in with two cats and fell in love with another, the runt of the litter of my fiance's old cat. His name is Echo and he's a ball of love. he's beautiful and all black and faithfully follows me around and cuddles me at night. I'm terrified that something will happen to him though, since he's free to go outside anytime he wants since the people I live with have their doors open all day, so when he's an hour later than usual, I tend to panic. He's my best friend and I'm so glad to have him and to be able to keep him this time around. This time, he's going to be with me until he dies a very old and happy cat. I'm going to make sure of that.
Even though I was always too young to understand exactly what "going to go live on a farm" and "giving them to the SPCA so they can get better homes" entailed, I was always always crushed. I miss then all so much. heart
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 9:04 am
Sad that it's a part of life, losing pets, but with animals it always seems so sudden.
2 years ago we lost our dominant male orange tabby, Tucker. We noticed he had been kind of moping around. We just thought he wasn't feeling well so we gave him TLC. Well, I come home from work one day to find Tucker laying under our piano with his head resting on the foot pedals. He wasn't moving so I rushed to him and touched him. He softly meowed and purred, but he wouldn't move. His body was rigid. When I touched him again he slowly raised his head and purred at me. I knew then that it was time, he was around the age of 12 and overweight(the only one of five cats to be overweight. Genetics, we assume). I called my dad and he came home from work early and together we took him to the vet to say our goodbyes. My dad and I just cried, being the biggest cat lovers in the world.
RIP, Tucker, and all the other cats taken from us in this guild way too soon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 7:18 pm
Man, reading all of these makes me all teary. crying I want to cuddle my kitties now, but Cheshire's hiding from the storm, and Cheerio's too fat to get in the chair.
Because we lost Copycat so suddenly, I often worry about Cheshire. He is, what, eleven? And can you believe mom has the nerve to say that when he's gone we're not getting another? Not only is that cruel to me, but also the kitty that would need a home.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:28 pm
LovelyLadyBast Man, reading all of these makes me all teary. crying I want to cuddle my kitties now, but Cheshire's hiding from the storm, and Cheerio's too fat to get in the chair. Because we lost Copycat so suddenly, I often worry about Cheshire. He is, what, eleven? And can you believe mom has the nerve to say that when he's gone we're not getting another? Not only is that cruel to me, but also the kitty that would need a home. When the time comes, I hope your mom changes her mind. *nod* @Maiamore: I'm sure your pet meowed and purred because he didn't want you to worry about him. He was telling you that he loved you and thanked you for taking care of him and loving him while he still could. Your wait may be long, but you will see him again someday. 3nodding
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 12:39 pm
It scares me to bits to think of losing Winnie, Thor, or Mitzy. I've been through many pet deaths, but it's always extremely hard. I went and got Winnie to cuddle while I read this to feel better. XD
I have one kitty death that really stuck with me and I am not over it at all...probably will never be.
Winnie's father, Shadow was the love of my young life. I got him from a pet store (I know, I know, bad) after a rabbit of mine passed away when I was in third grade. I had him for 3 years. In 6th grade he got very sick after a jaunt outside that created my Winnie. XD That rascal! He stopped eating and I had to start giving him water through an eye dropper. My father refused to take him to the vet. "he's just a cat." >< There are many reasons why I dislike that man, and this is one of them. Then a week later and Shadow started to sweat. As I'm sure you guys know, cat's don't sweat. He stank so I had to sponge him down every day. He was sweating out the urine because he had a blockage down there...
My mum, after a heated argument, finally got my father to relent and we scheduled a vet appointment, if only to put him down humanely. i said goodbye to him before I went to school. He was laying next to my desk on a bed I had made for him. I bent down and pet him real gently, made sure he was clean and told him I love him and that I would be back. He curled his tail around my hand and purrtalked at me, and then i had to go. All day I was itchy to get back home so we could take him to the vet. During a movie at the end of the day I could have sworn a cat rubbed my ankle and sat in my lap. I'm sure I was just worried and kinda knew already, but I can't say. When we got out, I got on my bike and raced the 5 mile ride as fast as I could (about 20 mins), calling out "I'm comin' Shadow! Hold on, babe!"
-whew, had to stop for a cry for a moment-
We got home and I rushed to his bed...he hadn't moved from there the whole day. I touched his side to wake him and he didn't move. Shadow had died about an hour before we got home. His bed was still warm, but he was not. So we canceled the vet appointment and got the animal control people to take him away. We were in an apartment so, no burying allowed. And it's actually illegal to do that where I live now, so my guys will be going to a pet cemetery when the time comes. I'll never heal from Shadow's death completely because it is a story of outright abuse, which disturbs me to the core. Shadow's issue can be fixed easily these days, although when it happened to him, he would have been euthanized by the vet as they did not have the tech to fix it yet. I honestly would have preferred that to prevent the suffering he wrongly endured.
I see him so much in his daughter. We got her about two weeks after he died. She has some of his manners and she has his eyes. She has her own cool personality though I can hear him in her voice.
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 7:30 pm
Reading all of these made me burst into tears so my condolences to you all
My very first cat ever named Nikita she was the sweetest cat ive ever had. she was my dad's cat and so when i can along she understood that i needed to pull her tail just examining her and she didn't care! I could pick her up and drag her all over and take her down stairs she didn't care! But wat breaks my heart to be typing this is that she always came back for more. She loved me so much even though i did all of those mean things to her. When i was about 5 or 6 she was walking down the stairs and she ended up falling down them so we took her to the vet and it turned out she had a stroke... This broke my heart to learn that my best friend could have died from that. But the vet said that she was fine so we took her back. Later that week she had another one. This one wasn't so harmless... She had broken her tail and both of her back feet. And i remember laying on my bed just sleeping under neath my window so she had pulled her self to the top of my bed on my pillow underneath my window crying We had to take her to be put down the next day I didn't even get to say good bye to her cause i was crying so much but when they asked if i had said bye even though i hadn't i said yes! I still regret that to this day.
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