Sorry to hear of your loss. I know how attached one can get to a pet (I have
catseight of 'em) but I know that there are plenty of animals at any
shelter that are desperate for a home. Although you can never really replace
Cheyenne, I suggest you visit your local shelter and see can't find a new
Ouch - I know how that feels. Went thru the very same thing a year and a
half ago. My little carpet tyrant made it to just shy of 16 years. For
around 9 months afterwards every time I opened the fridge door I could
almost see her jump from her "spot" on the couch and hear the sound of her
nails clicking on the tile. And to this day, when I drop a piece of food on
the kitchen floor I hesitate to pick it up. For 15 years I rarely ever had
to pick up so much as a morsel.
Take some comfort that she went to rest in her sleep. I've had to put down
all of my dogs thru the years except for one that was hit by a car. While
there was some comfort in being able to say goodbye, the suffering (hers and
mine) and agony you go thru with euthanasia is frankly something I can live
Know how you feel.
It'll get better as time goes on.
Had quite a few dogs in my
lifetime. Still think about them
from time to time.
Had my one cat for about7 years and
recently he had failing health, lost weight,
wouldn't eat and throwing up. Took him
the vets last Mon and was given some
medication which didn't help at all so
back to the vets on Thur for x-rays.
Found out that he had a 4 inch piece
of a big dog flea collar in his stomach
that he probably had for years and it
shifted to block his intestinal track.
$675 for a operation fixed the problem
and he is on the mend.
Didn't want to see my bud go up the
glory road at such a "young" age.
Had a freaky event happen not long ago. One evening Mr. Peanut (Mom's
cat) was manning his watch post (the drop-leaf table in front of the
window) when he goes rigid and stares out the window. I got curious and
looked over his shoulder. Outside, looking up at us was a black cat
with the same colour yellow eyes that Phooey had. Gave me a shiver,
since it was nighttime but I've seen the same cat since in daylight.
Bill Banaszak, MFE Sr.
I feel for you greatly as I've recently found myself checking my own 15 year
old each morning when I wake up, and each assuming today will be the day.
Making special efforts to offer attention, each assuming it could be her
last. This winter in the midwest has been a bit hard on an old arthritic
dog. I've lost pets at early ages from tragedy, relocated a few for
stupidity, etc. But damn, I don't let my wife sleep in my bed, but the dogs
have for 12 & 15 years each(they don't snore as loud as her or fart as
much). I can't imagine the first time I go to bed and there's a cold spot
that used to be warm. Might be "just a damned dog", but dammit, it's my dog
and in this house that means a lot. There's a relationship you have with a
dog that goes way beyond that you can possibly have with a fellow human(That
said, I'm not a fan of the human animal in general). While I can sympathize
and empathize with your pain, I truly can't imagine it, I hope it's some
time before I know it first hand, and that when I do I at least have similar
comfort in knowing it was peaceful rather than an endurance of suffering.
A number of years ago I was living on Balboa Isl. Ca. One afternoon when I
came home from work there was this little mixed terrier standing in the
street in front of where I lived. I said "look out little dog or you are
going to get hit". He disappeared and I parked and went to my front door.
When I opened the door, there he was right behind me. I let him in and he
stood there and looked at me. I thought he might be hungry so gave him some
leftovers from the refrigerator. He inhaled them and went over to the corner
of the room and curled up and went to sleep. A little while later he woke up
and went to the door and was ready to leave. I let him out and said "good by
little guy". About thirty minutes later there was this loud racket at the
front door. He was back! It was seventeen plus years later that I said my
tearful goodbye to him and that was almost twenty seven years ago -- I don't
think about it often now but went I do, I still get all choked up just like
I did then -- like right now. I know how you feel.
I feel your pain my friend. I had a dog for 16 years, got him for a
birthday present when I turned 5. While serving in Desert Storm, I remember
talking to my squad leader, another dog lover, and telling him I just wanted
to get home before my dog died. Sgt. Korth said, "Don't worry, he'll be
there when you get home." I got out of the Army in August of '91, and sure
enough he was right. My dog passed 2 weeks after I got home from the Army.
For awhile after he died, in the middle of the night, I swear I felt the bed
move like it did when he would jump up to sleep with me.
Keep your chin up Craig.
My sympathies to you on your loss. Mine went a week ago Tuesday. She
was 14 years old and had cancer. I couldn't let her suffer anymore and
had to make the horrible decision to let her go. It does get better
after a while and when the time is right, it'll be time to give another
pup a good home.
I an so very sorry for your loss. I have pets as well. In my case they
are cats. They all have the run of the house and they're treated just
like regular family
members. A couple of them are getting long in the tooth as they say.
One is I think 12 which is getting old for a Cat. The nexy oldest is
about 10 they are slowing up and take more many naps.
Again i'm so very sorry...........
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In September of 2002 we lost our beloved Samoyed. He was 13 years old,
rather old for that breed. His little buddy, an Eskimo Spitz is now over 14
and I worry about him every day. I know how you feel and my sympathy for
Cheers: Bill Woodier
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been
My condolences to you.
I lost my cat about six months after I lost my father. I rather think
they're both sitting relaxing on a back porch somewhere like they used
to do here.
I have no good idea how old she was as I got her after others tossed her
out. She was quite a little crabapple when I got her but she responded
well to the extra love and attention and even warmed up to my mother
before she passed. (She was never big on human females.)
I still miss her but there is another feline here now (Mom's cat) and he
and I are getting along.
Last year my cat died after 21 years.
I was 35 then so I had the little critter for more then halve my life.
I must admit thet the following times were not easy!!
He escaped once from the basket, when a photographer friend needed a cat
for a foto shoot. and he dissapeared.
about 15 months later I got a phone call that they found my cat. I
responded: "but I havent lost my cat" (he was away for so long, i kinda
gave up on him!)
turned out he still had his flea collar and name tag around his neck.
I went to collect him, he was totally wild. Took about half an hour back in
the house and he was purring on his favorite spot on the chair, stinkin
like a garbage dump.
He was home again!.
Yes. fond memories of him!
Not that I don't feel your pain, but I pray that each of my beloved
animals may go as peacefully. We are down to two bassets; one of whom
is now 13. Her mother died at twelve; her overtly obese sister at
nine. I make sure every day to pamper her and I hope I do not have to
see her suffer as her other family members did. Either way, I will be
there for her.
I know how you feel, i value the trust and love from my dog more than any
human i know, the last dog i had to have put down, a German ALsation a few
years ago, i almost grabbed the needle from the vet and stuck it in me....
My old dog now is 10, my best mate, he knows me better than i know myself.
Know how you feel, hurts like hell, feel for you
That's hard to deal with. Pets love you unconditionally (that is as long as
I feed her and let her sit on my lap and purr her cat brains out) and I
still miss a couple of cats and dogs I've had a lot more that a lot of
relatives. My Manx is going to be 12 this summer and she is starting to slow
up a little. I've had Olga longer than I've had my wife, come to think of
it. She's a pretty good cat and one of the true joys of my life.
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