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18 Oct 2007
I love all the tributes, stories, poems, etc that everyone puts down for their beloved pets. In order for me to deal with my dear Smokey being gone, I've been trying to think of all the things he did that made me laugh, smile, or feel so incredibly loved by him. I was hoping I could start a thread where we could each in turn share something amazing about our passed furbabies.

I'll start..

Smokey used to give me what I called 'smokey-kisses' he would actually give me a kiss on a spot on my arm or leg, or sometimes my face if he was sleeping on my head (he usually did) These weren't licks, but much more humanlike kisses, and they were so sweet. I could even request them from him too!
Smokey would also sing in the bathtub, join me in the shower, and sleep on my head.

Ever since Smokey passed, Kramer has started his version of Smokey-kisses, he's not able to give them the same way, but he does a random one or two licks that he NEVER did before Smokey left us, a little odd ??

Iggie was a polydactyl tabby I had for a short 3 years when I was a teenager, he actually taught himself to pee in the toilet !! We thought my little sis wasn't flushing the potty - lol then I walked past the bathroom one day, and there was iggie, half in / half out using it!! It was such a trip! laugh.gif
16 Oct 2007
Hello, I'm Olivia, Livvie to friends... Back in my college years I was a subst*itute teacher at an elementary school. One morning I heard of a kitten that was found at a teachers house, and was brought into their class. As I left that day I dropped by to find a small ball of grey & white fluff curled up in a doll bed in the kids center. The kids had nicked him Smokey, which somehow seemed to stick even after I took him home. He was so laid back, calm, sweet - "mature" even as a kitten.

he and Kramer got along really well, eventually. Some of Smokeys cutest quirks were - covering up EVERYTHING in the litter box, even Kramers (kramer can't be bothered to do it right) and giving "Smokey-Kisses" (I miss these most of all...) He would give a very human-like kiss to anyone he was close to. I could even request them by telling him to give me kisses. These were special.. not a lick, but very much like a real kiss, where he'd open his mouth slightly and kind of suck a spot for a millisecond then maybe lick it after. Then I'd always return the kiss on his forehead, ear, eye, nose, whatever was available.

In Dec of 06, Smokey got his usually special pressies, canned food. 3 cans over a week (kramer can't have any, he's got massive digestive issues). It's this food i'm certain that killed him. He started drinking like crazy, even going into my night water cup.

In late January I took him to the vet and he was submitted for 3 days of fluids, and I was told chronic kidney disease. He needed to have fluids 3-4 times a week, and special wet foods, so we set about to fight. Eventually I had to learn to do sub-q at home, (no easy feat as i'm terrified of needles) I really couldn't afford his medical bills. I'm still $2500 in debt for rent, because i paid the vet bills first. In late Feb, my sister had a baby, and bought a plane ticket for me to come up, Smokey was doing well, and I had a roommate who would watch him. When I got back, she said he was walking ok the day before but not great, so I gave him sub q, and watched him all night. The next day he stopped walking. I gave him more sub qs and didn't want to believe this was the end. I set him up right next to me on the bed that night, but he was miserable, and would periodically howl, I took him to the vet the second they were open the next morning, he was so so cold, and his lips were swollen up. I cried all the way there because I just knew it was the end.

At the vets they took him back right when I walked in, and tried to warm him up but they couldn't. They advised me he was in pain and that the best solution was to put him to sleep. I was there looking into his eyes at the end, telling him he was beautiful, and sweet, and that I loved him so much with all my heart. In my intense emotional grief, they asked me what i wanted, which I had known for years I would have the cremation so I could have his ashes, so I chose that route. Only to find out later that week that I don't GET ashes.. and that just compounded my grief so much more completely. To top things off the morning he died, I had to get new brakes on my car before permanent damage was done, AND go to court for lapsed registration (another debt i'm currently in) I was in teh court house for 6 hours, staring at chairs that were the exact color of Smokeys fur, trying so hard to contain, to push back and fight my angst, tears and pain.

That was March 13th, a day burned forever into my brain. And to complete things, the online community that I had been so close with for 3 years... turned its back on me when I needed them most. Granted I went a slight bit nuts :$ but i needed them so badly... and nothing.. desertion. I was banned off the site for an oversight i'd made in January. (used a friends account to read boards i'd had access to for 2.5 years but then left the community to care for Smokey, and missed them, needed them when he passed, so borrowed a friends account to just read things)


I am still having huge problems missing my Smokes, I have dreams - 3 nights ago he came to me in my dream and laid on my head, like he used to in waking life... Last week i'd had to reformat my computer, and i've lost 2 of the best pics i had of him, which have shredded me. I am in tears regularly and miss him so much. My heart feels broken, hollow, empty, torn and I can't seem to get to acceptance. I feel guilty- i never should have gone to see my sister & her new baby, I shouldn't have left his side for those 3 days... I shouldn't have given him canned food, I should have done something different, something better... anything
he was only 9.. why was he taken from me?!?

I hurt so much

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