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50 years old
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Ashhurst, Palmerston North, NEW ZEALAND
Born Jan-13-1971
Skydiving. Music. ....and my mate Seth :)
"There will always be Blue Skies, Music to write about you, and you in my heart". I thank life for letting me hold, comfort and trust you with me. I wish I could have you for just one more day.
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11 Dec 2004
Today is now the 12th December 2004. 3 days on now. Yesterday I went out skydiving. I didn't have the emotional stability to jump, so sat and watch the boy's jump instead.

When I arrived at the DZ (Drop Zone), Kate, the co-owner of the skydiving business, presented me with a Poem with a photo of Seth on top of it. The poem is called;


"I thought you might like to know, I got 'here' safe and sound,
Though you must feel rather strange not having me around.
Of course, I'm am not really gone, I've just moved out of sight,
And I don't need that old body, things had stopped working right.

Sometime's I'm sorely tempted, to pop back down and see,
Just how you are managing without, any help from me.
But I'm sure, that you will understand, I can't come back to stay,
Though I have on good authority, that we will meet again some day.

The chow where I am is delicious! - Ambrosia Brand! - it's called,
Once you've tasted this stuff, Friskies won't ever taste the same.
And where do they get this nector from? Which flows thick and creamy comes,
It's not like other dairy products, cos' it don't give you the runs!

I haven't found a litter tray, and THIS perplexes me,
That however much I wolf down, I never have to PEE!
But there are other plus points, which cannot be ignored,
My claws have all come back again and there's drapes here to be clawed!

Oh yes, - I've a comfy bed, just like mine down there at home,
So things here are quite adequate, I cannot gripe or groan;
But while I'm up here waiting, in my catbed in the sky,
I'll regularly look in on you, and keep a watchful eye.

Love Seth. xx

You can imagine how I was by the time I read that! Thank you so much Katie xx
10 Dec 2004
On the 9th December 2004, at Ashhurst, New Zealand, I had to make the worst decision i've ever had to make.

Seth, only 2yrs, 8mths, a short haired Tabby mate, was put to sleep after being diagnosed with a blocked urethra. On Saturday I saw that he was sratching around in the dirt, but not peeing. I did acknowledge that it odd, but thought it was due to constipation, and that I would go the vet's on Monday and see them about something to unblock it. By Sunday morning, he was hardly moving. I called the Vets and took him straight in.

After leaving him the their care, i received a call later that afternoon to say that it was a blocked urethra and that a catheter had been placed inside to drain his bladder. They explained that there could be further complications if the bladder and kidney's had become toxic with the build up of urine. Most Cat's bladder's will expand up to the size of a tennis-ball. His was the size of about a baseball (if not slightly larger).

He continued to be cared for, his bladder expressed and a catheter inserted on a daily basis. Blood/Urine results showed that crystals had formed in the bladder and was responsible for the blockages. Seth always was happy, content and always able to pack away a bowl full of cat food twice a day. He was placed on a special meat diet with a High PH level, in the hope it would dissolve the crystals.

On Wednesday, 8th December, the vet's allowed me to take him home, in the hope that being back in his natural environment, he'd urinate (with the help of the diet). That whole night, I stayed awake, watching at his every move, only managing to have a nap in his kitty litter box, rather than use it.

On Thursday 9th December 2004, I returned Seth to the vets in the early morning. On our way, I was playing a song on the radio, I started crying, as i looked over at Seth in his cage, he was looking back at me. This now, I know, was I sign.

I recieved a call back from the vet about 10:30am. They said his bladder had again expanded and hadn't managed to lose any urine from it. The vet gave me 3 options. 1. Commit Seth to major surgery to have his urethra enlarged, with an unknown success-rate for this particular case, 2. Continue with the daily general anesthetic, expression of his bladder and continual insertions of a catheter and continued diet, or 3. Have my mate put down.........The vet though, which scared me completely, wanted an answer within an hour...........boy!

At 11:30am I called the vet back. With the advice, knowledge of the situation and trust I had in the vet's options and advice, I requested my mate, Seth Alexander CARMICHAEL, be put to sleep. The vet could be heard to start crying, this showing how much effort, compassion and attachment she had made with Seth in only a short time. This showed that i had a very very special mate who could bond with anyone.

Up till that moment, Seth ran, jumped, slept, purred, ate, dribbled, meowed, climbed and was a healthy lil boy. At 2years, 8mths, I for the first time, had to make a decision that I wished could of been made by him. Not me.

I now wait for the return of his ashes. It takes a week. A man will come to the vet clinic on Monday to collect his cold little body, cremate it and return them for me to uplift on Monday 20th December 2004. Just in time for Xmas.

I'm a single 33 year old guy who live's alone. I sit here, in a house that no longer feels like a home. I'm hearing things at night i've never heard and sense such an emptiness about this house. I've cried more than when I lost my father at the age of 12. Everywhere i look, there's Seth's cat hair, holes he dug in the garden.

In the kitchen, an empty cat bowl and water bowl still 1/2 filled with water remains untouched. A day on, his kitty litter box remains out. His toy's (a soft boucey ball and toy mouse) still lying in the middle of the lounge floor.

All I want to do is have my lil mate back for Xmas. I don't want to be here and doing this alone. I have my friends who have heard nothing but me and 'Seth' for the last 2 years. It's always been Me and Seth. Never a conversation was had without someone asking how Seth was. I hate this. I hate thinking I made the wrong decision.

As I look outside, birds begin to regain confidence by standing on the ground outside my window. A few days ago, this ground was Seth's stomping ground. The birds returning, indicating the giving up of this ground. It's not stopped raining since lunchtime on Thursday. Apparently it always rains when someone dies. But like in the movie 'The Crow', "It can't rain all the time".

Thank you for reading this. I need to put all this down. I need to tell someone how I feel. This is another chapter in our lives that only the smallest of things (Pets) make a chapter that will never seem to end.

Hamish (Seth's Father).
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