I lost my little ferret boy, Buddy the ferret, last September. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. I cried, I got angry, I blamed myself, I played the "What If?" game over and over..........the pain was so great and I had never felt such an emotional stirring as I did that day and the weeks that followed.

This site was a huge support for me. Stay here as long as you need to and use it. Let it help you heal. It helped me.

Occasionally I come back and read some of the things that people are going through with their loss or eminent loss.....and I want to say everything I can to comfort them and console them. To make their hurt, emptiness and loneliness go away, forever. But alas, I can't respond to everyone, so I wanted to just put this out here for you all to read, it may help...and if I can make one person better, as so many tried and did for me, then I have been successful at my attempt here.

Grab a tissue and read on:

It hurts. I know it does. Don't be afraid of that hurt, don't be afraid to show your feelings through your emotion. Cry if you need to cry. Scream if you need to scream. Let it out. Don't bottle it up and let it fester. It's good to get it out. Talk to others who will listen. Let them know you're not looking for answers, or even for them to understand what you're going though, just that you need the ear, the out. The vent. Some people are not pet lovers and may not know or fathom what you're going through. Maybe not the best people to talk to, but if you have someone who is willing to listen, then TALK!

Stay busy. Keep your mind occupied. Do what you normally do. Don't hide, don't crawl in a hole and pull the hole back in over you. Yes, that is the easy thing to do, but it doesn't lessen the hurt or change history. The less free time you have, alone time or quiet time, the better. As is want for human nature you will dwell on the negative and find yourself once again, upset and boo-hooing if you have a lot of idle time to dwell on the negative. Nothing wrong with that, but it's better to not have to have that stress and added negative in your life, if at all possible.

Remember, the past is the past, you have to move on, but only when you're ready too. And you will find that time. I promise. It comes. But whatever you think, you can not change the past. So don't let that be part of what you do with this. Let that part go.

As you have all heard, a million times over, "With every day that passes, a little healing takes place and things get a little bit easier" that's true. I won't say better, because nothing makes this better, but it does get easier.

Remember your pet. Remember what fun you had. Remember all the times they did crazy, little, funny things that made you smile or call them "goofball"..... Keep them close to your heart. Did your pet ever react to your being sad or upset around them? Mine did. And it bothered him. So know, your pet wouldn't want you upset now either. They know. They do.

As for the physical things, the belongings and toys and stuff, well, that's hard. I got angry and I just wanted all reminders of Buddy to be gone. So I took his cage, which he never stayed in anyway, and stuffed all his toys and sleeping bags and stuff inside it and hauled it to the basement. I figured to have it out of sight would be the best thing. Oh, but I was wrong!

Every time I went downstairs to do laundry or get supplies from the basement I would see it and just cry and cry. I would take out the sleeping bag he slept in and smell it....just so I could know that unique ferret scent once again. It broke my heart. It reinforced even more so that he was gone. Maybe it's a good idea to leave things out and just put them in a corner. But trying to hide them and remove them makes it worse, I think. Do whatever you think is best.

I went around to all the pet stores the following week after Buddy died and I played with all the ferrets I could find. It helped, but didn't change anything, of course. I just hoped they all went to as good a home as Buddy had in ours.

Eventually I broke down and went against my promise to myself that I would never have another animal because I didn't want to ever feel this pain again at their loss. I bought a lonely little ferret boy, all by himself in the pet store, who needed my love. He has turned out to be a sweet addition to my family. We welcomed Ferris the ferret with open hearts and arms!

So, don't make that promise that you won't get another pet. It's not a fair one to make, to you or to a lonely animal out there who deserves the love you have. We can not deny ourselves the joy that they bring into our lives.

If you feel like you want another pet, don't be hasty, pick the right one for you, but MOST IMPORTANTLY: DO NOT TRY AND REPLACE YOUR LOST PET. You can NEVER replace the former pet. You can get another one, sure, but it won't be the same pet or a clone. It will act differently and have its own personality...remember that. ALWAYS.

DO NOT compare the new pet to the old pet. Don't expect them to be the same or act the same and don't punish them for not being the former pet. Don't say things to yourself or the new pet like "Well, Buddy learned how to do that really fast" or "Buddy was smarter" or "Buddy would never have done that" ........This new pet is not your "Buddy, or Spot or Fluffy" and it's not fair to the new pet to have you expecting him or her to fill the shoes of your lost pet. Not fair at all. And they can tell when you're demanding or expecting of them. Animals sense things, we all know they know.

And don't not love your new pet any less or differently, they're just sweet animals and they try to please us as best as they possibly can. They deserve the same amount of love and caring and understanding that the former pet did. Show that love and let it be that way again.

And lastly, I have to tell you, I know for a fact, that with time, these wounds all heal. You will get through this. Not over it, but through. That hole will always be there, but it gets easier every day to cover the hole and remember the happy stuff. And soon enough, like myself, you will find that you aren't crying over the loss and sadness anymore......you're living life, you're carrying on and you're smiling at the good memories you have of your beloved pet, your pal, your best friend........your Buddy.

Best wishes to you all, each and every one of you. Hang in there.....be strong. You'll make it.

Buddy's Dad.

(reading this next little piece might pull at your heart strings. You may have seen it before or not. It was given to me by the wonderful people at my vet's office. It came with a little memorial that had been cast in ceramic of Buddy's footprint.......Read it if you want, it's very sweet and may make you feel better for the moment) :

Heaven got a STAR today
And earth seems somehow dim.....
On angel's wings you went to God
And leapt, four footed to him!

Wait for me, my dearest
Though you're gone I'm not alone....
You've left pictures in my memory
And paw prints on my soul!

Thanks for sharing your message.

I am hurting, and feeling the pain.

The first days are the hardest days...

excellent writings, i am going to pin this for others so they don't miss it.

Thanks...I think that if it were me on the other side, I could find something in this piece that would help me, (which is why i composed it, to help others) so I was hoping it could get turned into a sticky or pinned, so that it would stay visible and not be buried as the posts became dated.

Thanks again. For everything. This is a great site.

Buddy's Dad.

You're welcome and hang in there...........you're right, the first days, the first weeks, are hardest....but it eases out.

Moving on... You sure nailed it. It's hard, I lost MIsty almost 2 months ago and some days I am fine, today is not one of those, that's why I am here. There are days I want to kick myself for bringing another Poodle into my life just before MIsty passed, but to totally honest, I think she was happy to know there was someone else to take care of me. She could let go. There are days I wish he wasn't there, he isn't Misty and never will be. Someone gave me a little poodle who could have been her younger sister, I found her a good home through a rescue group. I didn't want another Misty, I have Prince, who is bigger, male the opposite color and has his own set of issues that keep me busy, the one thing we do share is that we both need love, and support, we both lost someone we loved. I lost MIsty and he lost the only human mom he ever knew, whether he was treated well or not it was all he knew. We are great therapy for one another. He keeps me smiling with his goof antics and with trying to traing him that people are okay, and that peeingin the house is bad, yes another neglected soul, and I am ind and patient with him, teaching him that there is nothing to be scared of in the world.

You can't replace them, but having another one to love is good therapy, you'll never forget them, but having another boucy critter around can turn that smile upside down, besides I know Misty would want me to help another lost soul, not pine over her. IT's in quiet times I miss her, normally with Princes head in my lap at night, he gets all that love now, somehow I Know she is contented in that.

Grieving haiku

Seven days ago
I lost a light in my life
What will I do now



Tears with no warning
Streaming down my cheeks and lips
'Tis a bitter pill


My best friend is gone
I'm so lonely without him
The day moves slowly


My heart so heavy
And then a moment of peace
Faith he is risen

~ The message you wrote is beautiful ~ wise ~ and loving ~

This is my first Spring without CC ~ I have opened the patio and see his scratchy paw prints on the window sills near the slider doors and I am filled with angst and the bitter pill of tears as described in one of the simple yet poignant poems that are appended above ~

I am moved to include these words from an Sanskrit poet from the year 500 AD ~ it seems to be among other things ~ one of the messages that you are giving us ~

Look to this day
For it is life,
The very life of life.
In its brief course
Lie all the realities and verities of existence.
The bliss of growth,
The splendor of action,
The glory of power -

For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream
of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well, therefore, to this day.


Sincerely,
Kathryn

Excellent writing!

I too, received great comfort and made some friends that I am still in touch with even now, two years after my beloved border collie passed.

Great idea to write a piece like you did Buddy Ferret!

I haven't been here in several months, I felt that I'd sort of "graduated" from the pain I felt after losing my cat Magic in Dec. You all helped me so much, but I think the person who pointed out that Magic died in her sleep rather than a traumatic death or a lingering death that so many pets suffer gave me a lot of comfort and I felt I could move on. Today I found one of my outside feral cats dead under my deck, and it was like all the thoughts I thought I'd assimilated and learned to live with went right out the window. I hurt so much, and I know the first days are the worst, and tomorrow will be bad, and the day after and probably the day after that, and who knows how long it will go on. I blame myself and think that if I'd only done this or that, it wouldn't have happened. Groucho had a way of sitting in front of the door to look in, and since I'd fed him and he was eating, I went back upstairs, but what if I'd come back? What if he sat there waiting for me and I never showed up and he crawled off to die? I sit here with my recriminations, and know I'll never know the answers, and know he's better off where he is, but it just hurts and hurts, I can't find the words. I get some comfort out of what I've read here, and I guess I'll become a regular here again,but right now it all seems so hopeless. I've gotten the help before here that I needed, and I'm sorry I need it again so soon, but thank you.

Yes, I am in tears again.

My sweet little Cyril is gone, but his brother is still with me. I keep trying not to compare them because they were so different. I feel bad that I am smothering poor Bert with extra cuddling that is not his way just because I miss that cuddling with Cyril. I must remember that they both love me in their own way.

I am confused about how to help Bert also. He seems lonely. He seems to get more upset when I have to leave than he used to get. After all, he is alone, alone when I go to work now. I want to do what is best for him now and can't be sure how much I am projecting onto him my own feelings. So much of the last year was spent worrying about his brother. What to do now?

It's kind of odd how other animals react to issues which devastate us humans. Some of my cats act like the other cat that passed is still here - in spirit anyway - and that's a comfort to me. The feral cat that I brought inside and adopted into the family absolutely loathed Groucho - they used to have the most vicious fights which upset me so much. But he sits by the back door and seems to be waiting for Groucho to show up. All I can suggest is that you give lots of attention and love to your other cat - I believe firmly that cats have that sixth sense of knowing when cats have left this world for the next one, and they are lonely, but they know somehow, that one day we'll all be together. I send my best wishes your way - this is a difficult time for you. One thought, which may or may not be practical for you, is to adopt another cat, maybe a kitten, not to take Cyril's place, but to give Bert something else to think about. He may hate the idea at first, but only a truly vicious cat would seriously take on a kitten. Whatever you do, take care - Barbara

YES! Yes, I'm in just the same position! (See "Feeling guilty for wanting to feel better" for photo of my boys). It's been 23 days since Willow and I lost his brother Mink suddenly to a speeding car.

Willow is no cuddlebunny. He's intensely affectionate, but on his terms. Likewise, he looks at me and says I'm no cuddle-play-groom-buddy. And I play like a human, not like a cat.

So we're going to add a kitten, maybe a pair of littermates. (You can see my reasoning at My Cat Was Euthanized). I know I need to go slowly and not just latch onto the first cuddly kitty I see. A pair I'm spending time with has pros and cons. The shelter is reserving them for me til Saturday, so I can go back and visit with them several times. And in the end, if it's not a good fit, I could bring them back (it's a fully no-kill shelter, and Siamese mix brothers would be adopted again quickly). One was ill, so I hadn't had a chance to see him when he was feeling good. I visited today, and he was a hissy, grumpy bear with the other cats. I know that in someone's home, these two will be the most charming, inquisitive, intelligent pair of cats; I just need to make sure they're not too rambunctious and territorial to share a home with Willow and me. Plus, soon I'll be inheriting my dad's cat (Dad's health is failing), then there will be FOUR cats. I had two, right now I have one. FOUR????

I know that I just need to relax -- it will end up just as it should. I'm also making decisions about whether to buy a piece of land to build a business, and anticipating that my dad doesn't have a lot of time left. Last night I woke at 4am and my brain just roiled. Mink-Dad-business-finances-new babies-FOUR?-etc. KNOWING I need to relax, and being able to DO it are two different things...

As for Will, he's definitely asking for more attention. He seems to be loneliest around 6am, when Mink would start washing him and they'd do this whole bonded pair thing. That's a large part of what makes the Siamese pair attractive, is bringing that bonded-brothers energy back into the house, and hopefully sharing it with Willow. (They've been affectionate with the other kitties in their room.)
Kimberly

Thanks for that. I lost my Stokely yesterday, and it feels so good to know that it's okay and normal for me to feel so mournful and sad. He was my little baby and I just hate knowing that I can't see him and play with him everyday.

Again I am overwhelmed by the depth of love and concern on this forum. You guys are helping me through this lonely and painful time and I so appreciate being able to come here and be comforted and feel the pain of my loss.

I love and miss you my sweetie girl, Scout...

Thanks to everyone for the additional comments and the kind words.

I come back every now and then, just because. And I see things that pull at my heartstrings and I have to go away or I will spend all night and day trying to say whatever little thing I can for every single person here, to help them get through whatever their situation may be.

I really appreciate the fact that the owners and moderators of the forum selected my writing as a "Pinned" post, or "sticky" as it is called on other forum formats.

Again, I hope the feelings I expressed are helpful to whomever, in whatever smallest or greatest way possible.

Hang in there.......

Buddy's Dad

I lost my Smiggles on Wed and I'm overcome with grief. I'm experiencing so many emotions at the minute that I feel like I'm going crazy... Could I have stopped it?
I came down as usual on Wed morning and she wasn't there. I thought she must be out chasing birds and thought nothing of it and just asked my housemate to feed her when she came in. Eight hours later, I arrived home...still no Smiggles. I knew then there was something really wrong- She would never stay out this long. My stomach was in knots as I went out to search for her.

Three hours passed, and still no sign. Then I noticed my neighbour pull up in her car.. "Are you looking for your cat?" she asked. "Yes" I said, "have you seen her?" "I'm sorry" she said "my friend was driving to work this morning and he seen a dead black and white cat on the footpath, he said it looked very like yours.." I broke down immediately.. No, it couldn't be my Smiggles. She would never go near the main road, she was frightened of traffic. I ran to the road at the end of the street. I felt sick with guilt-It didn't seem that far away now. I trawled through the bushes on either side of the road, nothing.
I went home and cried like I've never cried before, I've been crying for 3 days now and I don't think I'll ever stop. Everywhere I look I see her. She looks at me with those big yellow green eyes and I feel like my heart's going to burst.
For a while I thought it mightened have been her, but I know I was just deluding myself. Where did her body go? I rang all the vets and sanctuarys in the hope that she might have been alive and someone took her to get fixed... but no. Reluctantly I rang he street cleaning crew and they've seen nothing either.
Part of me still lives in hope that it wasn't her and she'll walk through the door any minute and statrt rubbing round my legs.

Everyone says it'll get easier with time but I can't stand life without her. I've put posters up in the hope that whoever lifted her will contact me. I want to hold her in my arms again and tell her how much I love her. I need closure, but for now I just can't let go...

This is the best thing I've ever read on how it feels when an animal you love dies. I read it out loud to my son and we both cried. He said that the people on this site are so nice--he is only 13 and finding out that others can feel the same way he does.

I will print it out and save it for a long, long time.
Karen

This is the first post I read on this site and it expressed exactly what I've been feeling. I cried the whole way through. I lost my son, Smoot, to liver cancer a month ago and although I thought things were getting easier, my husband and I find ourselves depressed and irritable with each other all the time. Because we have a hard time having kids, Smoot was our only child for the last 14 years. I quit my job last October to be home with him full-time while he was sick, so it's been a terrible blow to lose my best friend and hear nothing but silence.

Thank you for writing such a beautiful piece - maybe finding these boards will help me to express my grief better and help me to heal.

Love and support,
melanie

There's so many things within different people that make them who they are, and every person is so unique, it's impossible to say what will work for one person that may not work for another.

All I can tell any of you here now or anyone reading this in the future is, no matter how bad it may seem, it's truly not the end of the world. Yes, it is the end of a way of life that you knew, a daily routine and existence that you were accustomed to. But life changes and we have to press on.

Time is the key, at least that is what I found as each day passed. It grows softer and the impact lessens.........just like an illness, you have to let it run it's course, but you have to do the right things during that course in order to keep yourself healthy.

I'm sending warm thoughts and well wishes to every one of you going through this truly trying time in your life.

Hang in there y'all.
Buddy's Dad

This is what I have also found to be true. When Sasha died, I just knew my life was over. I never thought I could survive without her by my side. She was with me from the ages of 14-30.... I couldn't even remember what my life was like without her.... she was my life. I was so scared to think about what I would do without her. Obviously I did somehow survive, and with each passing day, life without her is, unfortunately, becoming my new 'normal'. It is my 'new' life...life after Sasha. It is obvious that that doesn't mean I have, or ever will, ever forget her...if that were the case I certainly wouldn't be coming here everyday. She will always be a part of me, a part of my daily thoughts, but my daily routine has forever changed without her presence and I am slowly getting used to that. Even after 2 years I am not fully there yet, but with each day I get closer and the acceptance that she is gone forever is becoming more painfully real....just typing that 'gone forever' once again has sparked tears for me. A sign that I know I am still having trouble coming to grips with it. Sometimes I feel like I haven't progressed at all, and I still have those days where I want her back so badly it physically hurts and I can't function at all for that day beyond watching her videos and trying to break my personal record of how many tissues I can use up in one day, but when I think about where I was in my grief 2 years ago, there is no doubt that things have definitely improved for me. Some will take longer to adjust than others (I am proof of that ), but in the end, we will all learn to accept the temporary seperation from our furbabies and continue living in the best way we each know how until we are with them again...
your friend in grief,
Kim

Thank you so much for this post. I needed this today desperately.

I love and miss my Buddy and feel there is a hole in my heart that will never be filled without him in my life.

I've decided to adopt 2 older cats tomorrow that I found on-line. One, I admit, does look very much like Buddy, maybe I did want to replace my beloved pal. But I've read and re-read this thread, and searched my heart, and I feel as you do, that there are so many lost souls out there, I want to give my love and home to others who were left all alone in this world. So, we're going through with the adoptions and our existing pets,
Duncan, Elsie and Redman will have two new brothers tomorrow, and we'll have 2 new friends to love, in honor of our Buddy Boy, who will be forever loved and never forgotten.

Thank you

Good on you!! You're honouring Buddy's memory and helping out two sweethearts who will be getting a very loving home and loving owner!
It will help ease your grief over your loved one. They will not be replacements, just additions to the family.
God bless you!!
Lisa

You're welcome. I am very glad that it helped you in whatever way. That's what I intended and I am happy that you found comfort and some direction!

Best of luck to you and your pets!

Buddy's dad.

Hello everyone.I have been coming to this site now for 3 weeks since the passing of my 16 year old kitty boy Sox.He had to be put to sleep because he had kidney failure and he also had uncontrolled diabetes.He was my best friend and I still miss him and think of him every single day.My husband and I have gotten so much comfort from this site.The folks here are so wonderful and caring.Today I started reading all of the posts under this thread and they made me cry all over again.The writings and the poems are so beautiful and well written.It's like they were written just for me.I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has posted here and to the fellow to started it a most heartfelt thanks!I will pray for all of you tonight and I hope that you will find the comfort you are looking for here on this site.

Sorry to hear of your loss, Ryancat. Sox had a good life and a full life. 16 years. That's a lot.

In essence, Ryancat, the writings and postings here were written for you.......all of us sharing to help just one get through a hard time, whether it be ourselves or someone else.

That's what this site is all about.

Glad that you and your husband found solace and were able to use the site as it is intended. It is indeed a great place.

I was very glad that I found it when I did.

Pulled me through some really hard times.

And I have made some great friends (one in particular, she knows who she is) because of the site.

Hang in there!
Buddy's Dad.

Thank you so much. It was helpful for me to read what you said. The waves of different emotions at different times are not unexpected (or resented) and I am allowing myself to grieve. I really miss my Golden Retriever Sam. Thanks & bye for now.

JimmyPat, hang in there. Life does go on. It get's better. Best of all to you in the new year.

I have been coming here every day, (mostly not typing a word), since I found this site, a few weeks ago. Yesterday....it's been exactly a month since we said goodbye to our dear, beloved Caesar. I lost the best Christmas presant in the world, so near the date of another so-far-away Christmas, 16 years ago in another time. All other Christmas preasants for the rest of my life will pale beyond words, in comparison to my most beautiful Caesar-pup. Caesar, I love you soooo very much, and I always will. Thank you everyone, for making this such a special site. All the love and tears from us all... they hear us. How could they not.

Thank you, 4 days after my Murphy passed away, I was home alone and looking for comfurt. Your words really helped me and I printed it out for my family to read too. Murphy was 18 and a great friend. He was with me during the teen age years and all those before and some after. I went through alot a few years ago and every time I was upset he was there to cuddle up with me and stop the tears. Now that he isn't here it is so hard to stop the tears. My family and I help eachother to cope with whats going on. What you said about the pain will eventually get less. . . it does. . .and I know that he knew I loved him and I couldn't have asked for a greater friend. I just wanted to thank you for helping me that day. I hope that you also have found comfurt in some ones words. my heart goes out to you and yours for your loss too.

I'm so sorry to hear of your loss, I feel your grief and pain. I've been crying for 103 hrs. now over the loss of my dog Joe.Have any idea when this pain will ease? I'm simply lost.
I miss Joe

I miss Joe......

The most exact and true answer to your question..........is: When the time is right.

You will grieve for however long your spirit and mind and body need it.

It could be days it could be hours, it could be going on for weeks.

Not to sound cliche', but don't feel like you are the only one going through this, not that it makes it better, but you're not alone, at least not on this board.

Take it one day at a time.

The more you dwell on it, indeed, the worse it will seem.

Try and keep yourself busy, do what you can to take your mind off the pain and as each day passes you'll see that you're healing.

Trust me....it will pass. Right now it's very dark where you are, but the light is still out there and Joe is in that light and he wants you to be happy.

You were never like this when Joe was around, right? So don't let his being gone make you like this now.

Don't deny it, but don't let it overwhelm you.

Joe is gone, indeed and oh GOD does it hurt......that hole that is there is just so huge and endless and deep......but there is nothing, absolutely nothing you nor I or anybody can do to change that fact.

You just have to hang in there, let time pass and let the hurt heal.

Easy for me to say, but if I came through it, I bet you can too.

Best of luck to you friend, and know that I am thinking of you at this time of sadness, and so are many others here.

~ Buddy's Dad.

PS. Go back over the things that are in my original, lengthy post. Re-read and think about some of the stuff that I said. The first time you read it you may have been too emotional to pull some of the healing points and helpful suggestions out of it.
Just run through it again when you're not too upset and maybe it will do you some other good.

Thank you for this post. I lost my baby girl pug, Niko after pregnancy complications. I have spent the last week dealing with the "what if's", "should haves", and "if only's". I have spent the last week beating myself up and feeling guilty for making choices that had to be made, yet turned out to be the wrong ones, even though the right ones could have cost me dearly.

You are right, I am slowly getting over the guilt and keeping busy helps. I have 3 puppies to care for, one looks just like her momma and will continue as part of the family. You mentioned that the pets would not want us to be sad and I think you are right. I have two older dogs that have been going through their own grief with her passing and I am trying to help them as well...they still search the house for her on a daily basis.

I am getting away from myself. Thank you again for this post, together with my friends, my vet, and memorial items I have received, this post makes it just a little easier.



Lisa (Niko's Mom)

Thank you for your most incredibly wise words. Thank you! It means a lot to read your words.
HUGS!
susan

BuddyFerret,

Thank you for your post. I am in my second loss with this forum. I lost Chestnut in July 06 and Bonny on Christmas Eve 07. I am totally devastated. I can't stop crying. Everyday is difficult. I wake up thinking of her and I go to sleep thinking of her. She was my special girl and I told her that every single day. I would kiss the top of her head and she loved it. She would always sit right at my feet and tap me with her paw. Other times she would sit on the arm of the sofa right next to me and tap me with her paw. She loved going in cabinets and I would always hear the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen. She was with me from the beginning of my marriage and then through my eventual divorce. She was with me through my pregnancy and the first six years of my son's life. She relocated with me four times. She traveled with me by car and by plane. She was a part of me and I feel like a part of me is missing. I've never felt this sad before. I just want her back and I know that's not possible. I will keep coming back to this site because even though it makes me cry every time I log in, I know that is in the tears where the healing happens. It's just so painful.

Bonny's Mom

thank you. your words touched my heart. i didnt think i still had so much bottled up but it came out. im sorry for your loss.i hope you are well.

with love corina and her angels

i feel what you are saying that we come back yet we cry every time. i never realized that those tears are healing tears. im sorry for your loss. sounds like you were both very lucky to have each other and the best of friends. i recently lost another kitty. it has been the hardest since he was only 1 year old and passed suddenly from f.i.p. i had so many plans and hopes for him. he brightened up my days. its hard. i wish you the best.

with luv corina and her angels

i'm sorry you lost your pug. it is very nice that you still have a part of her living on. it's never easy when they pass unexpectedly. i feel your pain. i wish you the best.

with luv corina and her angels

i am sorry for your loss. i recently lost another special kitty. it has been the hardest since he was only 1 year old and passed suddenly from f.i.p. you give me hope. thank you. that first link in tribute to your angel is so beautiful. made me cry alot. did you write it? i wish you the best. i hope you are well.

with love corina and her angels

i have lost many and recently lost another. i am devastated because this last kitty was only 1 year old and so full of hope. i think that the pain eases from time to time but hits from time to time as well. i wish you strength through this hard time. im sorry for your loss.

with luv corina & her angels

That poem tore at my heart and as I'm at work, had to run into the bathroom so I could bawl my eyes out.
I keep thinking every day without my baby girl is a day closer to me being with her again.
Pammie

Thank you for your posting on the web. It inspired me to put my baby's picture here so that I know he will be forever somewhere.

We keep his picture and his story is unique like everyone elses. My other cat, Baby, attacked him. He bit him on the face five times causing him great pain. We did not find all these bites for a week. The scabs were what pointed us in the direction of the wounds.

In his last days, which we did not know were his last days, he taught us great lessons. He even forgave the cat who hurt him by cuddling with him the day before he died.

I feel horribly guilty about the whole scenario. I know Runt was 11 years old but that does not stop me from feeling like, had he not gotten injured then he would not have died even though I gave him CPR. It took him over three hours to die in my arms. I do not understand all this but maybe one day I will.

I am now past the tears, sometimes, but not because I do not care. He had a special blanket that we wrapped him in as he slept in the bed with us in those final days, everynight. We cannot bring ourselves to remove the blanket from the bed.

Runt kitty you will be forever in our hearts. Forever missed. My scaredy cat, happy paws kitty, enjoy God and all his bliss. Mommy and Daddy love you.

Love,
Runt Kitty's Mommy

You say keep busy, how's this I'm painting my house, outside and in...Your words are beautiful and hit my soul like a paw..Thank You

Thank you so much.My ferret Kismet left me the other day while I was at work and I didn't even know he was sick. He was playing happily that morning and I came home to get him out of his cage and he was dead. I just freaked out and took him to my vet and they said his spleen was extremely large and it looked like he may have had a tumor that ruptured. A month ago he wasn't feeling well so I took him in and his spleen was a little big then but they said sometimes that's common. He bounced back and has back to his normal self. It was such a shock to find him like that because I never would've dreamed that would ever happen. The vet said that there was nothing I could have done but I feel bad that I wasn't with him when he passsed. Ferrets are unique animals with a special love and it hurts so much.

I am so sorry for the loss of you Kismet.
It must hve been a real shock to come home & find him gone.
I hope you are feeling ok today, it's not easy whenever we lose our companions.
{{{HUGS}}} all the way from australia.
elaine

Thanks for your message. My sweet girl Dee (cat) is slowly declining and it breaks my heart to see her this way. I'm grateful she can still be at home with me and in her usual surroundings. Your Buddy looks like a sweety in his sleeping bag!
Barb

I'm not sure you're ever going to read this, but thanks for writing this. I helps a lot.

Hi Everyone-

I just lost my cat about a week and a half ago. I joined this forum to find other people who have similar emotions about losing a pet. Most of my friends and even my family don't seem to understand the depth of how horrible I feel. I got Scooter when I was 10 years old and he was with me for the past 15 years. I truly feel like I've lost a best friend. I think I'm still in denial. I feel like I'll be able to go home and he'll be there. It seems imaginable that I have to go on for the rest of my life without him. How do you learn to accept that? Because at this point I don't want to/know if I can.

I can't give you advice, but I am in a similar place. My little girl Dipity died and I still have her son with me. Vasco is still looking for her and is confused (it's only been 20days). I am trying to keep Vasco's schedule the same, but also to see if he needs alone time, although I am at work a lot: cats grieve tho. The worst part is that my crying upsets Vasco so I try to di that when he's not nearby.