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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 15 Joined: 27-April 10 From: Pittsfield Ma Member No.: 6,466 ![]() |
I am Tina,
I was fortunate enough to speng 8 short years with my best pal BooBear. The very first night I took him home, (he had been abbandoned on a vets door) he fell right to sleep on my chest. Anytime I was upset he was there. He would greet me at the door everyday. He had to be put to sleep. He had diabetes for one but lost control of his bowels and bladder so I believe there was more they had not found. The last day he kept hidding under the sofa something he would never do....just to nosey. When I would hold he he would latch on like he was off balance. I went to brush he with the softest brush and even that seemed to cause him pain. I made the decision but I can't sto[ second guessing myself and I can't stop crying. I come home to an empty house and an even emptier heart. I never thought it could hurt this much. I used yo yell him we would grow old together. That didn't happen and now it is just so hard. I was glad when I found this site, even though my family grieves with me they really can't feel the everyday loss. Thanks for letting me pour out my heart...I don't know what else to do with it.
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![]() Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 604 Joined: 16-March 08 From: Massachusetts Member No.: 4,585 ![]() |
We are going through the same at the moment. Murphy, a look-alike to yours, is dying.
I have a thread on here about my Cat-wife Miles, who I lost over two years ago. The only thing that helped me is on the New Beginnings thread, about Iggy (Ignatius The Great.) We have a short-circuited Love Surplus that has nowhere to go, and it seems to intensify the loss beyond being bearable. The emptiness makes it worse. If Iggy had not found me, I do not know what would have happened to me. I didn't want to live. Our best friends have no knowledge of their own mortality. They live in an innocent present every day. To me, a new friend was a clown, therapist, and comforter, and I began to be able to enjoy the memories of the special relationship Miles and I had. None of our friends can ever be coldly "replaced", and like many of us, I am infuriated when people causally say, 'just get another one..it's just an animal." My response to that. spoken or not, is 'i do not want to know you any more." So that is not what I am saying. What I am saying is Gibran's "A friend is your needs answered". -------------------- Miles, my friend and Cat-Wife. 3-11-2008
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 15 Joined: 27-April 10 From: Pittsfield Ma Member No.: 6,466 ![]() |
We are going through the same at the moment. Murphy, a look-alike to yours, is dying. I have a thread on here about my Cat-wife Miles, who I lost over two years ago. The only thing that helped me is on the New Beginnings thread, about Iggy (Ignatius The Great.) We have a short-circuited Love Surplus that has nowhere to go, and it seems to intensify the loss beyond being bearable. The emptiness makes it worse. If Iggy had not found me, I do not know what would have happened to me. I didn't want to live. Our best friends have no knowledge of their own mortality. They live in an innocent present every day. To me, a new friend was a clown, therapist, and comforter, and I began to be able to enjoy the memories of the special relationship Miles and I had. None of our friends can ever be coldly "replaced", and like many of us, I am infuriated when people causally say, 'just get another one..it's just an animal." My response to that. spoken or not, is 'i do not want to know you any more." So that is not what I am saying. What I am saying is Gibran's "A friend is your needs answered". Dear Jon, Sorry to hear what you are going through. I am not ready for another friend just yet. I know in the future there will be one but this cat my look-alike BooBear was so intune with me, he would greet me at the door everytime I came home. He had me so very well trained, the first thing I did in the morning was to get his breakfast, and before I would leave for work I had to make sure the shade was up on his window seat. I was never as attached to someone as much as I was attached to BooBear. I had husbands that did not mean as much as my BooBear. When I cry a little less I will consider a new furbaby...My prayers are with you in this horrible time. Take care Tina |
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