What You Miss The Most About Your Deceased Pet?, Empty place without my pet Options

[mysacek]

My Mysak was very curious cat. He was the master of the domain, and he was checking constantly when something was new or moved around the house. He had to see content of every shopping bag, box, or luggage in the house. He will be watching me to change light bulb right under the ladder. He would squeeze by me while I was fixing plumbing so he can be right there and see what I was doing. Anything I was doing needed his “approval”. I miss his interest with my work around the house. I am realizing how much time we had spent together, and how he was constantly around me, so he could “participate” in the household. The place feels so empty without him.

[ryancat]

I can totally understand what you mean about your house seeming empty without your beloved kitty in it.I feel the exact same way as you do.My kitty Sox was with us for almost 17 years and we really got used to having him around.He too, always wanted to watch you do everything around the house.He would mooch for scraps while I was making dinner and doing any kind of cooking.I would always drop little pieces of cheddar cheese on the floor for him even tho my husband Rick told me not to give him people food.What I miss about him the most is him not greeting me at the backdoor when I came home from being out somewhere.I would see him thur the french door windows and he would meow but I wouldn't be able to hear it I'd just see his mouth open real wide! It was really funny.I also miss him alot at night when I'm sitting down to watch t.v.He would always crawl up on my lap (even tho he weighed 19 pounds until he got sick with diabetes) and watch a little t.v. with me.He is sorely missed in our house.......Most of all I just miss HIM!! Everything about him I miss but I know I will be with him again one day.He will be waiting for me on the rainbow bridge until it is my time to go to the other side.Rest well,my friend,and I will look forward to seeing you again one day.

[Shortrish]

I too miss everything about my Scooter. He used to sleep on my side every night. He would be there waiting for me to climb into bed so he could sleep on my side all night long. He used to wrap his legs around my arm so I could rub his belly. I miss this nightly routine so much. I miss his cuddles during any time of the day when he wanted his lovies. I miss his soft bunny like fur, and his funny little cat bark. He really didn't meow, and you couldn't hear him purr, you could feel him purr, but not hear him. I miss him waiting for me to get out of the shower each night. Faithfully, he would sit and wait for me to get out. When he was sure all was fine, he would go about his business. I hold him and his love in my heart every day.

Scootman, you are missed so much and will be forever loved and never forgotten

[Precious' mom]

I miss the feel and smell of Precious' fur, those gorgeous blue eyes, the way he used to curl up in his kitty cup and hang a back leg off the side and look SO comfy. I miss him sitting and waiting so patiently while &en was baking in the oven so he could have the first bite once it was done. I miss him sleeping on the pillow next to me at night and waking me up if I wasn't fast enough and he was hungry.
BUT...I still feel him and smell him, still receive signs (not every day but they're there) and think about him constantly. I know the upcoming holidays will be bittersweet this year; I will cope somehow!
Lisa

[Daisy's Mommy]

I understand exactly how you feel. I miss everything about Daisy, but I particularly miss her greeting me when I came home, her little tail wagging as fast as possible as she licked my face. Sometimes I would lay down, so she could climb all over me. Being a tiny dog, she enjoyed that. I miss her sleeping with me at night. I even miss her barking for food whenever I ate. (Training wasn't my strong point) I miss her seeing her beautiful, little terrier face.

Also, when Daisy was here, I felt safe, even though she was only 5 pounds, her spirit was as strong and fierce as the toughest pitbull, if she felt I was threatened. I miss that feeling of safety she gave me.

I cannot believe she is gone.

Daisy's Mommy

[Ken Albin]

This may sound strange but I don't miss anything about Daddy Cat. He is with me in spirit daily. I still remember all of the good times with him and the lessons he taught me about selflessness and caring. Any time I miss him all I have to do is think of him and he is there, rubbing his big head against me and purring loudly enough to be heard through the house. His essence will be with me always.

Ken Albin

[5catsmom]

With Magic, I'll always miss something my other cats were never really interested in or participated in - we would play hide-and-seek with each other. And of course she would always make sure I caught up with her so she could pretend to be mad at me and gum (not bite) my hands as I ruffled her fur. I will always see her looking at me with those golden eyes inviting me to come and play with her - a sort of combination of "I dare you and you'll never catch me anyway!" She also had a funny way of running with her tail crooked over her back when she scampered around the house with me in pursuit. It was such a tradition that my youngest son wrote an essay for school about the crazy games his mom and her cat played with each other.

With Groucho, I'll always remember him standing at the back door loudly calling me to come out and feed and/or play with him. He was my outside semi-feral cat who adored me and wouldn't tolerate any other cats or people. I still look outside at night and expect to see his little white face watching for me. Sometimes he wasn't even hungry - I remember one time when we sat (well, I stood) through a pouring thunderstorm under the eaves of the house. We just had a lovely silent time watching nature do its thing with such drama.

And there are so many other memories for me, as I'm sure there are for others. All of our loved ones had their own particular individual idiosyncracies (I think that's how it's spelled) which will remain with us forever, till we meet up with them again one day.

[Furkidlets' Mom]

My goodness....where to even start?
-Nissa's and my miiiiiiillllion kisses (like no mere human could ever duplicate!)!!!! And how simply gazing into her eyes deeply, looking at her soul, would put her right in the mood for those kisses! Her paws reaching for my cheek or neck, in order to draw me even CLOSER to those furry lips!
-her unique double-purr when kissing me - one, deep and far inside her; the other from high in her throat, all breathy and passionate, but both at the same time
-her "cheeky-rubs" against my own cheek at the end of some kisses....her absolute PASSIONFRUITISHNESS!
-feeling her soothing presence, plunked down so close to me, at night, every morning, her fur so plush yet satiny
-her "budgie-headed smell" on the crown of her head, mainly in warmer months
-her 'dusty' smell after a rolly-polly outside on bricks or concrete
-her 'fresh laundry' smell from being outside or in a sunbeam
-lap times on the couch, and attendant "sleep spells" she'd cast on me
-curled up beside my feet both mornings and evenings while I got ready for the day or bedtime
-being a Little Loudie around here, with her HUGE voice in such a wee, dainty body! Our thousands of conversations together.
-DOING for her: EVERYTHING...with food, drink, supplements, (not the meds, tho - ugh!), warming pillows, opening and closing doors, helping her with dozens of things (that became harder for her over the years), giving her Reiki and accupressure....just always being of service to her and her needs and desires.
-yelling at Daddy when he got home, to pester her (along with her false 'protests') and take her for a 'car' ride in her cardboard box, inside and out.
-playtime on her posts, and everywhere else; tossing toys, dragging 'snakes', MAKING new toys, filling her catnip "plaid guy", holding her honeysuckle log for her to rub, and on and on
-taking her for jaunts across to the tall grasses and riverbank
-watching her expertise in getting DOWN from trees on her own
-snoozing above the fridge in 'her' cupboard, on her pillow, in the colder months
-being our Busy Little Bee Girl, dragging 'snakes' all the way from the bsmnt overnight and proudly announcing her 'kill' so I'd get up and praise her
-chasing and catching mice outside and me being able to sing her her mousie song
-bringing the odd live mouse IN the house...and me having so spend an hour getting them out from under the couch again.
-her stances: flat-bum, slink run, otter girl, cat yoga poses, etc, etc.
-her incredibly expressive face, voice and tail
-simply BEING around her, with her, touching her, talking to her, feeling her soft, pink and fuzzy essence, sharing that love between us, so tangibly-felt, and so much more...basically filling my life with all things Nissa.
--AND, the opportunity to make even MORE memories.

And that's just Nissa! Sabin is missed every bit as much, for all his unique ways......I can't believe it's all physically over. And although I'm glad I have them, memories just aren't the same as the real deal.

[eclipse]

Each one of our precious babies was an individual with unique traits. I often refered to Valentina as my "little grey alarm clock", because at first light she would climb up on my chest, and gently tap my cheek with her paw until I opened my eyes. She loved to be petted, and the hair at the base of her tail would puff out like a bottle brush the more I petted her.

There are so many more things I miss about her, but those two just stand out.

[Simba's Daddy]

Simba really loved cat treats alot. He would come sit on my lap and let me pet him and I would give him one for that. Well after a couple of times he caught on so he would jump up on my lap, let me pet him for like 5 seconds, and jump back down and look at me like asking "ok, where is my treat?"

It was amazing how fast he would pick up on words like food, hungry, window, etc...

I would ask him if he wanted to look outside and right away he would run and jump onto the bay window and wait for me to open the windows so he could look out of them.

I would ask him if he was hungry he would run to his food bowl meowing and waiting for me to fill it.

If I asked him if he wanted a treat I better have one ready pretty quick.