Losing pets

Sorry about the cat dude.

thanks. I haven't been able to say much. Things are not well at work either.

little Buddy was comfortable up to the end. I made sure of that.

I hope, at least, you´ll have luck with this girl from Ireland.
I don´t know what else say to you! This is the ######6 life!

The girl from Ireland is nothing really. I hear from her once a month or something. I barely know her.

Little Buddy was my only source of love and affection. Now I've lost that.

Parador wrote:Little Buddy was my only source of love and affection. Now I've lost that.

Yep...animals are one of the few things that you can trust to always be there. And that makes it so much harder to lose them . I'm sorry for your tragic loss. I hope ya pull through it okay.

Parador,
Please remember you did all you could for him. You made sure he was not suffering. It sounds like Buddy
was really lucky to have you as an owner/friend. You were his best cat friend he could ever have. It is a amazing feeling when a cat chooses you to love and befriend. You mourn as long as you need.

I dont know if you have ever lost a cat before? The first and second time I lost my pet cat I could not even say
their name for about a yr with out welling up in tears. I mean I loved my cat more than my mom or dad at that point in my life.

I have had to put every one of my cats down. and since the second one which suffered and my spouse wanted to be there, which when he got there, it totally freaked him out. He stood in the corner and didn't even touch her. But I was right there, talking softly to her in her ear, petting her head, kissing her as they put the med in
that made her go to sleep.

If it had been up to my husband he would have kept her till she died at the house.(she was in a coma, and could have laid there for up to a week in that coma before her heart gave out)

He thinks that I am a monster when it comes to putting a pet down. But I can not stand to see them suffer!!!!
Since I have been on this site, I have lost one more I kept her inside or on the deck and she lived 20yrs.
She was my best friend. I have tears in my eyes, for I love that cat with all my heart. I can't type, because I cant see.
((((((((Parador))))))))
love,
red

I understand you, Parador. When I haven´t got any social life, appart from college, and I was for 7 years at home in depression, I used to focuss all my love in the pets I have. I never bought these pets, they missed themselves or scaped from their owners and ended in my house or at my father´s café. But, I was at home most part of the time and I looked after them. They were my only source of happiness. Wow, animals are the best.
Think about the good moments you live with Buddy.
Do you feel like to share some of these moments with us?

I remember when I first got him how he ate a moth he trapped on the front step. And how he used to chase leaves being blown by the wind in the yard. How he used to come up on me for snuggles and how he would drool all over me. Not just a little drool - TONS of drool. I didn't mind. He loved me and I loved him. He wasn't playful in his last couple of years, but he was always affectionate. I loved it when I felt him come up to the top of the bed for a snuggle in the middle of the night. Sure, I could have used sleep, but snuggles were better. Even if I got home from Boston at 4 am and had to go to work at 8 I would take the time to snuggle before going to sleep. I remember how he came up and woke me about a year ago by rubbing his little face on my nose. That's quite a way to wake up in the morning. Another time a years ago when he would still drool a lot he stood over me while I was sleeping and drooled in my ear. I would give anything to have the little guy drool in my ear one more time.

Yes Red I made sure he was happy. He seemed fine last Friday. Then saturday he was restless. I went outside with him and let him wander around. I kept a close eye on him. He was too sick to go wandering off on his own. I gave him pepcid ac in case it was his stomach bothering him. But he was till restless on Sunday. So I took him to he hospital where they saw he was constpated. He got an enema and seemed to feel beter. He ws then able to get some good sleep. He was zonked until 10 pm. But when he got up he was really weak. He could hardly walk. I fed him by hand. I put food and water on my bed so he wouldn't have to go anywhere. He was still purring when I snuggled him. when I got home from work Monday night I saw thhe hadn't left my bed. He hadn't urinated either - a bad sign. I took him to the vet and the one on duty didn't seem to think there was much she could do. I told her I would talk to his regular vet who was going to be in Tuesday morning.

I took him home knowing it was almost certainly the last night we would have together. We snuggles and he ate a bit. he purred. The I took him in to talk to the vet. She was the one who had prescribed darbopoetin that we were using to treat his anemia. It cost me over $300 but we thought it might give him srength. It wasn't working well enough. He was so weak that he couldn't even urinate properly. She said she thought it was time. I said I thought so too. I cried a lot and she asked if I wanted to be there. There was no way I was leaving him. She gave him a sedative and left us to snuggle one last time. Then she came back and gave him the IV while one of the technitions and I petted him. It was very peaceful for him.

This is the second cat I've had to put to sleep. The first was 20 years ago after I got out of college. It was my cat that I had since I was a little kid and I was devastated. I handled it poorly. It was a very bad experience for her. She was not used to car rides and that traumatized her. My total emotional breakdown was not good either. I stayed with her but I could have comforted her more. I remember her falling over on the floor because she was having such a hard time breathing - she seemed to get upset when I broke down crying. I then just told the vet "do it" and he ran over to give her a shot. She just let out a gasp and was gone. It's a horrible memory for me.

I have lost other pets. My mother killed my dog one day when I was at school. It was really horrible coming home and hearing my psycho alcoholic mom laughing that she had killed the dog. Another really bad memory.

The first pets I lost were some cats. We had a cat when I was 6 or 7. She had kittens but didn't seem to know what to do with them. She ran away. That left us with 5 newborn kittens. My sister and I tried to feed them after we got home from school, but it wasn't enough. They died one by one. Every day we would come home to one more dead kitten. It's another one of my horrible memories. Too many bad memories.

I got his ashes back the other day. And a card from the people at the vets.

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