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Mar 24, 2011, 08:17 AM
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We Were Kittens Once, and Young
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com...g/?ref=opinion My Dog Days Are Over http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com...r/?ref=opinion
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Now if thou would'st When all have given him o'er From death to life Thou might'st him yet recover -- Michael Drayton 1562 - 1631 |
 lynn P., Rohag, Seshat, wing, Yoda
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Mar 25, 2011, 03:58 PM
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My thanks, but I couldn't read beyond the first few words.
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My dog  mastered the "fetch" command. He would communicate he wanted something, and I would fetch it.
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Mar 25, 2011, 04:18 PM
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(((Rohag)))
 - sorry you're hurting. It hasn't been too long since you lost Soul.
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Mar 25, 2011, 04:34 PM
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I guess it's something we all have to go through. I am not looking forward to it.
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Mar 29, 2011, 07:41 AM
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Here's a helpful technique for managing stress during difficult times: First, get one of those glass snow domes with a happy little snowman and an idylllic, peaceful winter scene....... Next, get a hammer..... "Slumps are like a soft bed. They're easy to get into and hard to get out of." Johnny Bench |
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Apr 06, 2011, 11:22 PM
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My cat has kidney trouble. He's not taking care of himself for the past 2 days. I couldn't be at home today, but later, in a couple of hours when I wake up, I'm going to pamper him first, then the other 2. I celebrate my cats' lives--I have a "shrine" to cats. My artwork is a tribute to cats and the joy that they've brought to me. Feel the grief, of course, but please choose to live! |
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#7
Apr 09, 2011, 05:33 PM
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i cant read this either. id get triggered.
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#8
Apr 09, 2011, 05:46 PM
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I know this may sound silly to some, but I kinda had a pet "spider" this little spider hung outside of my window and I would see her every day for the last 7 months. She was like a pet to me, I saw her die and I cried for hours. So I dearly know your pain my friend. (((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) to you.
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| abience, lynn P., wing
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Apr 19, 2011, 02:32 AM
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My child had gotten so much sicker. They did exploratory surgery on her Thursday, took 3 biopsies and inserted a feeding tube. I have a follow up with the vet today and hopefully some of the results should be back. I honestly think she is just staying now for me. She is so sick. The vet said the feeding tube should jump start her eating again and all, but she is so lethargic, is not interested in anything and doesn't even realize when she's been incontient. Something must have happened to her in surgery as well. My heart is just shattered into a thousand pieces. I know I have to take her off the tube and let her go, but this is killing me. How does one make it through this?
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Here's a helpful technique for managing stress during difficult times: First, get one of those glass snow domes with a happy little snowman and an idylllic, peaceful winter scene....... Next, get a hammer..... "Slumps are like a soft bed. They're easy to get into and hard to get out of." Johnny Bench |
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Apr 21, 2011, 08:09 AM
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I lost my best friend on March 1st. He was my 17 year old cat. He had so many health issues at the end. I rationally know it was his time to say goodbye. I do know that. But it doesn't diminish the fact that I'm still having a difficult time dealing with his loss. I miss him more than words can possibly describe.
He's one of the reasons why I sought out this website. I was lonely, sad and depressed while he was here; him leaving merely deepened my depression. When almost everyone else abandoned me, he was always there with his unconditional love. He saw me at my best, but also at my very worst: the days and nights crying alone, beating myself up over my problems, struggling with a drug addiction I had through most of my 40s. I've never had a better friend than him - human or animal - and somehow I sense I never will. I've been through a divorce, loss of a parent, loss of employment, loss of income, loss of friends - none of which hurt as much as losing my sweet best friend. A huge part of me is gone. I struggle mightily each day to fill this empty void. There's barely a moment when he doesn't enter my thoughts. I can cry thinking about his healthy days just about as much as the last few months, when the vets and I were trying so desperately at times to keep him alive. We really did our very best for him, right up to the end. Few people in my world understand my grief and pain. "C'mon, he was just a cat, get a grip!" Yeah. Okay. Right. Whatever. I have reached out to a group of truly beautiful people on a pet bereavement website. Their love and support has helped me cope as best I can. Pet lovers are truly amazing people. But still, I mourn. The frequency, intensity and duration of my crying has lessened, but not completely gone away. Nor do I expect it to any time soon. (I'm writing this post through my tears.) But my biggest issue by far right now is my inability to sleep in my bedroom. That's where we slept together. That's where I fed him and gave him his meds. And that's where the events of that final night, Feb 28th, took place; events that haunt me and sometimes feel too fresh in my mind. When I enter that room, I feel nothing but coldness. The memories there are still strong and quite often too much for me to bare. I can see him everywhere. So, I sleep on the couch and have been since he left. Unhealthy? Yes, of course. But I just can't get into "our" bed. Not yet. My one solace is that I know in my heart we'll be together again. I take comfort in knowing that right now, he's once again happy, healthy and whole; eagerly waiting for me at The Rainbow Bridge. I also know he wants me to be happy and that it somehow pains him to see me so sad. But I'll get past this grief and the happy memories will replace my sadness - someday. My sincere thoughts and prayers go out to all of those dealing with a sick pet or mourning the loss of one who's now gone. Trust me, I've been down each path and I truly know your pain all too well. It's not easy because it's not supposed to be easy. We're very special in that we can feel so deeply for our pets. Please hang in there. It will get better. |
| abience, wing
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Apr 21, 2011, 09:48 AM
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Apr 21, 2011, 10:56 AM
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And perhaps some day I will adopt again. In fact, my vet tells me that I absolutely should! But her and I both know that I'm just not ready yet. |
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Apr 22, 2011, 02:18 PM
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Thank you all for helping me grieve. I haven't said anything on the forum about losing Gracie, and it helps to know others understand. It has been so hard without her. I am alone most of the time and she was my constant companion. I still look for her because she was always by my side. When I see pictures of dogs posted here, it helps remind me what wonderful friends they are and what she felt like to my touch, and the look in her eyes.
I had her for 14 years. She was a rescue, near death, and never forgot what we did for her. We gave her the best home a dog could have. She had acres to "guard" yet welcomed everyone who passed our gate. The kids would "ride" her like a horse when they were small, and she was patient and loving toward them. She suffered towards the end, and I couldn't bring myself to put her down. Finally I couldn't deny any longer that the look in her eyes was asking me to please let her go. That day she walked in the vet's office without a fight and went to sleep peacefully. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. |
| abience, pachyderm, SadNJNY
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#14
Apr 22, 2011, 11:03 PM
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Tuffy is still hanging on, but even so, it's going to be a while before I can read this.
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