klipsch
No more Room ≠ No more Cigars
With my surgery around the corner, my cats have been using my training equipment... :laugh:
Cats are so considerate...
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twizz
IITYWYBMAB
Yes, they are considerate. I've been a cat person since birth, and don't think I could live without one. Burying my cat of 18 years was one of the hardest things I ever did.
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Professional Poker Tournament Loser
They are funny at times hehe. Sorry to hear of your loss, twizz.
We have 4 cats. 2 girls and 2 boys. One we got from a rescue last year after one other we had died suddenly from a congential heart defect of some sort.
The new one is very forceful...he thinks he owns everything lol. He has to sleep curled up in my arm every night, and will cry when he wants just about anything....food, water, cleaned boxes, time to go to bed, go in the basement, etc.
Hes more of a dog than a cat lol.
We have 4 cats. 2 girls and 2 boys. One we got from a rescue last year after one other we had died suddenly from a congential heart defect of some sort.
The new one is very forceful...he thinks he owns everything lol. He has to sleep curled up in my arm every night, and will cry when he wants just about anything....food, water, cleaned boxes, time to go to bed, go in the basement, etc.
Hes more of a dog than a cat lol.
ggiese
Well-Known Member
I used to hate the little buggers when I was younger, but have grown quite attached to the ones my wife talked me into adopting.
Though - what really sucks is when the little buggers pass. We just lost a 1 year old cat to a massive heart attack recently. Had been to the doctor earlier on the day, wasn't looking good and wasn't looking bad (definitely not terminal) and ended up expended all nine of his lives later that evening. Was quite a shocker. Had everyone in the household down for the count...
Took him in the next day for a necropsy - the doctor found 3/4 of his heart bruised. No logical explanation, just a freak situation...
Love 'em while you can - they're only here for a short while!!! :thumbs:
Edited to add: Sorry, Twizz - didn't see your post. I feel for you, brother. We're supposed to pick up the ashes later this week. It was hard bringing him in for the necropsy, and it will be even harder picking up the ashes...
Though - what really sucks is when the little buggers pass. We just lost a 1 year old cat to a massive heart attack recently. Had been to the doctor earlier on the day, wasn't looking good and wasn't looking bad (definitely not terminal) and ended up expended all nine of his lives later that evening. Was quite a shocker. Had everyone in the household down for the count...
Took him in the next day for a necropsy - the doctor found 3/4 of his heart bruised. No logical explanation, just a freak situation...
Love 'em while you can - they're only here for a short while!!! :thumbs:
Edited to add: Sorry, Twizz - didn't see your post. I feel for you, brother. We're supposed to pick up the ashes later this week. It was hard bringing him in for the necropsy, and it will be even harder picking up the ashes...
klipsch
No more Room ≠ No more Cigars
twizz...
I can understand your loss. I had to have Joker put to sleep when he was 15 years old. He was cremated and I have his ashes on a shelf with some other items that hold dear memories for me as well. I've got health insurance for both of the cats I have now...one of which is Po (Popoki) in the pic above. I don't think that anybody should ever have to make a choice about whether a pet receives the medical attention they need or to euthanize based on a financial constraints.
I can understand your loss. I had to have Joker put to sleep when he was 15 years old. He was cremated and I have his ashes on a shelf with some other items that hold dear memories for me as well. I've got health insurance for both of the cats I have now...one of which is Po (Popoki) in the pic above. I don't think that anybody should ever have to make a choice about whether a pet receives the medical attention they need or to euthanize based on a financial constraints.
uptown_isy
The Man Uptown
I agree.... Our pets are members of our family and should be given the same medical attention (when needed) that one would expect for a member of the family. Sorry for your loss Twizz.
twizz
IITYWYBMAB
Thanks for all the kind words guys. I didn't mean to make the thread downtrodden, but it is like burying a family member. I can't imagine what its like having to deal with the death of such a young cat. Old ones you come to terms with, but those younger ones leave us too soon. Since we're telling some stories:
I was 7 years old, my grandparents (whom I grew up with; mom and I lived with them) were moving to Florida in January and I was pretty upset about it. Its Christmas Eve, about 8pm or so, and the four of us are sitting around the living room, drinking Wawa egg nog (before this pumpkin flavored garbage). Theres a knock on the door. My mom tells me to go get the door, and I figure its a random family member or neighbor coming to wish us well. I open the door.....and it's SANTA CLAUS!!! He's carrying a wrapped present, and instead of letting him in, I run back to the living room and scream 'SANTAS HERE!!!!'. Everyone tells me to let him in, so I do, and he greets me by name, and mom invites him to the living room and he sits down. He has me sit on his lap, we chat for a few minutes, and he tells me that he brought me a special present that just couldn't wait till morning. I open the present, and find a blue plastic box, and have no idea what it is. They all tell me to open it, and inside that box, is a beautiful six week old tortiseshell kitten. I spent all night trying to decide on a name, and before I went to bed, I decided to name her Holly, as its Christmas time, and our neighborhood is called 'Holly Hill'. I leave Santa a thank you note to tell him her name with the milk and cookies (and carrots for the reindeer), and go to bed for the night. That was the best Christmas ever, not just for Holly, but the next morning, I got my first computer as well.
Holly was always 'my' cat, and when my moms 8 year old cat didnt' get along with her, my mom gave her cat (who moved from California with her) to my uncle so I could have my kitten. She was a mean kitten to everyone else, and nobody ever liked her, but she was always sweet with me, and slept with me every night. Even in my teens, she would wiggle herself in between me and any female that happened to occupy my bed. Some say pets can't be real friends, but anytime I was feeling down, Holly would come up and give me kisses. She was always allowed only one lick of the tip of my nose, as it hurt like hell because her tongue was rougher 50-grit sandpaper.
When I moved out, I didn't take her with me as she had lived with her son (my mom's cat) for over 10 years, and I didn't think it was right to seperate them, but always loved to come visit her. When my daughter was 9 months old, I got a tiger striped, white footed & faced Hemmingway kitten from a friend, and have her to this day.
She was always healthy, had two litters before we had her fixed, and my mom has one of her sons to this day (he's not doing very well). When her time was getting close, we took her to the vet over a lump on her front leg, they did a little biopsy, and told us it was bone cancer, and there wasn't much we could do. My mom took excellent care of her until it was obvious that Holly was in a lot of pain, and one warm evening, in the middle of a thunderstorm, we took her to the family vet to meet her maker. That was the first time I had cried since the birth of my daughter over four years earlier, and I didn't stop for hours. I drove her home, wrapped in a towel on my lap, petting her head for the last time, and dug a hole in a garden in the backyard of the family house. My mom is an avid gardner, and has over 1200 square feet of gardens at her house. The little area where Holly is buried is the best performing spot ever since we laid her to rest, and theres a spot reserved for her son next to her.
This thread only caught my attention, as there is a kitten on the way home, as my mom took in a litter of feral kittens that weren't doing well outside at 10 days old. Shes fed and nursed them since, and those 5 little rug rats turned 4 weeks the other day, and my daughter has loved naming them and playing with them. She picked out a cow spotted one to bring home, aptly named 'Moo'. She comes home Saturday.
If anyone is in need, we do have two kittens who aren't spoken for, and will be ready for new homes in the next two weeks. We're outside the Philly area.
I was 7 years old, my grandparents (whom I grew up with; mom and I lived with them) were moving to Florida in January and I was pretty upset about it. Its Christmas Eve, about 8pm or so, and the four of us are sitting around the living room, drinking Wawa egg nog (before this pumpkin flavored garbage). Theres a knock on the door. My mom tells me to go get the door, and I figure its a random family member or neighbor coming to wish us well. I open the door.....and it's SANTA CLAUS!!! He's carrying a wrapped present, and instead of letting him in, I run back to the living room and scream 'SANTAS HERE!!!!'. Everyone tells me to let him in, so I do, and he greets me by name, and mom invites him to the living room and he sits down. He has me sit on his lap, we chat for a few minutes, and he tells me that he brought me a special present that just couldn't wait till morning. I open the present, and find a blue plastic box, and have no idea what it is. They all tell me to open it, and inside that box, is a beautiful six week old tortiseshell kitten. I spent all night trying to decide on a name, and before I went to bed, I decided to name her Holly, as its Christmas time, and our neighborhood is called 'Holly Hill'. I leave Santa a thank you note to tell him her name with the milk and cookies (and carrots for the reindeer), and go to bed for the night. That was the best Christmas ever, not just for Holly, but the next morning, I got my first computer as well.
Holly was always 'my' cat, and when my moms 8 year old cat didnt' get along with her, my mom gave her cat (who moved from California with her) to my uncle so I could have my kitten. She was a mean kitten to everyone else, and nobody ever liked her, but she was always sweet with me, and slept with me every night. Even in my teens, she would wiggle herself in between me and any female that happened to occupy my bed. Some say pets can't be real friends, but anytime I was feeling down, Holly would come up and give me kisses. She was always allowed only one lick of the tip of my nose, as it hurt like hell because her tongue was rougher 50-grit sandpaper.
When I moved out, I didn't take her with me as she had lived with her son (my mom's cat) for over 10 years, and I didn't think it was right to seperate them, but always loved to come visit her. When my daughter was 9 months old, I got a tiger striped, white footed & faced Hemmingway kitten from a friend, and have her to this day.
She was always healthy, had two litters before we had her fixed, and my mom has one of her sons to this day (he's not doing very well). When her time was getting close, we took her to the vet over a lump on her front leg, they did a little biopsy, and told us it was bone cancer, and there wasn't much we could do. My mom took excellent care of her until it was obvious that Holly was in a lot of pain, and one warm evening, in the middle of a thunderstorm, we took her to the family vet to meet her maker. That was the first time I had cried since the birth of my daughter over four years earlier, and I didn't stop for hours. I drove her home, wrapped in a towel on my lap, petting her head for the last time, and dug a hole in a garden in the backyard of the family house. My mom is an avid gardner, and has over 1200 square feet of gardens at her house. The little area where Holly is buried is the best performing spot ever since we laid her to rest, and theres a spot reserved for her son next to her.
This thread only caught my attention, as there is a kitten on the way home, as my mom took in a litter of feral kittens that weren't doing well outside at 10 days old. Shes fed and nursed them since, and those 5 little rug rats turned 4 weeks the other day, and my daughter has loved naming them and playing with them. She picked out a cow spotted one to bring home, aptly named 'Moo'. She comes home Saturday.
If anyone is in need, we do have two kittens who aren't spoken for, and will be ready for new homes in the next two weeks. We're outside the Philly area.