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Peanut Butter Cup

[12 Dec 2007|07:16pm]

[ **mood** | sad ] I don't know what to do. My family dog, Reeses Peanut Butter Cup (Reese for short) has cancer. Today the vet told us she has at the most three weeks to live, but he says it's probably only a week. I don't...I can't...I dunno. I mean, she's only 6! There's also no cure, even if we had caught it earlier she still is going to die.She...she's the smartest dog I've ever known (She's a cocker spaniel). The pet trainer said that he had never seen a dog with so much intelligence in her eye. It's like she's aware of what you're saying. We've taught her at least 15 tricks continuously over the years, and she's had two litters. The funnest trick is when you hold up your hand in a fake gun, point it at her and say "Bang!!!" and she'll roll over on her back and play dead. Now she is going to be dead.Sorry if I'm depressing, I just thought that we'd have like ten more years with her instead of ten days.I'm crying too much so I'm just going to end it here.I love you Reese.

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[21 Oct 2007|09:31pm]

Yesterday I had to put my dog to sleep. My best friend.He was like my baby. I grew up with him. I'm a diagnosed clinical depressive and throughout my sickness he was the only one who was always, ALWAYS there for me. When I didn't know what else to do and had nobody else I could always go up to my big furball and cuddle with him and pet him for as long as I needed. Now I'm stuck with the depression I've been dealing with my whole life and now the added sadness from his death, with nobody to go to for it. I don't know what to do. It feels like somebody ripped out my heart. I can't stop crying, I can't eat, I'm getting headaches again, my stomach is cramped up, I can't sleep, my friends avoid me because they don't want to deal with it, and school and work are going to be unbearable.I can't do this. I don't want to do this.

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smokey: british cat

[23 Feb 2007|01:37pm]

my cat was the greatest: he passed away in June 2006my friends always say he looked like if he could talk he would he would have a british accenthe was the sweetest cat:20lbs of furriness-- he would come up to anyone who came into our house at rub up agenst them -he would try to purr but was too fat and a groaning sound would come out- when I was 19 we got a tabby and Smokey hated having to share the attention with a little cat- they eventully got along and the tabby would sniff Smokey's ass and Smokey would turn around and bite him-He was a persian cat so he always looked mad---what I liked best about my Cat was that even though he was the sweetest, people were afried of him, strangers who came into our house made fun of him,and said he looked funny.He was like a cat version of me, and he would have to be in the middle of things, when I was doing my homework, he had to sit on it, and when we ate he had to grab the food with his paw, and walk off, and eat it, no matter what it was.When I was 18 I moved out of the house for the first time into a group home, than at 19 I moved back home with my mom and 2 cats. At 20 I moved back into a group home, and moved around from group home to group home. Later that year my mom moved into a diffrent apartment, when she got remarried when I was 24 and I moved into my own place I saw less of my cat--- he was getting older and loss so much waight- he had health problems, I told myself than when I was better finelly than he would know it and pass away,In june of Last year my mom saw that he was sick on the floor and they put him downI was sad, but he was oldI miss himHe saw me through 16 years of what I hide from others Smokey- may 1990- June 2006

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[29 Nov 2006|11:26pm]

[ **mood** | sad ] im new to this but i just wanted to get this off my chest...im sitting here right now holding my pet Rat, and waiting for her to pass away in my arms...shes got a lump on the inside of her left hind leg, which the vet said was a tumor...i didnt have the money to get it removed, so the vet said to just keep her comfortable and let her live her life out...she's almost 3yrs old, and i know that that is very good for a rat, but i still cant help but get upset thinking about her dying...she is the first rat that i have ever owned, and she is my baby...she started to get really bad yesterday morning, and we thought that she was going to die yesterday, but my baby has kept pushing through it...i finally got her to drink some water out of a syringe today, and she acted a little better, but shes still not doing very well..the only thing im doing now is keeping her comfortable until she goes....shes lost just about all control of her arms and legs, and kind of drags herself around her cage..shes not eating (she tried earlier today but had no success at it)..but she did act like she wanted some water..drank quite eagerly as a matter of fact..so i've been keeping her hydrated...i am surprised she has lasted this long..i guess she has a will to live...part of me is being selfish and am glad that she is trying to push through it and survive..but the other part of me is wanting so bad for her to give up and pass on and stop making herself suffer...i've made the decision that if she makes it through tonight and continues trying to push through tomorrow that im going to take matters into my own hands and go have her euthanized...shes notgoing to get any better, even with my watering and trying to feed her, and i cant stand to see my baby suffering like she is....im just hoping that she will pass away at home in her cage, comfy in her little house, instead of dying by a cold needle inside of her........

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Another Stage of Grief

[19 Aug 2006|07:28am]

[ **mood** | sad ] It's been five weeks since I lost Fuzzy Stone. I adopted a kitten a couple of weeks ago, and he is a wonderful distraction. I can honestly see him growing into the brand new love of my life. He is so playful and affectionate. But as he sleeps on my chest and purrs away, I pet him and the tears roll down my face because I miss Fuzzy Stone and also Busto Jones, who died last year. The hunt for the perfect kitten as well as his homecoming and all that it entailed has distracted me from grieving, but grief will out. Even though Iggy is a wonderful kitty, I find myself scanning the Petfinder site every day, wanting to bring home a second cat. Yesterday it finally hit me that I what I'm really trying to do is fill the hole that Fuzzy Stone and Busto Jones left in my heart. Even the perfect kitty will never do that.I do want to get a second cat, but maybe the time isn't quite right. I could fill the house with kitties, but it still wouldn't bring back my beloved old friends. I just have to work through this next stage of grief.

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Even the Earth is Weeping

[15 Jul 2006|07:20am]

[ **mood** | sad ] It is a gray and gloomy day outside already, with fog hovering around and a mist soaking the ground. But that's nothing compared to what's going on inside.Today I will take my 19-year-old baby, Fuzzy Stone, and put him to rest. Just a few days ago he was hopping up on my bed for a cuddle and now he's hiding underneath looking like a poor sad sack. I took him to the vet because he wasn't eating his prescription food and when I tried to feed him regular food, he couldn't keep it down. When the results of his blood test came back, the vet told me that his kidney failure was severe and that I had to consider his quality of life. Her words were, "I wouldn't talk you out of euthanasia." It is so difficult to make the right decision for our pets. They need us to be strong when we are truly at our weakest. Fuzzy has gone downhill quickly in the last two days. This morning he let me lift him up onto the bed and he sat here looking at me so sadly, almost as if to say, "It's time to let me go, Mommy."Last year I had to say goodbye to Busto Jones. Fuzzy was my comfort and my love in the grief I experienced then. But there is no one left to comfort me over this loss. I thought of getting a second cat when Busto went, but I knew it would upset the Fuzz, since he is very shy. So when I say goodbye to him, I will be alone. I will need some time to grieve before filling the house with little guys again. My two "best boys" have filled my life with joy for the past 21 years and losing them makes a hole in my heart that will be impossible to fill. Rest in peace, Fuzzy Stone - 1987 - 2006

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[20 Jun 2006|10:30pm]

[ **mood** | depressed ] I just had to let my precious kitty, Roxy, go on Monday. It was the hardest thing I had to do in my whole life. It all came on suddenly. My mom woke me up around 5:30am and said there was something wrong with Roxy. I found her laying at my door. She was hacking, her breathing was irregular and there was blood coming from her nose. I freaked out. I didn't know what to do. I called my vet, who thankfully is the father of one of my friends, and he said he would meet me at the clinic at 8:15am. So I waited it out until then and took Roxy to the clinic. After the first examination he told me that she could possibly have a brain tumor but he wasn't sure. I couldn't believe my ears and it was then that he told me there was 3 options. One was to give her medication and see if the symptoms went away. Two was to do a whole bunch of tests (which I couldn't afford) and the third option was to put her down. That was when the tears started to flow. I didn't know what to do. What if the medications didn't work, we'd be back to the other 2 options.Thankfully my mom came with me and after much discussion and tears we decided what the best thing to do was to let Roxy go. I haven't felt good since, though I know it will take some time. She would have been 11 this week. I am thankful for the time I had with her and I won't ever forget her.

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[12 Jun 2006|01:58am]

[ **mood** | melancholy ] i just have to add something cos i am new to lj but this place made me moved to tears.. it's so hard losing animals.. i have had animals die which has actually effected me more than the death of some human friends.. first story though is my Bow dog, the best dog in the world.. it wasn't even me being biased and saying that he was the best dog in the world, EVERYONE said it.. he was amazing.. little part staffie gorgeous boy and i think also a little bit dingo, mainly round his toes. he was originally my friends dog, i knew him since i was about 14, but when i was about 20, my friend, she was having a baby and had a couple of other dogs and stuff and couldn't really give him he attention he deserved, he was already about 11 and she was even contemplating getting him put down, although i think she only said that so i'd take him.. so my partner and i ended up with him, and got some years of such joy out of him, he was so smart and so well behaved, but also real quirky, we would go swimming in the river and he would dive underwater and pick up rocks off the bottom, he loved to chase magpies and eat garbage.. every garbage night he would vanish for a few hours and then come back all fat and stinky and pleased with himself.. he was getting older and i think going a little deaf and a wee bit senile, starting to get arthritis and had some pretty bad flea allergies and stuff, and then when he was about 15 or so, my sister was looking after him, cos we had just relocated to a new town and hadn't gotten a new place to keep him yet and she called me, they had found him, he'd been hit by a car when he was out on a garbage run, dear old guy at least he died doing what he loved.of course i was devestated, blamed myself etc.. but i have now come to terms with it a bit more (it has been about 6 years) and in certain ways it was a good thing, he was such a champion and an athlete, he wasn't liking slowing down and his mind not being so sharp.. and also selfishly, i'm happy that i didn't have to make the descision to put him down, because it would have torn me apart, of course you want to keep them around.. but not if they are in pain.. i have his collar still.. it hurts to look at photos still.. i know i can't get another dog in a long time, maybe ever, cos he really was the best dog in the world and you just can't top that.. for months i thought i could see him out of the corner of my eye following me like a gaurdian shadow.. i like to think he is..well this has actually been really hard to write.. i may have to write my next one another time.. Henery... my horse... bye bye bowie.. hope you're happy in that place where good dogs go, you gave so much joy to so many.. i love you big dog.. can't beileve im crying writing this and it's so many years later.. proves what a special dog he was.. you'll always be a big part of my life..

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[28 Dec 2005|10:05pm]

[ **mood** | depressed ] its been about 3 whole days without my baby, and it seems to be getting slightly easier. im ready to go back to school so that i dont have to deal with being here. i was home for the first time today by myself. its hard because i had peaches since i was in second or third grade and i was never home alone then. so today was the first. honestly i am not a fan of it. every once in a while though, i think i see her out of the corner of my eye, and ill look and its just my slippers, or i think ill hear her snoring or breathing or jumping off her chair. its wierd. i still feel like she is here. we loved her so much and i cant imagine her not being here. i still feel like she is going to come home from the vet any minute now, and when i walk in the door, she will be there to greet me. its so hard. my aunt sent us a "loss of pet" card today as well as the pet emergency place. they both made me cry. but i think its good to let it all out. on a more positive note, i decided to make my baby a scrapbook. and when im finished i plan on giving it to my family so that we can all look at it years to come and then i can show my children and so forth the book about my dog. and how f-ing wonderful she was. she was such a quirky little thing. only eating lettuce with dressing and toast with butter and flavored water. oye. i dont think i will ever forget her, and knowing her, shes going to keep doing things around the house and making noises to make sure we dont forget her. oye. i miss her so much.

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New to the community and would like to share my story

[28 Dec 2005|07:41pm]

I just lost my belived MazzyStar on December 11. She was only 3 years old and was a staffordshire bull terrier/dachshund mix. My husband ans I made a stupid mistake and I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. What happened was we had all 5 of our dogs playing in the back yard. He wanted to run to the grocery store to get something for dinner. We ALWAYS bring the dogs in and his male dog would get crated when we weren't home but they were having so much fun we thought they'd be fine for 20 minutes. Wrong! We got back and my neighbor was frantically yelling at me. I got out of the car and she said you need to go check on your little black dog. The male dog hurt her leg and she's hiding in the doghouse. I thought oh no big deal. She goes in the doghouse to pout sometimes. I go running back there and there is blood everywhere. I called to Mazzy and no response. I ran to the doghouse and looked in and she was just lying there. I ripped off the top to get to her and she had been ripped apart on the stomach but she was still alive. I yelled at my husband to get a blanket and that we had to go to animal emergency. He took the male dog inside to crate him and let everyone else in. I just knew this was not going to be a good outcome. We tried the humane society which was 10 minutes away but they had closed already cause it was sunday so the 24 hour place was like a 30 minute drive but I think we got there in 15 with him driving 100mph down the highway. I knew she had died in my arms on the way there. I had been with my mom's dog when she died and Mazzy's eyes looked the same and I just knew... We get there and noone is at the desk. Finally one of the other people in the waiting room find a buzzer for me and we get helped. They said they would try cpr on her. A few minutes later they came back out and told me she had been dead for at least 20 minutes so there was nothing they could do. I was devastated. This was my favorite dog out of the bunch. She and I had this special bond that I had never had with any other animal.Now she's dead and it's my fault. The guilt is unbearable. I feel like I killed my child.To make matters worse, my husband's dog is no longer with us either. He found that dog when he was about 6 months old over the summer. The puppy was wandering around at his work. HE was emaciated and had cigarette burns in his face. His boss was going to have animal control pick him up but I told him it was ok to bring him home cause I knew he wanted him. Noone ever claimed the dog so we got all his shots and had him neutered. He was a very sweet dog. He got along well with the other dogs and us. He learned the basic obedience commands and was just a great dog-til THAT day. My neighbors told us what happened and there was nothing they could do. You just can't pry a pit off that's fighting. Mazzy being part staffie herself I'm sure didn't help. He outweighed her by a good 30lbs. Since it was my hubby's dog, he made the decision to put the dog down. Of course I was the one who had to actually go take him. It was horrible. We take in this poor stray puppy and he kills my favorite dog. I NEVER thought I would have to put a dog down for something like this. Honestly I don't feel I did the right thing. I feel the dog paid for our mistakes-both dogs. On the other hand, the dog could've mauled a kid or one of us. We didn't know his background and he'd apparently been abused. I just don't know. I feel so guilty and so sad. My husband has so much hate towards that dog but I don't. He was just doing what he was bred to do. We should've have had 2 dogs of such similar breeds. Nothing I can do can ever bring Mazzy back or replace her. I love and miss her so much. I had her cremated and just got the ashes back before xmas. Now I just have to find a nice urn or wood box for her. Sorry this was so long. Thanks for listening.

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[25 Dec 2005|11:28pm]

hi. my dog, peaches, died today. we thought she was going to die last night, but we took her to the dog emergency room place in my town and they said she was dehydrated. she was shaking so bad it looked like she was running, but she was laying down. and she was foaming at the mouth and her head was moving in circles. once they got her to walk around, they gave her a shot to keep her hydrated and then she was walking into walls and extreemly disoriented. the people said to take her home and just keep an eye on her. she slept fine last night and then this morning, she was her normal quirky self. she was eating again and drinking, (only flavored water, i might add) and so we thought she would be fine for a few more months. she is 16 by the way. so we went down to my grandfathers house for christmas and had planned to leave early. the whole day, i could tell something was wrong and i felt horrible. my sister and father insisted that she was fine and that we could stay an extra hour. when we got home, my mom went in first and found her dead on the floor.there was a puddle of foamish stuff and she was cold and stiff and heavy. she had only been 14 pounds. but now, we could barely lift her. my dad and mom cleaned up the mess and put her in a box wraped around a towel and her new christmas sweater. they put her in the garage and plan on getting her cremated tomorow. im devistated and i dont know what to do with myself. i just feel so...lost. heres my baby...

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[26 Nov 2005|12:13pm]

Jinxy, how to describe Jinxy...well for starters he was by far the most interesting cat I've ever had the privilege of knowing.I only had him for 2 and 1/2 years but I got him when he was no bigger then my hand.He was born in a barn and was not socialzed what so ever. He hated people.I let him have his time and just left him alone. One day when I was watching a movie he just crawled up on my chest and started purring.He was at my side ever since.He absolutely adored everyone and everyone loved him.But he loved my other cat, Jezebelle, more then anyone, even though she had an obsession with sucking on his ears. He watched out for her, almost parented her. They used to fall asleep together on the chair in the living room everynight. It was so cute.My room mate told me that 15 minutes before I was supposed to come home from work Jinx would wait by the door and wouldn't move until I was there. Then he'd jump up on the table near the door, make me pet him and start talking up a storm. Yes, Jinx talked. Obvioulsy not like us but if you talked to him he'd respond.I miss that.For the 1st 2 years of Jinx's life he was very healthy. Shortly after his 2nd birthday I began to notice changes in his behavior. He wasn't as active and didn't eat as much.I brought him to the vet and found at that he had liver problems that would possibly eventually lead to liver failure. They gave me antibiotics to stop the infection and I thought that he was fine.About 2 months later, Jinx's health took a turn for the worst.He got very sick, very quick. It was literally within a day. When I woke up in the morning he was fine. When I got home from work he could barely move.It was so sad seeing him in so much pain.I immediately rushed him to the emergency animal hospital where within a 1/2 an hour of being there they informed me that the best option for Jinxy was to have him put down.I said my goodbyes and Jinxy was gone.It's been a little over a month now and Jezebelle still searches around the house for him. She seems so lonely and depressed it's so sad.I think I'm going to have to get another cat but a part of me doesn't want to.No cat would ever be able to replace Jinx for either of us.We'll always miss him. ( Read more...Collapse )

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[10 Nov 2005|06:05pm]

[ mood | devastated ] Yesterday my cat Brandy was euthanized. He was 15 or 16 years old. I'm 17. I could not go to school today. I am constantly crying, and I read that Rainbow Bridge poem and it broke my heart. I contacted a pet cemetery nearby. It is expensive, but my dad says the cat deserves it. My dad is right. I love my cat so much. It hurts, I am so depressed.Here is a picture of Brandy, one of the few that I have because my computer crashed with the rest of them. What horrible luck. And here is the story, I copied it from my livejournal and am putting it under a cut. ( the sad storyCollapse )

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[07 Sep 2005|09:37pm]

Dogs wait for their owners to return as they sit on top of a flooded car in New Orleans on Monday.Thousands of animals stranded by Hurricane Katrina depend on the efforts of animal search and rescue teams. (AP Photo/Dave Martin)Just a little reminder to everyone that when it comes to hurricane relief, some victims have more that two legs.If you can, please donate to [The ASPCA Disaster Fund] or [The Humane Society of The United States]crossposted everywhere

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[28 Jul 2005|07:35pm]

This afternoon, after 2pm, I arrived home and when I got out of the car, realised I had run over Holly. Fragile, tiny little Holly. Beautiful, big hearted, adorable Holly. She died in Roys' arms barely a minute later. I'm so absolutely inconsolable and am struggling to deal with the reality and finality of this. We buried her in the garden underneath the bedroom window with her favourite toy - a bright pink plush bird puppet with a squeaker in it's mouth. She loved to bite down and make it sqwark. I have never had something like this happen before. It may sound overly dramatic, but I feel like a murderer. What a beautiful little girl she was. Thank you to everyone who commented on the pictures of her. I used to tell her what everyone said. I'm sure she's in heaven chasing cats and barking until her hearts content.Holly :- 26.04.2005 - 28.07.2005 (In our hearts :- 05.07.2005 until forever)

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	[15 Jul 2005|11:45am]
[ mood** | sad ] I just found this community and needed to post...My mom and I just put our 18 year old cat, Gizmo, to sleep yesterday afternoon. We got her when I was 4, and as long as I can remember she's been in our family. I miss her SOOOOO much right now, but I know in my heart we made the right decision.( My sweet girlCollapse )**I could really use a hug right now...~Kelley

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i miss him soo much :(	[02 Jul 2005|04:05pm]
[ **mood** | sad ] here is a picture of my poor little sylvester. i lost him a little over a year ago. i still have a cat but we both miss him so much. he was my beautiful beautiful man. i have posted pictures of my other cat and my dog, i just wanted him to be here too.and sorry about the poor quality picture, i wish i had a better one to share.

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Five Weeks Today

[01 Jul 2005|08:02pm]

[ **mood** | depressed ] It is so hard for me to think about my beloved cat, Bustopher Jones, without crying. He lived with me for 20 years and I have been without him for five long weeks. Sometimes I think I am doing well. And then I'll see his picture or remember the way he would jump on my chest for a cuddle and I don't think I can bear the pain. Weekends are always the hardest because that's when he would jump into bed with me and purr and demand some "belly scritches." He was such a huge part of my life for so many years and I miss him every day. I planted a garden where I planned to bury his ashes on the 5th of July, but as the day grows closer, I know that I won't be able to part with the little box that holds his remains. Tonight I brought it into my room and put it on the dresser, then placed a sweet picture of him on top. It's a meager substitute for a guy who brought me so much joy for so many years. I have another cat who is 18, and he has been a great comfort, but no one is like my Busto. I got him the day after I moved into my very first house and he was my "Best Boy" for 20 years. That's longer than a lot of marriages last... Cats ask so little of us and they give so much in return. I wouldn't trade a minute of those 20 years with my little guy to take away the pain I feel now. I'm grateful for this community that gives all of us a chance to share our pain and the memories of our joy.Thanks for listening.

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[25 Apr 2005|10:35pm]

[ **mood** | sorry ] thank you very much for the person who has created this site.i need a place like this.thanks.I'm new and i'd like to introduce myself and write about why im here.my name is sarah and im 15 years old.my dog Missy was put down 3 years ago.i love her with all my heart, i had her since i was born.it was very hard for me to deal with and i have never really told anybody howi feel.i have a pillow case full of her toys and i looked at them for the first time since she died a week ago.its very hard for me to describe how i feel.but i feel like it all my fault.like i cauld have helped her.i cant describe how much i love her and what i felt when she was put to sleep. wanted to write a bit of what happened , but its hard to write it all.soo ill finish now.sorry if i have bothered anybody, and thank you if you have read this

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Missing my babies...

[20 Apr 2005|09:45pm]

[ **mood** | crappy ] Yesterday was my one dogs birthday and tomorrow is two years since she had to be put to sleep, I miss her. Her cute little face. Then coming on the 26th is MY puppy's birthday, and she had to be put to sleep last July. I have really been missing them both, mine a bit more because we were closer. It is hard, I wish they were still here. I want to smell their sweet fur one more time.

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[15 Feb 2005|08:12am]

[ mood** | sad ] We had to put my cat, Max, to sleep February 6th. The week before we found out that he had cancer. He'd stopped eating and wouldn't let us pick him up anymore because it was painful. Still, even though it hurt, he'd stay close to me or whoever was home at the time. The week before that when I'd been sick he stayed next to me the whole day. We got him at the local Humane Society about eleven years ago. He picked me, and he wouldn't let me go away from his cage until we'd adopted him. Over time, we became best friends, and he'd talk to me and follow me around to make sure that I was okay. He liked to cuddle and sleep in the sun in my parents' room.Now that he's gone, it feels like there's a big hole that nothing can ever fill. I know eventually it won't hurt as much, but that's hard to keep in mind right now.( a picture of Max, and a picture of Max and meCollapse )**

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Dude

[05 Feb 2005|02:36pm]

Dude came into my life in July, 1990. He was born in March, 1990. As he grew older, he came down with diabetes, liver disease, bladder stones and a heart murmur. My whole life revolved around him... not just with all the medicines I gave him, or the food I cooked for him, but that he was my baby. I lost him January 31, 2005 at 6pm. He was dying when his 6pm insulin reminder alarm was going off. I miss him so much. I regret every time I DIDN'T pet him or kiss him or hold him. The only thing that keeps me going is the belief that we will be reunited someday.March, 1990 - January 31, 2005

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[27 Jan 2005|05:09pm]

On June 3rd 2003, we adopted a beautiful little kitty. Some names were mulled over, from Rocky to Blaze to Pudgy. Finally I decided to call him Kitty, though my parents deemed him Baby. A couple of days after we had him, he got sick and we brought him to the vets. We found out he had feline leukemia, and we were crushed. The vet actually wanted him to be put to sleep, but we wanted to try to get him better. Miraculously, the medicine worked, and Kitty was a vibrant energetic chubby cat. He would run to my door every morning, would constantly purr, loved drinking water from the sink, and was always happy for me to hold him on my shoulder. Kitty started acting sick in December, and after numerous medications and vet visits, we realized nothing was working. Kitty wasn't himself - he just layed around, didn't want to eat, and wouldn't purr.On Tuesday Kitty was put into a more peaceful place. I stayed with him while he drifted off, petting his head, kissing him, and telling him I love him and I'll miss him. Kitty was gone within a minute, but the impression he left on me will last a lifetime.This morning I believe Kitty visited me, I heard some familiar thumps that he made by jumping off the counter and playing with the cupboard. My other cat was in my room with me and no one else was up. Has anyone else ever had similar instances? I miss him so much. :(( R.I.P. KittyCollapse )

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Rest In Peace Willy The Chinchilla

[17 Jan 2005|07:27pm]

[ **mood** | depressed ] My husband's and my pet, Willy, our chinchilla, died yesterday. We buried her last night. I don't understand it...it's so hard. One minute she was alive, the next she was dead. There wasn't even a warning. She wasn't sick or hurt or anything. She just...died. I don't understand it. I miss her so much. I wish she were alive. I don't know how to handle this; it's hurting so bad. :(She was beautiful, loving, and caring. She was so full of life and happiness. My husband had a huge affinity with her and she always made him feel better when he and I had a fight. He's hurting so much more than I am...he loved her so much. So did I.R.I.P.Willy The Chinchilla

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ummm....	[21 Dec 2004|07:52am]
[ **mood** | contemplative ] when do you know it's the right time to put a cat down? my cat can barely walk without falling over and her right eye is sinking in. she doesnt use a litterbox anymore. she doesn't act like she's sad about any of it and she's real clingy on me like always. i don't know what to do. please help me with some advice.

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[20 Dec 2004|10:37pm]

[ **mood** | pleased ] I posted back at the beginning of November about my beloved Jonah passing away. I cried almost every day for a month about losing him. The pain seemed unbearable. Then one day a couple weeks ago, my mom called me and said she had a new cat for me! She said she thought I needed him. Meet Bailey. He is a great, loving cat with many of Jonah's qualities and a few extras (like nursing on blankets). He's a riot!I still miss Jonah and no cat will replace him, but I'm slowly moving on...X-posted

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[09 Dec 2004|07:52pm]

[ **mood** | depressed ] **[December 8, 2004

9:48pm]**I found out today that my cat had been hit by a car sometime yesterday. My dad found him on the side of the road today and didn't even recognize him at first, that's how bad it was. He said he was hoping it wasn't him, because the cat he found didn't have a collar on, my Joey always had his collar on. But then he said he found his collar laying a few feet away in the grass and knew it was him for sure then. He brought him home and right now he is resting inside of a bag in the garage until we can barry him. I wanted to see him, but my parents said it wouldn't be a good idea to see him such a way. They have given me his collar to keep. Which I will keep forever. It's broken from the accident but it still smells like him. I just woke up a little while ago from a nap, trying to not think of things, trying to get rid of this ongoing headache I've had for the past 3 hours now. I fell asleep grasping that collar in my fingers, waking up with it still firmly grasped there. I seriously, if I could, would never put that thing down. Joey was my life, my world, the most important thing in my life. And now that he is gone, I feel as if my soul is gone. I know I shouldn't feel this way, I know that's what you all are gonna say. But you know, I just don't fucking care right now. All I want is Joey, I need him. I need to say goodbye, I want to hold him one last fucking time. I want to kiss his hairy little face and scratch his chin like he used to love. I want to love him and fall asleep with him sleeping next to me just like he always used to. I want to hear the jingle of his tags on his collar as he comes running through the house to jump on my bed and climb into my lap. I want to hear him meow one more time telling me that he needs either some food or just wants to be pet. I want to see those eyes of his looking into mine while he's laying in my lap, the way he used to always do, making me wonder what he was always thinking.. and I will never truly know what he was thinking at those times. But everytime he layed in my lap, he would stare up at me and wouldn't stop unless I pet him or layed down with him. Rest in peace Joey. I will miss you forever and always.<3 You were so young and God decided to take you away from me before you were ready to go, before I was ready for you to go. And I will never understand why he did such a thing to me. I love you **[December 9,2004