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Goodbye to my Friend.
We are so sorry for the loss of your beloved friend.
You did the kindest but hardest thing for him. You loved him enough to take him out of his pain. Love Kyla and Mosey "Mac Cool" ... Goodbye to my Friend Today my friend went to sleep. He has been having troubles these last few weeks with his heart and today a clot broke loose and paralyzed his back legs. Deeply saddened that our fight was over I took him to the pet hospital where he laid gently in my wife's arms with his head resting on my lap until he fell asleep. So gentle was his passing that I was the last to realize he was gone, at last he was out of pain. I still agonize over the decision. In my heart I know I did everything possible to keep the cat he was, alive. The last few days he was slipping away, not just his body but his essence, that part of him that made him my friend. Putting him to sleep was the humane decision, intellectually I know this and in my heart I felt that he truly would have agreed if he could have spoken but I could see in his eyes as I lay petting him this morning, that he was asking for my help. Help me, take the pain away. So I did the last thing I could do for you my friend, I took away your pain. Tommy came into our lives when he was about seven months old. My daughter and I went to a cat adoption fair at Petsmart. Among all the animals one stood out, a young male kitten hiding under the newspapers in his cage as he peeked at the strangers surrounding him. Most people ignored him, who wants a scaredy cat and when a few did stop to look he would cringe under his flimsy protection from the world. But something different happened when my daughter approached the cage, for the first time he crawled out from under his newspaper and brushed against the cage; his new family had arrived and he didn't have to hide anymore. We learned that Tommy was rescued from a trailer park where he had been abandoned, we learned that he had a very difficult kittenhood, that he had been locked away and nearly starved, that without a mother he had taught himself how to survive. Tommy would carry the scars from that time the rest of his life and he would become very upset at any closed doors in the house, except for the exterior doors, he had no desire to go out there. Tommy also was careful to never miss a meal and it was a few years before he became comfortable with an empty food bowl. His fear of starving showed as he grew to be an enormous thirty-four pound tom cat. Strangely, he was never graceful even as a kitten. I'll never forget the time he was sitting on the edge of my desk surveying the household and for no reason slipped and fell in the trash can. His ego was bruised more than his body. When we found Tommy at the adoption fair he had no whiskers, he had been attacked by another cat who had chewed his whiskers off, perhaps this made him clumsy. My daughters never really took to Tommy and neither did my wife. To them, he was the grumpy old cat who would took swipes at their legs as they walked past, never breaking skin but reminding them who had the claws. Tommy never liked kids and he didn't like girls in particular, the younger they were the less he liked them and they were rarely properly deferential toward his status as king of the house; because to Tommy you see, it was his house, his rules. Eventually he grew to challenge me, one day as he lay in my bathroom sink I tried to shoo him out and he took a swipe at me with his claws. As he recovered from his quick flight across the room he must have decided that second place was good enough as from that moment on he became my loyal friend. After his attempted coup d’état failed Tommy followed me from room to room always flopping down near my feet. Sometimes he would nearly trip me when he would silently flop down at my heels as I stood at the kitchen counter. When I left the house Tommy would lay in the window and watch for my return. He would always be sitting near the door waiting for me as I entered. At nighttime he would jump on the bed and flop himself down on my chest nearly cutting off my air while he lay with his nose inches from mine, purring and blowing his stinky breath in my face. Careful though, if I dared breath in his face I would get the look that says, 'this is not how things work' and he would get up and lay at my feet. Tommy was the softest animal I've ever petted and people loved to touch him. I used to joke that when he died I would make a rug from his pelt to throw in the floor and it would be like he never left, just cheaper. As he lay asleep in my arms today I remembered my jest and would have maybe smiled but his beautiful fur was ruined where the doctors had shaved his side, his neck and his paw last week in order to save his life. The dumb things you think of and it made me that much sadder that he had suffered yet more indignities for so little gain. People comfort themselves with thoughts that their loved ones go to heaven and they are up there, happy and looking down watching over us. I so much wish I could believe something like that it would ease the emptiness in my heart, it would relieve the anguish each time I look down expecting to see my friend and he is not there. Tommy lived the life he wanted to live. Despite a rough start to life and beating odds that nearly killed him, he lived happily, eating well, being my happy loyal friend to the end. I didn't judge him and he didn't judge me, we were just happy being. I hope my friend that you understand what I did and that a dignified death was the best I could do. Goodbye. I miss you. http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2...ykittengw1.jpg http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4...en07001la9.jpg Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
On May 31, 3:45*pm, Mac Cool wrote:
Goodbye to my Friend Today my friend went to sleep. He has been having troubles these last few weeks with his heart and today a clot broke loose and paralyzed his back legs. Deeply saddened that our fight was over I took him to the pet hospital where he laid gently in my wife's arms with his head resting on my lap until he fell asleep. So gentle was his passing that I was the last to realize he was gone, at last he was out of pain. I still agonize over the decision. In my heart I know I did everything possible to keep the cat he was, alive. The last few days he was slipping away, not just his body but his essence, that part of him that made him my friend. Putting him to sleep was the humane decision, intellectually I know this and in my heart I felt that he truly would have agreed if he could have spoken but I could see in his eyes as I lay petting him this morning, that he was asking for my help. Help me, take the pain away. So I did the last thing I could do for you my friend, I took away your pain. Tommy came into our lives when he was about seven months old. My daughter and I went to a cat adoption fair at Petsmart. Among all the animals one stood out, a young male kitten hiding under the newspapers in his cage as he peeked at the strangers surrounding him. Most people ignored him, who wants a scaredy cat and when a few did stop to look he would cringe under his flimsy protection from the world. But something different happened when my daughter approached the cage, for the first time he crawled out from under his newspaper and brushed against the cage; his new family had arrived and he didn't have to hide anymore. We learned that Tommy was rescued from a trailer park where he had been abandoned, we learned that he had a very difficult kittenhood, that he had been locked away and nearly starved, that without a mother he had taught himself how to survive. Tommy would carry the scars from that time the rest of his life and he would become very upset at any closed doors in the house, except for the exterior doors, he had no desire to go out there. Tommy also was careful to never miss a meal and it was a few years before he became comfortable with an empty food bowl. His fear of starving showed as he grew to be an enormous thirty-four pound tom cat. Strangely, he was never graceful even as a kitten. I'll never forget the time he was sitting on the edge of my desk surveying the household and for no reason slipped and fell in the trash can. His ego was bruised more than his body. When we found Tommy at the adoption fair he had no whiskers, he had been attacked by another cat who had chewed his whiskers off, perhaps this made him clumsy. My daughters never really took to Tommy and neither did my wife. To them, he was the grumpy old cat who would took swipes at their legs as they walked past, never breaking skin but reminding them who had the claws. Tommy never liked kids and he didn't like girls in particular, the younger they were the less he liked them and they were rarely properly deferential toward his status as king of the house; because to Tommy you see, it was his house, his rules. Eventually he grew to challenge me, one day as he lay in my bathroom sink I tried to shoo him out and he took a swipe at me with his claws. As he recovered from his quick flight across the room he must have decided that second place was good enough as from that moment on he became my loyal friend. After his attempted coup d’état failed Tommy followed me from room to room always flopping down near my feet. Sometimes he would nearly trip me when he would silently flop down at my heels as I stood at the kitchen counter. When I left the house Tommy would lay in the window and watch for my return. He would always be sitting near the door waiting for me as I entered. At nighttime he would jump on the bed and flop himself down on my chest nearly cutting off my air while he lay with his nose inches from mine, purring and blowing his stinky breath in my face. Careful though, if I dared breath in his face I would get the look that says, 'this is not how things work' and he would get up and lay at my feet. Tommy was the softest animal I've ever petted and people loved to touch him. I used to joke that when he died I would make a rug from his pelt to throw in the floor and it would be like he never left, just cheaper. As he lay asleep in my arms today I remembered my jest and would have maybe smiled but his beautiful fur was ruined where the doctors had shaved his side, his neck and his paw last week in order to save his life. The dumb things you think of and it made me that much sadder that he had suffered yet more indignities for so little gain. People comfort themselves with thoughts that their loved ones go to heaven and they are up there, happy and looking down watching over us. I so much wish I could believe something like that it would ease the emptiness in my heart, it would relieve the anguish each time I look down expecting to see my friend and he is not there. Tommy lived the life he wanted to live. Despite a rough start to life and beating odds that nearly killed him, he lived happily, eating well, being my happy loyal friend to the end. I didn't judge him and he didn't judge me, we were just happy being. I hope my friend that you understand what I did and that a dignified death was the best I could do. Goodbye. I miss you. http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2...en07001la9.jpg Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. My sympathies for your loss. I'm sure Tommy will be sorely missed by his human family. You were all lucky to have one another. He was lucky to have a gentle passage from life, and died near the people he loved. May his journey over the bridge be blessed! Melissa |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
Response to Mac Cool :
snip the memories Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 That story was witty and heartwarming, so why am I crying? :~ } Terribly sorry for your loss. You will see your friend again one day. -- -Lost Remove the extra words to reply by e-mail. Don't e-mail me. I am kidding. No I am not. |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
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Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. I am so very sorry to hear of Tommys Bridge Journey. We'll light a cande for him. He was truly loved. {{HUGS}} Helen M |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
On 31 May 2008 22:45:59 GMT, Mac Cool wrote:
What a wonderful tribute to a very special cat. I am so very sorry for your terrible loss. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^ "Life without cats would be only marginally worth living." -TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie. Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more. How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven. - Robert Heinlein Goodbye to my Friend Today my friend went to sleep. He has been having troubles these last few weeks with his heart and today a clot broke loose and paralyzed his back legs. Deeply saddened that our fight was over I took him to the pet hospital where he laid gently in my wife's arms with his head resting on my lap until he fell asleep. So gentle was his passing that I was the last to realize he was gone, at last he was out of pain. I still agonize over the decision. In my heart I know I did everything possible to keep the cat he was, alive. The last few days he was slipping away, not just his body but his essence, that part of him that made him my friend. Putting him to sleep was the humane decision, intellectually I know this and in my heart I felt that he truly would have agreed if he could have spoken but I could see in his eyes as I lay petting him this morning, that he was asking for my help. Help me, take the pain away. So I did the last thing I could do for you my friend, I took away your pain. Tommy came into our lives when he was about seven months old. My daughter and I went to a cat adoption fair at Petsmart. Among all the animals one stood out, a young male kitten hiding under the newspapers in his cage as he peeked at the strangers surrounding him. Most people ignored him, who wants a scaredy cat and when a few did stop to look he would cringe under his flimsy protection from the world. But something different happened when my daughter approached the cage, for the first time he crawled out from under his newspaper and brushed against the cage; his new family had arrived and he didn't have to hide anymore. We learned that Tommy was rescued from a trailer park where he had been abandoned, we learned that he had a very difficult kittenhood, that he had been locked away and nearly starved, that without a mother he had taught himself how to survive. Tommy would carry the scars from that time the rest of his life and he would become very upset at any closed doors in the house, except for the exterior doors, he had no desire to go out there. Tommy also was careful to never miss a meal and it was a few years before he became comfortable with an empty food bowl. His fear of starving showed as he grew to be an enormous thirty-four pound tom cat. Strangely, he was never graceful even as a kitten. I'll never forget the time he was sitting on the edge of my desk surveying the household and for no reason slipped and fell in the trash can. His ego was bruised more than his body. When we found Tommy at the adoption fair he had no whiskers, he had been attacked by another cat who had chewed his whiskers off, perhaps this made him clumsy. My daughters never really took to Tommy and neither did my wife. To them, he was the grumpy old cat who would took swipes at their legs as they walked past, never breaking skin but reminding them who had the claws. Tommy never liked kids and he didn't like girls in particular, the younger they were the less he liked them and they were rarely properly deferential toward his status as king of the house; because to Tommy you see, it was his house, his rules. Eventually he grew to challenge me, one day as he lay in my bathroom sink I tried to shoo him out and he took a swipe at me with his claws. As he recovered from his quick flight across the room he must have decided that second place was good enough as from that moment on he became my loyal friend. After his attempted coup d’état failed Tommy followed me from room to room always flopping down near my feet. Sometimes he would nearly trip me when he would silently flop down at my heels as I stood at the kitchen counter. When I left the house Tommy would lay in the window and watch for my return. He would always be sitting near the door waiting for me as I entered. At nighttime he would jump on the bed and flop himself down on my chest nearly cutting off my air while he lay with his nose inches from mine, purring and blowing his stinky breath in my face. Careful though, if I dared breath in his face I would get the look that says, 'this is not how things work' and he would get up and lay at my feet. Tommy was the softest animal I've ever petted and people loved to touch him. I used to joke that when he died I would make a rug from his pelt to throw in the floor and it would be like he never left, just cheaper. As he lay asleep in my arms today I remembered my jest and would have maybe smiled but his beautiful fur was ruined where the doctors had shaved his side, his neck and his paw last week in order to save his life. The dumb things you think of and it made me that much sadder that he had suffered yet more indignities for so little gain. People comfort themselves with thoughts that their loved ones go to heaven and they are up there, happy and looking down watching over us. I so much wish I could believe something like that it would ease the emptiness in my heart, it would relieve the anguish each time I look down expecting to see my friend and he is not there. Tommy lived the life he wanted to live. Despite a rough start to life and beating odds that nearly killed him, he lived happily, eating well, being my happy loyal friend to the end. I didn't judge him and he didn't judge me, we were just happy being. I hope my friend that you understand what I did and that a dignified death was the best I could do. Goodbye. I miss you. http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2...ykittengw1.jpg http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4...en07001la9.jpg Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
I am sorry, Lee
Mac Cool wrote in message ... Goodbye to my Friend Today my friend went to sleep. He has been having troubles these last few weeks with his heart and today a clot broke loose and paralyzed his back legs. Deeply saddened that our fight was over I took him to the pet hospital where he laid gently in my wife's arms with his head resting on my lap until he fell asleep. So gentle was his passing that I was the last to realize he was gone, at last he was out of pain. I still agonize over the decision. In my heart I know I did everything possible to keep the cat he was, alive. The last few days he was slipping away, not just his body but his essence, that part of him that made him my friend. Putting him to sleep was the humane decision, intellectually I know this and in my heart I felt that he truly would have agreed if he could have spoken but I could see in his eyes as I lay petting him this morning, that he was asking for my help. Help me, take the pain away. So I did the last thing I could do for you my friend, I took away your pain. Tommy came into our lives when he was about seven months old. My daughter and I went to a cat adoption fair at Petsmart. Among all the animals one stood out, a young male kitten hiding under the newspapers in his cage as he peeked at the strangers surrounding him. Most people ignored him, who wants a scaredy cat and when a few did stop to look he would cringe under his flimsy protection from the world. But something different happened when my daughter approached the cage, for the first time he crawled out from under his newspaper and brushed against the cage; his new family had arrived and he didn't have to hide anymore. We learned that Tommy was rescued from a trailer park where he had been abandoned, we learned that he had a very difficult kittenhood, that he had been locked away and nearly starved, that without a mother he had taught himself how to survive. Tommy would carry the scars from that time the rest of his life and he would become very upset at any closed doors in the house, except for the exterior doors, he had no desire to go out there. Tommy also was careful to never miss a meal and it was a few years before he became comfortable with an empty food bowl. His fear of starving showed as he grew to be an enormous thirty-four pound tom cat. Strangely, he was never graceful even as a kitten. I'll never forget the time he was sitting on the edge of my desk surveying the household and for no reason slipped and fell in the trash can. His ego was bruised more than his body. When we found Tommy at the adoption fair he had no whiskers, he had been attacked by another cat who had chewed his whiskers off, perhaps this made him clumsy. My daughters never really took to Tommy and neither did my wife. To them, he was the grumpy old cat who would took swipes at their legs as they walked past, never breaking skin but reminding them who had the claws. Tommy never liked kids and he didn't like girls in particular, the younger they were the less he liked them and they were rarely properly deferential toward his status as king of the house; because to Tommy you see, it was his house, his rules. Eventually he grew to challenge me, one day as he lay in my bathroom sink I tried to shoo him out and he took a swipe at me with his claws. As he recovered from his quick flight across the room he must have decided that second place was good enough as from that moment on he became my loyal friend. After his attempted coup d'état failed Tommy followed me from room to room always flopping down near my feet. Sometimes he would nearly trip me when he would silently flop down at my heels as I stood at the kitchen counter. When I left the house Tommy would lay in the window and watch for my return. He would always be sitting near the door waiting for me as I entered. At nighttime he would jump on the bed and flop himself down on my chest nearly cutting off my air while he lay with his nose inches from mine, purring and blowing his stinky breath in my face. Careful though, if I dared breath in his face I would get the look that says, 'this is not how things work' and he would get up and lay at my feet. Tommy was the softest animal I've ever petted and people loved to touch him. I used to joke that when he died I would make a rug from his pelt to throw in the floor and it would be like he never left, just cheaper. As he lay asleep in my arms today I remembered my jest and would have maybe smiled but his beautiful fur was ruined where the doctors had shaved his side, his neck and his paw last week in order to save his life. The dumb things you think of and it made me that much sadder that he had suffered yet more indignities for so little gain. People comfort themselves with thoughts that their loved ones go to heaven and they are up there, happy and looking down watching over us. I so much wish I could believe something like that it would ease the emptiness in my heart, it would relieve the anguish each time I look down expecting to see my friend and he is not there. Tommy lived the life he wanted to live. Despite a rough start to life and beating odds that nearly killed him, he lived happily, eating well, being my happy loyal friend to the end. I didn't judge him and he didn't judge me, we were just happy being. I hope my friend that you understand what I did and that a dignified death was the best I could do. Goodbye. I miss you. http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/2...ykittengw1.jpg http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4...en07001la9.jpg Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. |
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On May 31, 3:45*pm, Mac Cool wrote:
MacCool I am really sorry to hear about Tommy but I have to confess to a laugh at the tale of his falling into the wastepaper basket! Fugazi (RB) was also one of those cats who hadn't quite got the "all cats are graceful" concept and she fell in the waste paper basket as well! Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
So sorry to hear this, but happy you did as best as you could for him.
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Goodbye to my Friend.
Mac Cool wrote:
Goodbye to my Friend Today my friend went to sleep. He has been having troubles these last Tommy 2002 - 5/31/2008 Thank you to the people that offered advice and support. Sorry to head about Tommy. It sounds like he has a short but good life. Purrs and prayers to all affected. rrb |
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Goodbye to my Friend.
Tommy lived the life he wanted to live. Despite a rough start to life
and beating odds that nearly killed him, he lived happily, eating well, being my happy loyal friend to the end. I didn't judge him and he didn't judge me, we were just happy being. I hope my friend that you understand what I did and that a dignified death was the best I could do. Goodbye. I miss you. What a wonderful tribute you wrote. Yes, you did the kindest thing in offering him a peaceful goodbye. He is whole again and waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge. |
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