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One thing to consider - my brother Pat inherited our grandmother's house
when she passed away. He also inherited her Siamese cat Samantha. Pat and Sam became very close, and Sam became quite fond of Pat's dog, too. Samantha passed away a couple of years later. A few months later Pat was surprised when he heard a Siamese-ish meow, then turned and watched a very Sam-like cat turn the corner into the hallway headed back towards the bedroom. He hurried back there and looked around, but no cat was there. From that day on it became a regular thing - a couple times or so every week Pat would a good, clear glimpse of Sam for a few seconds. Sometimes she would walk around a corner and disappear, some times she would be sitting or standing still and would just suddenly not be visible any more, but she became a regular visitor. These visits continued for a few years, until Pat was strong enough to get by without the visible reminder that she was watching over him. |
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After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and
often sitting at the puter, I would drop my had down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. "Dan Mahoney" wrote in message ... One thing to consider - my brother Pat inherited our grandmother's house when she passed away. He also inherited her Siamese cat Samantha. Pat and Sam became very close, and Sam became quite fond of Pat's dog, too. Samantha passed away a couple of years later. A few months later Pat was surprised when he heard a Siamese-ish meow, then turned and watched a very Sam-like cat turn the corner into the hallway headed back towards the bedroom. He hurried back there and looked around, but no cat was there. From that day on it became a regular thing - a couple times or so every week Pat would a good, clear glimpse of Sam for a few seconds. Sometimes she would walk around a corner and disappear, some times she would be sitting or standing still and would just suddenly not be visible any more, but she became a regular visitor. These visits continued for a few years, until Pat was strong enough to get by without the visible reminder that she was watching over him. |
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On Jan 8, 11:10*am, "Gramby" wrote:
After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and often sitting at the puter, I would drop my had down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. *I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. And when WooToo, who is still here thank goodness, looks at me, I can see my Mom looking through her eyes. And telling me to get a haircut and pick up this room. -- Will in New Haven |
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On 01/08/2012 12:40 PM, Will in New Haven wrote:
On Jan 8, 11:10 am, wrote: After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and often sitting at the puter, I would drop my had down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. And when WooToo, who is still here thank goodness, looks at me, I can see my Mom looking through her eyes. And telling me to get a haircut and pick up this room. -- Will in New Haven IMHO she is wondering when you are going to feed her! MLB |
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And how is that working for you or her?
"MLB" wrote in message ... On 01/08/2012 12:40 PM, Will in New Haven wrote: On Jan 8, 11:10 am, wrote: After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and often sitting at the puter, I would drop my had down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. And when WooToo, who is still here thank goodness, looks at me, I can see my Mom looking through her eyes. And telling me to get a haircut and pick up this room. -- Will in New Haven IMHO she is wondering when you are going to feed her! MLB |
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On Jan 8, 11:10 am, "Gramby" After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and often sitting at the puter, I would drop my hand down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. ((((Gramby))))) I know the feeling, Not about husbands, because mine is still here, But I could swear, even though we have 4 cats, that we can still feel Mutt (cat) is here, He went to The Bridge 4 years ago. In the 35 years we have been married, we have about 30 cats, The most at we had once was 9, the least was 2 . I still miss them 'all' and they sometimes run by or appear to me in a dream. Weird, huh? And when WooToo, who is still here thank goodness, looks at me, I can see my Mom looking through her eyes. And telling me to get a haircut and pick up this room. -- Will in New Haven IMHO she is wondering when you are going to feed her! MLB LOL at that one. Kyla |
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On Jan 8, 5:48*pm, "Gramby" wrote:
And how is that working for you or her? "MLB" *wrote in ... On 01/08/2012 12:40 PM, Will in New Haven wrote: On Jan 8, 11:10 am, *wrote: After my husband died and I had a heart attack I would feel so alone and often sitting at the puter, I would drop my had down beside my chair and I would swear my Scooter dog would rub up against my hand. *I never looked down because so long as I felt she was there, I wasn't alone. And when WooToo, who is still here thank goodness, looks at me, I can see my Mom looking through her eyes. And telling me to get a haircut and pick up this room. -- Will in New Haven IMHO she is wondering when you are going to feed her! MLB Nope. When she wants food, she goes over to the food bowl and beeps. When she wants her water bowl changed, she goes over to the water bowl and beeps. When she wants the chair by the bed so she can climb onto or off of the bed, she goes to the chair, if she is on the floor, or to the edge of the bed nearest the chair, and beeps. She has a very useful command language and I am well-programmed. -- Will in New Haven |
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On Jan 7, 8:43*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote:
I suffer no loss, Jay, I am a cat but my human mommy Kyla *feels so *bad for this poor man who is hurting, and she sends her love comfort to him and mommy is saying her prayers for the cat shaped holes in his heart to heal. Our cat household is purring for his loss *as well. Mosey, PookyKat, Sqweex and Pipps "J J Levin" "Mosey =^..^=" "John" *wrote in message ... I hurt so bad. I'm a 72 year old man, and oh how I hurt. I have never been able to express my feeling to anyone, especially family and friend, but I hurt so bad, I have to tell someone. I lost my 12 year old cat Babygirl yesterday. I took her to the Vet yesterday because she hadn't been eating very well and not going to the litter box much. While they were examining her and drawing blood, she had a heart attack and died. The vet said their was something wrong with her kidneys, and she had a tumor in her chest. I can't tell you how much it hurt when the Vet came to me and said we lost her. The Vet ask me if I wanted her to take care of Babygirl or if I wanted to take her home. I said I will take her home and bury her beside Baby, my male cat that died a little over 12 years ago at the age of 14. Babygirl and I lived alone and for the last 12 years, she has pretty much been my sole company. She was the first, I would see in the morning and the last at night, and several times in between. She slept between my feet and used my ankle for a pillow every night. I called her my little foot warmer. I learned to sleep on my back with my feet uncovered, so she could sleep between my feet. In the morning, before I got out of bed, I would always rub her head and pet her and tell her how much I loved her. When I got her home, She was still soft and warm. I held her for a couple of hours and then laid her in her box in the window that she liked to lie in. She is lying on her side and just looks like she is asleep. I later laid her of the bed where she liked to lie and left her there all night. I was going to bury her today, but I may wait one more day. I have always told her that if she would live to 20 and I would live to 80, we could both go together. I have told her many times, not to die before me, because I didn't know if I could take it, and at the present time, I don't know if I can. I don't think I have ever felt this bad. Mosey, please tell your friend that I'm sorry for his loss. Babygirl must have been a beautiful, wonderful little cat and right now I want to cry for your friend. Please tell him that Babygirl is in the place where it is always summer and always wonderful and Our Lady looks after her until she gets to meet her beloved human again. Blessed be, Elizabeth |
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On Jan 7, 4:08*pm, John wrote:
I hurt so bad. I'm a 72 year old man, and oh how I hurt. I have never been able to express my feeling to anyone, especially family and friend, but I hurt so bad, I have to tell someone. I lost my 12 year old cat Babygirl yesterday. I took her to the Vet yesterday because she hadn't been eating very well and not going to the litter box much. While they were examining her and drawing blood, she had a heart attack and died. The vet said their was something wrong with her kidneys, and she had a tumor in her chest. I can't tell you how much it hurt when the Vet came to me and said we lost her. The Vet ask me if I wanted her to take care of Babygirl or if I wanted to take her home. I said I will take her home and bury her beside Baby, my male cat that died a little over 12 years ago at the age of 14. Babygirl and I lived alone and for the last 12 years, she has pretty much been my sole company. She was the first, I would see in the morning and the last at night, and several times in between. She slept between my feet and used my ankle for a pillow every night. I called her my little foot warmer. I learned to sleep on my back with my feet uncovered, so she could sleep between my feet. In the morning, before I got out of bed, I would always rub her head and pet her and tell her how much I loved her. When I got her home, She was still soft and warm. I held her for a couple of hours and then laid her in her box in the window that she liked to lie in. She is lying on her side and just looks like she is asleep. I later laid her of the bed where she liked to lie and left her there all night. I was going to bury her today, but I may wait one more day. I have always told her that if she would live to 20 and I would live to 80, we could both go together. I have told her many times, not to die before me, because I didn't know if I could take it, and at the present time, I don't know if I can. I don't think I have ever felt this bad. Hi; I think being older, retired, staying closer to home can allow a person to become very close to their cat, and the loss of the cat is tragic and crushing. I am close to John's age, but I desperately want to outlive my kitty so she won't have to live with someone who doesn't understand her communication signals and her particular needs and behaviors. Then what would I do with the pain of her loss? I don't know; be very sad for sure; and then find an old cat whose owner has died and give it a home to be comfortable and peaceful in. My great-aunt once confided to me that the death of her dog was more painful for her than the death of her husband had been several years earlier, and she didn't understand that, and felt a bit guilty about it. There's a lot of love, and there is mystery. Sincere condolences, Carol |
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I am so sorry for your loss, John.
Melissa We are sending you purrs of comfort and healing, Uncle John. Babygirl is in your heart, forever. Azad with Neko and Ella, too |
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