I hurt

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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