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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:
I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... [quoted text muted] Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul. MLB |
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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:
I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... [quoted text muted] Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul. MLB |
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On Wed, 18 Aug 2004 10:20:51 -0500, Karen wrote:
I think that it is very nice that that little kitten that would have died alone and had NO love in it's little baby life had a real family for it's last 24 hours of life. I'm so sorry though that it had to happen as it did, but you had the toughest love of all and did the hardest job by giving up to the great unknown a special love of your own that was new and precious no matter how short. "O J" wrote in message ... [quoted text muted] Such a sad little story. I hope our Rainbow Bridge kitties gave him a great welcome and will take good care of him. Purrs for the little soul. MLB |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within on 18 Aug 2004: Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you had to lose her. -- Cheryl |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within on 18 Aug 2004: Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you had to lose her. -- Cheryl |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", O J
artfully composed this message within on 18 Aug 2004: Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. Yup, but we do it anyway because we have love and hope in our hearts and her last day given lots of that love will make us do it again and again, no matter how painful. You did good, your wife did good and the little baby is safe at the rainbow bridge now. I'm so sorry you had to lose her. -- Cheryl |
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Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart. Blessings to you all Jean.P. O J wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart. Blessings to you all Jean.P. O J wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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Oh yes you ruined my day OJ, but you needed to let go of your pain
so I dont mind truly, such a sad story for both you and the kitty, some mamma cat at the bridge will take careof her I'm sure, taking over where you had to leave off, and I'm sorry to hear you are sick OJ and hope your recovery is going well Maybe Lynda could get you a well kitty for you to care for and bond with. I hope so, it will help to mend your broken heart. Blessings to you all Jean.P. O J wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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Sorry the little kitten didn't make it. At least she crossed the bridge
knowing someone cared about her. I've had a couple of similar experiences. Sometimes you feel no one understands why you would care so much about a cat you just met. I've been crying or on the verge of crying all day over a cat that came in today at the shelter. Why do I care so much about what happens to this cat I've only known for 14 hours, when his owner obviously didn't give a sh*t?? -- -Kelly kelly at farringtons dot net www.kelltek.com Check out www.snittens.com "O J" wrote in message ... Hi All, I'm not suggesting that you not read this, nor am I suggesting that you turn away. It's a very sad story about a little kitty that I only had for a little more than twenty-four hours. While I was recuperating from a debilitating illness, my sweet Lynda came home one day with an unexpected surprise. It was a tiny tuxedo kitten who was sick and might have been on its last legs. Lynda knew that with all the time I was spending in bed, I'd have time to nurse and care for the kitten. She moved a tray table nest to the bed and put the cat carrier on it. There was a little litter box in the adult-sized carrier and a folded up towel to lay on. I held the kitty on my chest when I was awake and put her in the carrier when I knew I was going to sleep. All the poor little thing had the strength to do was lay there and purr. I fed her cat food off my finger, though she couldn't get much of it down and there was a little saucer of water in the carrier as well which she occasionally sipped at. Most of my other cats are really bonded to Lynda more than me. She feeds them all their meals, she was at home while I was still working, and they just spent more time with her. The little tuxedo kitty was supposed to become my special baby. Who knows how that would have worked out, but that was the plan. I nodded off just as I had helped the kitty off my chest and into the carrier. I thought she needed to use the litter tray. When I woke, she was laying half over the edge of the carrier. It didn't look very comfortable, with the edge of the plastic pushed into her little tummy so I went to boost her little hind legs over the edge of the carrier so she could take care of her business in the litter. There was something wrong though. Her little legs wouldn't hold her up, in fact she was limp all over. My hands wouldn't stop trying to lift her up though. It was as if they had minds of their own and they kept trying to get the kitty to stand up on her poor little lifeless legs. Damn! Sometimes it seems that things are just rotten and nothing is worth giving a hoot about. That's how I felt when I realized that the little kitty would never stand up on those tiny legs again. All I could do is take a little comfort from the idea that she had spent her last day and a half snug and warm. I don't know why I wrote this. It's just taking some personal emotions and trying to put them behind me. I hope I haven't ruined anyone's day. Regards and Purrs, O J |
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