:( Sad

Just when you don't expect it, it hits you all over again like a bucket of
cold water, drenching you with grief like it just happened. I think it's
even harder because of the way it happened. With Bandit, well she was 18
years old and had been terminally ill and blind for over a year before she
died. I had time to come to terms with it somewhat, taking last pictures,
arranging for my vet to come to my home - I guess it was harder in its own
way too. But with Sammy... well, the whole time I was in the hospital all I
could think of was coming home to her (I have to admit, she was my favorite,
my "heart cat"). I see something dark on the floor from the corner of my
eye and assume it's her until I realize she'll never be there again. I
didn't experience it, it happened without me, and that somehow makes it
harder to believe. Just coming home to an empty house was just so strange,
and it still is. No more little warm fuzzy baby snuggled next to me sucking
her toe. It just breaks my heart over and over and over again.

--
Hugs,

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"CatNipped" wrote in message
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Just when you don't expect it, it hits you all over again like a bucket of
cold water, drenching you with grief like it just happened. I think it's
even harder because of the way it happened. With Bandit, well she was 18
years old and had been terminally ill and blind for over a year before she
died. I had time to come to terms with it somewhat, taking last pictures,
arranging for my vet to come to my home - I guess it was harder in its own
way too. But with Sammy... well, the whole time I was in the hospital all
I could think of was coming home to her (I have to admit, she was my
favorite, my "heart cat"). I see something dark on the floor from the
corner of my eye and assume it's her until I realize she'll never be there
again. I didn't experience it, it happened without me, and that somehow
makes it harder to believe. Just coming home to an empty house was just
so strange, and it still is. No more little warm fuzzy baby snuggled next
to me sucking her toe. It just breaks my heart over and over and over
again.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped

((((((((CatNipped)))))))))

I do understand. I'm still trying to come to terms with losing my heart cat
(whom I had for only three years), and I was there.

Joy

On Jun 17, 5:57*pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
Just when you don't expect it, it hits you all over again like a bucket of
cold water, drenching you with grief like it just happened. *I think it's
even harder because of the way it happened. *

Yes it's a lot harder because of the suddeness as you say you had time
to get used to the idea with Bandit as much as one can but with Sammy
no time and you couldn;t be there and this on top of everything else
that's happening with you right now.
I am speaking from personal experience Fugazi took ill on a Tuesday
late afternoon and had to be sent on her way the next day- the morning
of the Tuesday she was winning "King of the Castle" on the step
ladder. We mourned her dreadfully. Isis started to show signs of old
age about 2 weeks before she died nothing that needed us to force a
severely agoraphobic cat to go through the stress of a trip to the
vets (This on the advice of the vet- we all knew if she developed
anything that needed that journey the odds were against bringing her
home- Kylie was worried that such stress would kill her anyway) she
died peacefully in her sleep at home I'm not saying we didn;t mourn
her of course we did but somehow it was a lot easier as we'd had time
to make decisions and get used to the idea

With Sammy you never had that I can only send purrs and hugs for you

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

"CatNipped" wrote in message
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Just when you don't expect it, it hits you all over again like a bucket of
cold water, drenching you with grief like it just happened. I think it's
even harder because of the way it happened. With Bandit, well she was 18
years old and had been terminally ill and blind for over a year before she
died. I had time to come to terms with it somewhat, taking last pictures,
arranging for my vet to come to my home - I guess it was harder in its own
way too. But with Sammy... well, the whole time I was in the hospital all
I could think of was coming home to her (I have to admit, she was my
favorite, my "heart cat"). I see something dark on the floor from the
corner of my eye and assume it's her until I realize she'll never be there
again. I didn't experience it, it happened without me, and that somehow
makes it harder to believe. Just coming home to an empty house was just
so strange, and it still is. No more little warm fuzzy baby snuggled next
to me sucking her toe. It just breaks my heart over and over and over
again.

--

I know. It's difficult to get over losing a beloved when you experience it
so you know it's real.
It was a long time before I came to terms with KFC being "disappeared" while
I was gone as it took a while to find out what had happened.
Take comfort in knowing she had a lovely home with you for as long as Bast
gave her and you knew immediately.

It gets better eventually as you stop blaming yourself for not being there,
but it takes some time.
Allow yourself to grieve for as long as it takes.
((hugs))
Tweed

On Jun 17, 7:57*pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
Just when you don't expect it, it hits you all over again like a bucket of
cold water, drenching you with grief like it just happened. *I think it's
even harder because of the way it happened. *With Bandit, well she was 18
years old and had been terminally ill and blind for over a year before she
died. *I had time to come to terms with it somewhat, taking last pictures,
arranging for my vet to come to my home - I guess it was harder in its own
way too. *But with Sammy... well, the whole time I was in the hospital all I
could think of was coming home to her (I have to admit, she was my favorite,
my "heart cat"). *I see something dark on the floor from the corner of my
eye and assume it's her until I realize she'll never be there again. *I
didn't experience it, it happened without me, and that somehow makes it
harder to believe. *Just coming home to an empty house was just so strange,
and it still is. *No more little warm fuzzy baby snuggled next to me sucking
her toe. *It just breaks my heart over and over and over again.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped

I kept seeing Cherokee, and later Yoda, in my peripheral vision for
the
longest time. It was the oddest thing and Inever experienced that
with losing any other cats, but I was far more attached to them.
I am so sorry for your loss.

Sherry

On Jun 18, 6:06*pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
'm not usually a paranormal freak, but I *firmly* believe that our
dearest
love ones manifest themselves in different ways after death.

A few weeks after Fugazi crossed the Bridge I was sitting where I am
now- working on my PC. Let me explain- My PC "desk" in the bedroom is
a chest of drawers which is so old and battered that the bottom 2
shelves (out of 4) long ago fell off so there's a gap, which has some
odds and ends stowed underneath but there;s just enough space for a
cat to get in there and sleep (Sarsi uses it sometimes even now)
Fugazi used to make a point of walking over my feet then settling down
and brushing against whatever was under there so I would tell her not
to knock anything over and put my hand down to give her some
skritchies. So when this happened that time I said "Issi, don;t knock
things over, come getta skricthie" and felt a cat head butting me
only to have Dave saying from the living room "What do you mean?!"
Issi was in fact curled up on the sofa!

Issi has also turned up on my bed- the first time being the 1st
anniversary of her passing-the odd thing is I could have put it down
to wishful thinking but as I rolled over I felt her jump off and got
the impression she was heading for the kitchen (Typical!) but as I
looked Dunzi and Sarsi were looking at where she landed as well (I
wonder if they had a conversation along the lines of "So! You;re the
new owners? Treating you well? Got them properly trained yet?")

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs