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I should check out these forums a little more.
I know exactly what you have gone through, it's heart wrenching every time.
My prayers go out for you, may your pain be lifted and may you always remember the love you shared with Boo. May you find comfort in those memories.
I am, thank you. The good memories have begun to overshadow the bad one that lingered for days.
I always remember Baby and Mugsy fondly, my wife's two cats when we first met. We now have three, Little Boy 19 (and still going strong-sorta), Jasper 9 and (yes it's true) Boo 3. I call him a Boo in a china shop. This little tiny scared to death kitten is now 21lbs, he'll chase other animals out of the yard but let a person come to the door and "woosh", he's gone, hence the name. It took him 3 weeks to get used to my wife and a year and a half to get used me.
Thanks. That's what I keep wishing I had done. Just allow him to die naturally. Before I called the mobile vet, who couldn't come for a full day after I realized Boo needed to be put to sleep, I argued with my sister (who had given me the cat) that I should just allow him to die rather than put him through what I knew would be a helluva cat fight (literally) to catch him, unless he was too weak to fight back. But she insisted it was more inhumane to allow him the starve to death. Now I wonder... I suppose it's the guilt more than anything.
Sorry for your loss Maggie and the trauma you experienced seeing your beloved cat put down. I had a dear Peke dies in my arms after a car had hit him. He had knocked the back door open and followed me and I did not know it. He looked at me like, "I'm so sorry mom" and he passed. He had been ran over in our drive by my grandmother a few years before. The vet was a specialist that put thirteen pieces of bone in his little hip back together. He road on the tank of the motorcycle, went water skiing with me, you name that dog was there. I cried for months nad even years after whenever I would see his pictures, he slept on my pillow curled up on my shoulder. We then had a chow that was with me 24/7 for 17 years. The dog only spent three nights of his life away from me. I had to fly on business so he had to stay with hubby. Certain family members got very angry with me for refusing to let the vet put him to sleep. His last three days he was on an IV at home. He died in my husbands arms. I could not watch at that point. My chow's litter mate/sister we had for 10 years, she had cancer and had been given a death sentence yet lived for another four years after a surgery and lots of meds for a year, one day she just did not feel good needed help getting around it was that quick when the time came...and she died in Rod's arms, I could not watch. I still miss them all. I have no regrets for not taking them into a vet and having them put to sleep when any of them got ill.
Maggie you made the RIGHT decision to spare him any more suffering. I had to put the cat I grew up with to "sleep". It was tough because he would put his arms around my neck and cling to me like a scared kid. The vet gave him a shot to calm him down so I sat with him for 20 minutes just holding my dear friend who was ALWAYS there for me when I wasn't feeling well. After he was pretty well sedated the vet gave him the shot to stop his heart......She said his heart had stopped and I ran out crying my eyes out.....I look back on it and think I should have held him for five or ten more minutes until his spirit had gone away even though I don't necessarily belive in the after life.......I still miss him 20 years later but I DID make the right decision for HIM of that I have no doubt nor should you. You loved and cared for him as a family member and gave him untold years of happiness. I am SO SO sorry for your pain and loss. My older brother's cat died after being with him for HALF his life TWENTY TWO YEARS he had her.......It's hard to hear your older brother crying his eyes out.
I just got done thanking almost every post on this thread.......Why? Because they were ALL about feeling for another human beings pain. They were all about loss of our dear friends. Thank ALL of you for trying to help Maggie through what we all know is a heart wrenching ordeal.
Maggie.....You made the RIGHT decision......The BEST decision for your cat NOT necessarily for you. You have to have a lot of love to let go.
Maggie.....You made the RIGHT decision......The BEST decision for your cat NOT necessarily for you. You have to have a lot of love to let go.
Thanks. As I slowly start putting things away that were exclusively his (window perches, food dishes, litter box, toys), I'm now finding that I'm keeping certain stuff, on the off-chance I'll get another cat (although I vowed I wouldn't). But there are so many adult cats at shelters, and if I can find one that is strictly an indoor cat, I might...
So stay tuned ya'll !!
My new kitty. Eyes were opened just last week so can't bring it home yet.
None taken. Told my daughter that brown spot on it's nose says it all a lil brown noser from go! She was a bit insulted, she said "It's a black dot not brown!"My new kitty. Eyes were opened just last week so can't bring it home yet.
Omg, he/she looks like the first kitten my dad brought home when I was almost that small. He named her "Shifoss" (pronounced ShiFOSS), and it wasn't until we were older that my mother told us it meant SHIT FACE. (No insult intended, Rod.)
I just re-read everyone's kind thoughts, and want to say again how much I appreciate that--considering that I'm at odds with many of you when discussing politics. It's nice to know everyone can put away their weapons occasionally.
I'm still doing a thorough cleaning of every room in the house, because after awhile I hope to stop finding cat hair or a nail that broke off which belonged to Boo. I know that won't erase the memory, but it helps.
I can't stand to watch those commercials for the Humane Society showing clips of abused animals. If I had all the money I could use, I would buy a piece of land and set up a ranch like Doris Day did and take in as many as I could. Just yesterday coming back from the store, an old Golden Retriever mix was limping down the center of the road but moving right along like he was on a mission. Several other cars had stopped and looked as though they were going to try to lure him away from traffic, but I wonder if the poor dog wasn't just dropped off somewhere by the side of the road and was intent on finding his way home (however bad his home might be). AARGH!! Can't think about this stuff anymore.
Ciao, people, and thanks again.
