When I was a teen and living with my family, we had a Shetland sheepdog named Joshua (Joshie) for years. He aged and his bones got achy. One day he collapsed in the living room. We put him on a blanket and move him close to the wall. I sat next him, speaking softly and petting him gently. After a couple of minutes, he opened his mouth real wide in agony and immediately relaxed is death. I cried silently in anguish for a few minutes. I had never witnessed a death before. He had been a really good dog.
After my wife and I got married in 1996, we moved into an apartment. She wanted a pet but I didn't because we lived in an apartment and both worked full time. A few months later, I was driving somewhere for my job and happened to spot a tiny kitten on the white line of a busy highway. The light at the end of the block had ust turned green and a tsunami of cars were bearing down. I threw my car in park and dashed out to rescue the kitty. We named her Rosecrans (Rose or Rosie) after the highway where I found her. The vet said she as 5 weeks old. She turned out to be the best kitty ever. We kept her indoors to keep her safe and moved a total of three times until we were living in our own home in the country.
While there, we rescued a total of four older cats from a shelter, two at a time, to be indoor/outdoor cats. and patrol the yard for mice and voles.
Sofi and Kiri came first. Sofi was territorial and claimed the front yard as her own. She would chase Kiri away. I even saw her chase 3 young bucks away one tie. She was a character and would garden with us and follow us on walks. Kiri was a wonder cat. She was my buddy and was the bane of all rodents.
I was sad when we lost Sofi and I cried when we had to have Kiri put to sleep.
After them, we got Cassie and Tinker from the same shelter. They were both really sweet cats. Tinker used to garden with my wife.
When Cassie was dying, we had her put to sleep. My wife and I were with her at the end and both choked up and shed tears.
Tinker died in our guest bathroom, which was her bedroom and where she felt safe. I sat with her until she breathed her last breath.
Then some people who were moving gave us Coco, a chocolate brown, short haired, pure bred Burmese who was built like a tiny panther. She was an indoor/outdoor cat, too, until we realized that she was going blind. She lived happily in our house for years, even when totally blind. When she was dying, we had her put to sleep.
All the while, we still had Rosie. She aged but remained happy and healthy. We were dread the day when she would no longer be with us. Finally, on Dec. 10, 2019, at almost exactly 22 years old, she reached the end. She quit eating but was still active and showed no signs of discomfort. She rallied once, then quit eating for a week. One morning, my wife found her collapsed in the hallway and laid her on a soft blanket on the couch. My wife had to go to work but I sat next to Rosie keeping vigil. She didn't stir. I checked often to see if she was still breathing. Finally, at 11:10 am, I checked and she had passed peacefully in her own home. I cried so hard. She was our little girl. Such a goo kitty. She had lived her entire life with us and been with us since we got married.
I got a box just the right size, put Rosies favorite blankie in it, and curled her up as if she was sleeping. We have two rose bushes but one was bare, so I walked out to the other one. It was bare except for one perfect red and yellow rose. It was the bush's and the universe's gift to a special girl. I laid it in the box with her. When my wife got home, we said goodbye, folded the blanket over Rosie, sealed the box, wrote farewell messages on it, and buried her in the back yard. (We live in a rural area an have lots of land.)
We did the same with all our other cats. They were buried with love and reverence and now all six lie next to each other with plain stones to mark their graves.
I had two cats. One was killed by a coyote. I found his little body in the woods and his head had been removed and was a few feet away.
The other one lived to be 20 years old and I had him euthanized. He was having kidney failure. I had him rehydrated twice. I think he was going blind and he could hardly walk.
Not yet, no. Thankfully. But once my cat, Nazzy, is called to heaven… it’s going to destroy me… I think about the day it’s going to happen and it already makes my heart ache… Thankfully the vet says she’s a very healthy cat so I’m sure I won’t have to worry about losing her anytime soon.
I got fucked up pretty bad when my goldfish died after I did a front flip on the couch and heel kicked the fishbowl... I think fishy died of shock. Because it took a few minutes after
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When I was a teen and living with my family, we had a Shetland sheepdog named Joshua (Joshie) for years. He aged and his bones got achy. One day he collapsed in the living room. We put him on a blanket and move him close to the wall. I sat next him, speaking softly and petting him gently. After a couple of minutes, he opened his mouth real wide in agony and immediately relaxed is death. I cried silently in anguish for a few minutes. I had never witnessed a death before. He had been a really good dog.
After my wife and I got married in 1996, we moved into an apartment. She wanted a pet but I didn't because we lived in an apartment and both worked full time.
A few months later, I was driving somewhere for my job and happened to spot a tiny kitten on the white line of a busy highway. The light at the end of the block had ust turned green and a tsunami of cars were bearing down.
I threw my car in park and dashed out to rescue the kitty.
We named her Rosecrans (Rose or Rosie) after the highway where I found her.
The vet said she as 5 weeks old.
She turned out to be the best kitty ever.
We kept her indoors to keep her safe and moved a total of three times until we were living in our own home in the country.
While there, we rescued a total of four older cats from a shelter, two at a time, to be indoor/outdoor cats. and patrol the yard for mice and voles.
Sofi and Kiri came first. Sofi was territorial and claimed the front yard as her own. She would chase Kiri away. I even saw her chase 3 young bucks away one tie. She was a character and would garden with us and follow us on walks.
Kiri was a wonder cat. She was my buddy and was the bane of all rodents.
I was sad when we lost Sofi and I cried when we had to have Kiri put to sleep.
After them, we got Cassie and Tinker from the same shelter. They were both really sweet cats. Tinker used to garden with my wife.
When Cassie was dying, we had her put to sleep. My wife and I were with her at the end and both choked up and shed tears.
Tinker died in our guest bathroom, which was her bedroom and where she felt safe. I sat with her until she breathed her last breath.
Then some people who were moving gave us Coco, a chocolate brown, short haired, pure bred Burmese who was built like a tiny panther.
She was an indoor/outdoor cat, too, until we realized that she was going blind.
She lived happily in our house for years, even when totally blind.
When she was dying, we had her put to sleep.
All the while, we still had Rosie. She aged but remained happy and healthy. We were dread the day when she would no longer be with us.
Finally, on Dec. 10, 2019, at almost exactly 22 years old, she reached the end. She quit eating but was still active and showed no signs of discomfort. She rallied once, then quit eating for a week.
One morning, my wife found her collapsed in the hallway and laid her on a soft blanket on the couch.
My wife had to go to work but I sat next to Rosie keeping vigil. She didn't stir. I checked often to see if she was still breathing. Finally, at 11:10 am, I checked and she had passed peacefully in her own home. I cried so hard. She was our little girl. Such a goo kitty. She had lived her entire life with us and been with us since we got married.
I got a box just the right size, put Rosies favorite blankie in it, and curled her up as if she was sleeping. We have two rose bushes but one was bare, so I walked out to the other one. It was bare except for one perfect red and yellow rose. It was the bush's and the universe's gift to a special girl.
I laid it in the box with her.
When my wife got home, we said goodbye, folded the blanket over Rosie, sealed the box, wrote farewell messages on it, and buried her in the back yard. (We live in a rural area an have lots of land.)
We did the same with all our other cats. They were buried with love and reverence and now all six lie next to each other with plain stones to mark their graves.
I still miss my kitty Abby. She died in 1999. I have her picture right next to my bed, and others in the living room.
I was a wreck when she died. She had stomach cancer.
I had a little funeral for her with a coffin and it was at the chapel in the pet cemetery. I had her buried.
I'd give anything if she was still with me.😞
I had two cats. One was killed by a coyote. I found his little body in the woods and his head had been removed and was a few feet away.
The other one lived to be 20 years old and I had him euthanized. He was having kidney failure. I had him rehydrated twice. I think he was going blind and he could hardly walk.
It was so sad I will not have another pet.
Not yet, no. Thankfully. But once my cat, Nazzy, is called to heaven… it’s going to destroy me… I think about the day it’s going to happen and it already makes my heart ache… Thankfully the vet says she’s a very healthy cat so I’m sure I won’t have to worry about losing her anytime soon.
No I've never had pets myself so I could answer no. My extended family have had pets, a pet runaway, a pet grow old, etc.
I think my life is full as it is without adding a pet. Plus, my poor carpets. It's enough cleaning up my own crumbs.
And dust and prickles accumulate and pine needles
Yeah of course. We used to have a dog. She died of old age, but that doesn't make it any easier.
She did live a long happy life. I was sad for quite some time when she passed. I was a bit younger than I am now so that didn't help.
I got fucked up pretty bad when my goldfish died after I did a front flip on the couch and heel kicked the fishbowl... I think fishy died of shock. Because it took a few minutes after
Many pet deaths , but nothing that concerned me , sad as it may be , it's the circle of life.
Had a burmise cat that lived to 23 on the positive side.
Once when I was a kid , but now that I am older , Iit doesn’t impact me that much, don’t get me wrong I still get sad but it doesn’t hit me hard,
Of course , but I was a child
Yeah it was hard , but an important life lesson , life is loss at times.
I had four dogs that all died within the same 12-month period. It was brutal.
I don’t have a pet although I would love to have a kitten
yeah. it happens. that's what you gotta accept when you get one in the first place.