Backstory-While I was away at college a semi feral cat had 2 kittens under the abandoned house next to mine. My mother fed them, and she brought her kittens over. My mother decided that when the kittens were weaned she was going to take them to the no kill shelter and spay the mom and let her stay outside. Until then, she put a barrier next the fence so the kittens couldn't get too close to the fence. But we all got attached, so we waited a few weeks. I came home for break, and I told my boyfriend we had to stop it before we got too attached. And we were going to take them this Friday to the shelter.
Christmas was amazing, I spent quality time with my boyfriend, ate good food, and was forutnate enough to get gifts. Everything was going great. And then the morning after Christmas my mom, sister, and I go to leave and I'm petting a gray kitten which I think is Ash. I'm fawning over her and call her by her name. But they say, that's not her, it's her brother (they look almost 100% identical) And I get worried, she's so friendly, what if children picked her up. I call her name and take a few steps to look for her. I was so worried. Then my mom tells me "she's dead, she died", and I tell them it's not funny to joke like that. But my mom insists, they found her in our back yard, she must have jumped over the barrier and gotten over the fence somehow. I got really attached in the short time I was home.
And I cried all day.
My boyfriend was supportive and helped me. But I feel like this is the worst way to end the year, and maybe this is a lesson. I was so happy with the presents, maybe I lost sight that in the end, there are more important things to worry about and people die everyday. I felt guilty in someway for her death, and I tried to see the lesson.
This was more of an opening up than anything, I've been getting really emotional lately, and I know a lot of it has to do with the birth control I'm on, but the emotions are still real and felt all the same.
And I really hate the dog now even though that's just her nature.
- Thing like this happen, you have to accept it, embrace it, and move through it.Vote A
- I'm having a really emotional time as well.Vote B
- This year has been great, and I hope that everyone gets a year like this.Vote C
Most Helpful Guy
I hope 2016 will be better for you. To be blunt that is life taking its course, things come and go. There is nothing we can do about it. Naturally in the future if you wanted your cats to live you keep a closer eye on them, but that is relatively difficult to do since you are with family. Like that story you told me of the other animal... if this is what will fuel your drive to help save animal lives then use this to your advantage. Im here if you need me, eh, you know the drill:)0
Most Helpful Girl
I had a Hungarian Vizsla growing up, kind of like this one: https://images2.champdogs.net/29406/l44908353.jpg
He was absolutely crazy. He would jump over our pool railing, which was 12 feet high (we had an above ground pool with a deck, and almost drowned 3 times. He'd clear our really tall privacy fence. We had a woods area in the back that was uninhabited and he would escape the yard to go back there and hunt.
We have neighbors who were big into feeding stray cats... needless to say, we've found many a dead cat in our backyard. No one in my family would take care of them, so I had to do it. Broke my heart every time. It was so sad for me to see the dead kitties. He would also go after squirrels (and win) and birds (and win) and a skunk one time (got sprayed before he killed it, of course)...
He jumped out a two story window when we were at my grandparents cabin in the woods up north. He ripped the window fan out and broke through the screen and landed on stones. He wasn't even limping.
I swear that dog has 9 lives.
He swerved in front of our atv cart chasing after a bird and got hit.
His previous owners took him on a boat and he jumped off after a bird's shadow and was swimming around in Lake Michigan and they had to call the coast guard to get him back in the boat... shortly after that they sold him to my dad (we got him when he was 2, I think).
He tore up my American girl doll that my grammie had made for me. I was really upset. I had an outfit kit (an outfit that was made for the doll and a person) and it had my exact hair color and eye color. It was a really expensive doll. I hated him for at least 3 months.
He'd also hump all my friend's legs, even 3 years after being fixed.
When he got older he settled down, and he passed away at age 9, probably because of all his near death accidents... he had a brain tumor. I miss him and think about him all the time and the stories we have of him.
But I still remember vividly cleaning up the dead animals in our backyard and wanting to cry. I wasn't on the pill back then, either, so I can't blame it on that for being emotional.
I'd say your reaction is normal. I get attached to animals after like an hour. I have a huge heart (for animals anyways ;) )1