One week ago my wonderful little girl lost her battle with CRF. My heart is broken.
No sweet furbaby to greet me at the door, or share the bed. Cried all day. She was nearly 19 and had a wonderful life, but still the hurt is unbearable.
Cindi/Simple's Mom

Cindi,
I'm so sorry about your sweet kitty's passing . No matter how long we have them, it is never long enough, is it? My girl was 16, so I know it can be of some comfort to know that they lived a long and happy life, there are so many furbabies who don't have that luxury, so we just need to stay steadfast on that course of thinking. Please know that I am confident that your sweet girl is in a place where she is happier and healthier than she has ever been, and one day you will be able to join her there and never face being seperated from her again ! When you feel up to it, please share some more about your girl, or just come here whenever you need to vent. One thing you will always find here are people who know exactly what you are going through and we are always here for you...
Your friend in grief,
Kim

Dear Cindi,

I am so sorry for your loss ~ when we have them for so long they become part of us and we them ~ my thoughts are with you ~ may you find your strength in the love you shared and truth in the infinite love that will always be there when your souls and spirits meet in the hallways of your heart ~

Sincere Comfort and Condolences,
Kathryn

Cyndi,

I'm so sorry for your loss. I too, lost my Kasey a week ago Thursday. He was only 7 1/2. I was a very tough week but the weekend was a bit better. That first week it was all I could think about. I was a wreck at work and home. This weekend, I was busy and wasn't able to think about him as much. But when I did
have some downtime, he was all I could think about.

My dh was gone all day Saturday and I was home alone with the kids - thank god for them. I was so sad. I think it fully sunk in that I would not see him again. He was always there when my dh wasn't. I didn't have to feed him, let him out or walk him. There were times when he was alive that it seemed a chore, but now I miss it. Just those every day, small things. They seem so insignificant until now.

I have, however, started to think of him when he was healthy and happy. Lying on the couch sleeping - he was 115#, so it was a sight - cleaning up after the kids ate a meal, lying next to me by or on the bed, following me everywhere. I still miss him horribly and wonder why he was taken so soon, but know now I will never know the reason or reasons, so try not to dwell on it.

You will continue to hurt, but one day you will meet again. I keep that in mind and it gives me comfort.

Mary