My beautiful boy Apple died on July 23 and I am inconsolable. I have lost all of my grandparents, my father and a much beloved aunt and never felt the level of grief I am feeling now. The pain is physical.
Apple started vomiting in late May so I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a UTI and Irritable bowel syndrome. I got him special food and began giving him a couple of pills a day, one for the infection and one for the digestion. He seemed eager for his meals in the morning and evening but I came to realize that he was not really eating a lot. There were weeks that he seemed fine and weeks when he seemed sick. One day, I was petting him and realized that I could feel the knots of his spinal column so I weighed him and he had lost 4 lbs!
The vet recommended an ultra sound and needle aspiration and the results were a cancer of the bowel. So they tell me that he could have surgery and chemo and I could have 3 months to a year with him. But he had that look in his eye, a thousand yard stare, I did not want him to suffer any more. So I made the hardest decision of my life and held him in my arms as the vet administered the fatal injection.
I could have made a call and a half dozen people would have been there with me but I could not say the words out loud. I wish now that they were there to help me make decisions about my boy's remains. I would give anything to have a single belly curl.
Apple came to me as a kitten. My friend had adopted a stray Maine Coon cat and she was pregnant. I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you. Well, these 6 kittens came tumbling down the stairs and Apple-his litter name was Spike- came right to the place I was sitting on the floor and climbed into my lap. He was a tuxedo Maine Coon and at 6 weeks old he could sit in the palm of my hand and lick his bright red kitten belly so I named him Apple.
We were together for over 13 years. Eventually the kitten that could sit in my palm became a 20 lb cat. He was fond of showers, drank from the faucet and if ever was forced to use a water bowl, lifted the water to his mouth cupped in his hand. He came to the car to greet me when I came home in the evening. He never punished me for going on trips, if anything he was more loving when I came home. He loathed thunderstorms, barnswallows and the vacuum cleaner.
As all cats do, he had many names. Apster, Apple Dapple Doo, the Purrmeister, Mr Plumy Tail, Belly Boy, and his secret name that he told no one. Apple was vocal and had names for me and frequent visitors. He clearly communicated his disatisfaction with the condition of his bowl and if I ignored his spoken command, he wrapped his arms and occassionally his teeth around my ankle. In the morning, when he wanted his shower, he sat on my chest and batted at my nose. If this failed to produce his desired results, he resorted to toe biting. I moved my feet and the chase was on, me making a complete circuit of the bed to avoid those pointy teeth, wanting just 5 more minutes of sleep.
I miss him so.
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First I offer my sympathy. You have already spoken of great memories of you AppleCat. Must have been a great time with him. Yes, I believe they do pick us too. lol.
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
QUOTE (sissycat @ Aug 22 2008, 12:28 AM) 
First I offer my sympathy. You have already spoken of great memories of you AppleCat. Must have been a great time with him. Yes, I believe they do pick us too. lol.
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
Thanks so much for your kind words. And I am sorry to hear of your loss. Cats are so easy to love.
I am glad I found Lightening Strike-I think that very few people understand what we are going through and it is lovely to have this community of people that understand our pain.
QUOTE (AppleCat @ Aug 22 2008, 12:54 AM)
Thanks so much for your kind words. And I am sorry to hear of your loss. Cats are so easy to love.
I am glad I found Lightening Strike-I think that very few people understand what we are going through and it is lovely to have this community of people that understand our pain.
I am glad I found Lightening Strike-I think that very few people understand what we are going through and it is lovely to have this community of people that understand our pain.
Hi Apple Cat..Sorry to hear of your loss. You most certainly did the right thing. You were so lucky to have that many years together. Sounds like he had a fun and happly life. Be proud of that. My Arthur was part Maine Coone. They're known to grow large. But my boy was 10lbs when he passed at 2 1/2yrs. It is so very hard to make "that decision". But that look saids it all. I heard so many people say b4 they found out their babies were ill that they get the strangest stare from them..It happened to me with a pass kitty. It ripped my heart out, I had no idea she was gravely ill. Another I had lasted 18yrs. She was very ill for the last 3mo. of her life. I was young, but old enough to know better, she was dying. I couldn't let her go, she had been with me thru childhood. Worst mistake I ever made. I watched her drindle down to nothing, barely could walk, and she died in the house. So I know all to well the pain your going thru. They say Maine Coones are extremely bright. Sounds like yours was. When Arthur died I kept repeating at the vets over and over "he was so smart, he was so smart".. anyways I'd love to see a pict when you get a chance..Hugs to you.. Ann
QUOTE (AppleCat @ Aug 21 2008, 11:03 PM)
My beautiful boy Apple died on July 23 and I am inconsolable. I have lost all of my grandparents, my father and a much beloved aunt and never felt the level of grief I am feeling now. The pain is physical.
Apple started vomiting in late May so I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a UTI and Irritable bowel syndrome. I got him special food and began giving him a couple of pills a day, one for the infection and one for the digestion. He seemed eager for his meals in the morning and evening but I came to realize that he was not really eating a lot. There were weeks that he seemed fine and weeks when he seemed sick. One day, I was petting him and realized that I could feel the knots of his spinal column so I weighed him and he had lost 4 lbs!
The vet recommended an ultra sound and needle aspiration and the results were a cancer of the bowel. So they tell me that he could have surgery and chemo and I could have 3 months to a year with him. But he had that look in his eye, a thousand yard stare, I did not want him to suffer any more. So I made the hardest decision of my life and held him in my arms as the vet administered the fatal injection.
I could have made a call and a half dozen people would have been there with me but I could not say the words out loud. I wish now that they were there to help me make decisions about my boy's remains. I would give anything to have a single belly curl.
Apple came to me as a kitten. My friend had adopted a stray Maine Coon cat and she was pregnant. I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you. Well, these 6 kittens came tumbling down the stairs and Apple-his litter name was Spike- came right to the place I was sitting on the floor and climbed into my lap. He was a tuxedo Maine Coon and at 6 weeks old he could sit in the palm of my hand and lick his bright red kitten belly so I named him Apple.
We were together for over 13 years. Eventually the kitten that could sit in my palm became a 20 lb cat. He was fond of showers, drank from the faucet and if ever was forced to use a water bowl, lifted the water to his mouth cupped in his hand. He came to the car to greet me when I came home in the evening. He never punished me for going on trips, if anything he was more loving when I came home. He loathed thunderstorms, barnswallows and the vacuum cleaner.
As all cats do, he had many names. Apster, Apple Dapple Doo, the Purrmeister, Mr Plumy Tail, Belly Boy, and his secret name that he told no one. Apple was vocal and had names for me and frequent visitors. He clearly communicated his disatisfaction with the condition of his bowl and if I ignored his spoken command, he wrapped his arms and occassionally his teeth around my ankle. In the morning, when he wanted his shower, he sat on my chest and batted at my nose. If this failed to produce his desired results, he resorted to toe biting. I moved my feet and the chase was on, me making a complete circuit of the bed to avoid those pointy teeth, wanting just 5 more minutes of sleep.
I miss him so.
Apple started vomiting in late May so I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a UTI and Irritable bowel syndrome. I got him special food and began giving him a couple of pills a day, one for the infection and one for the digestion. He seemed eager for his meals in the morning and evening but I came to realize that he was not really eating a lot. There were weeks that he seemed fine and weeks when he seemed sick. One day, I was petting him and realized that I could feel the knots of his spinal column so I weighed him and he had lost 4 lbs!
The vet recommended an ultra sound and needle aspiration and the results were a cancer of the bowel. So they tell me that he could have surgery and chemo and I could have 3 months to a year with him. But he had that look in his eye, a thousand yard stare, I did not want him to suffer any more. So I made the hardest decision of my life and held him in my arms as the vet administered the fatal injection.
I could have made a call and a half dozen people would have been there with me but I could not say the words out loud. I wish now that they were there to help me make decisions about my boy's remains. I would give anything to have a single belly curl.
Apple came to me as a kitten. My friend had adopted a stray Maine Coon cat and she was pregnant. I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you. Well, these 6 kittens came tumbling down the stairs and Apple-his litter name was Spike- came right to the place I was sitting on the floor and climbed into my lap. He was a tuxedo Maine Coon and at 6 weeks old he could sit in the palm of my hand and lick his bright red kitten belly so I named him Apple.
We were together for over 13 years. Eventually the kitten that could sit in my palm became a 20 lb cat. He was fond of showers, drank from the faucet and if ever was forced to use a water bowl, lifted the water to his mouth cupped in his hand. He came to the car to greet me when I came home in the evening. He never punished me for going on trips, if anything he was more loving when I came home. He loathed thunderstorms, barnswallows and the vacuum cleaner.
As all cats do, he had many names. Apster, Apple Dapple Doo, the Purrmeister, Mr Plumy Tail, Belly Boy, and his secret name that he told no one. Apple was vocal and had names for me and frequent visitors. He clearly communicated his disatisfaction with the condition of his bowl and if I ignored his spoken command, he wrapped his arms and occassionally his teeth around my ankle. In the morning, when he wanted his shower, he sat on my chest and batted at my nose. If this failed to produce his desired results, he resorted to toe biting. I moved my feet and the chase was on, me making a complete circuit of the bed to avoid those pointy teeth, wanting just 5 more minutes of sleep.
I miss him so.
im sorry for your loss. i like you saying that "I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you." I think that's true. my angel acorn was never mad with me being away either.his face always lit up when he saw me. thank you for reminding me our angels at the bridge wont be mad waiting for us to meet them there either.apple sounded like a sweetheart that brought much joy for those many years. my heart is with you.
with love corina and her angels
I am so sorry about your loss of Apple. You absolutely did the right thing for him as hard as it is. I have lost more than one to cancer.
My Little Guy's twin brother, Keeper, I lost in 2002 within a week's time...he too had an ultrasound and needle biopsy...and he was so weak afterwards. His cancer was in both his lungs...no surgery but drugs might buy him 6 months or so if we forced the pills down him.
I know how hard that decision is...I have made it more than once....more than twice....
Putting him before your own desires is the one way we can repay those years of unconditional love they showered us with. I just hate cancer so much. It steals time away from us and our babies.
I am glad you had 13 years with him. You must have some pictures you could share with us here. Your stories about him are beautiful.
I have never been able to get over the.....one day he is here....the next day he is gone. It too often happens that fast but if it has to happen I would take fast over them suffering any pain and being made to linger.....I cannot do that to these babies who give us so much and ask so little in return.
I know you miss him terribly. When I lost my Little Guy...my home was empty and after some months of aimless wondering what to do and lots of tears...I realized I needed a furbaby in my home so I adopted a cat and he truly is the distraction I need. No one ever replaces what I had but for me, I needed help to get rid of the daily pain....I needed a distraction and it worked.
You mentioned wanting a belly curl. With my 3 that I lost over the last 5 years or so....I took hair from their hairbrush and kept that.
I put it in a ziplock bag for each of them along with a favorite rainbow ball they each loved and it is the only way I can actually physically touch them again. That hair is just as soft now as it was in 2002 (Keeper's) which surprised me. Maybe you will find some of Apple's fur around your home or in his hairbrush. I hope you do.
I love your story about Apple as a kitten. I got my 3 as kittens born to a feral mom in my backyard. Such tiny sweethearts. You said Apple grew to 20 lbs. My Little Guy was the biggest at 16 lbs. His twin brother was 12 lbs. Their tiny sister was 9 lbs.
There were many years of fun and laughter and I am glad for the time I had mine and I know your time with Apple is just
priceless to you too.
We love them so much that the pain is our missing them that much. What helps me is I believe that they do have a time they have to leave and when that time comes there will be nothing we can do to prevent it. It took me years to figure this one out but it helps me when I realize that was nothing I could do to change what happened and there never will be ....in the future. But I do know that the years I have them with me that are the good memories.....that can happen again. It is never the same and there is no replacement for these babies because each one is special, unique, and truly priceless in their own way. But I do know if one is not taken from me, I would never know the next one, and so on...and sometimes I wonder if this is the true purpose of these special ones being here. To teach us about unconditional love so we want to seek it again when they are physically gone.
My favorite Mom's remark: The pain of losing him will never ever be greater than the joy of knowing him.
These words still help me when I fall back into grief from time to time. I remember the "joy" and that helps me back on the road to healing.
Again...I am so very sorry it was Apple's time but I am glad you had those years with him. I have had others who were not with me that long but no matter how long it is...it is never long enough....and it never will be.
Hugs and peace..and a special hug for your sweet Angel....Apple.
Judy
My Little Guy's twin brother, Keeper, I lost in 2002 within a week's time...he too had an ultrasound and needle biopsy...and he was so weak afterwards. His cancer was in both his lungs...no surgery but drugs might buy him 6 months or so if we forced the pills down him.
I know how hard that decision is...I have made it more than once....more than twice....
Putting him before your own desires is the one way we can repay those years of unconditional love they showered us with. I just hate cancer so much. It steals time away from us and our babies.
I am glad you had 13 years with him. You must have some pictures you could share with us here. Your stories about him are beautiful.
I have never been able to get over the.....one day he is here....the next day he is gone. It too often happens that fast but if it has to happen I would take fast over them suffering any pain and being made to linger.....I cannot do that to these babies who give us so much and ask so little in return.
I know you miss him terribly. When I lost my Little Guy...my home was empty and after some months of aimless wondering what to do and lots of tears...I realized I needed a furbaby in my home so I adopted a cat and he truly is the distraction I need. No one ever replaces what I had but for me, I needed help to get rid of the daily pain....I needed a distraction and it worked.
You mentioned wanting a belly curl. With my 3 that I lost over the last 5 years or so....I took hair from their hairbrush and kept that.
I put it in a ziplock bag for each of them along with a favorite rainbow ball they each loved and it is the only way I can actually physically touch them again. That hair is just as soft now as it was in 2002 (Keeper's) which surprised me. Maybe you will find some of Apple's fur around your home or in his hairbrush. I hope you do.
I love your story about Apple as a kitten. I got my 3 as kittens born to a feral mom in my backyard. Such tiny sweethearts. You said Apple grew to 20 lbs. My Little Guy was the biggest at 16 lbs. His twin brother was 12 lbs. Their tiny sister was 9 lbs.
There were many years of fun and laughter and I am glad for the time I had mine and I know your time with Apple is just
priceless to you too.
We love them so much that the pain is our missing them that much. What helps me is I believe that they do have a time they have to leave and when that time comes there will be nothing we can do to prevent it. It took me years to figure this one out but it helps me when I realize that was nothing I could do to change what happened and there never will be ....in the future. But I do know that the years I have them with me that are the good memories.....that can happen again. It is never the same and there is no replacement for these babies because each one is special, unique, and truly priceless in their own way. But I do know if one is not taken from me, I would never know the next one, and so on...and sometimes I wonder if this is the true purpose of these special ones being here. To teach us about unconditional love so we want to seek it again when they are physically gone.
My favorite Mom's remark: The pain of losing him will never ever be greater than the joy of knowing him.
These words still help me when I fall back into grief from time to time. I remember the "joy" and that helps me back on the road to healing.
Again...I am so very sorry it was Apple's time but I am glad you had those years with him. I have had others who were not with me that long but no matter how long it is...it is never long enough....and it never will be.
Hugs and peace..and a special hug for your sweet Angel....Apple.
Judy
Hi, AppleCat. Please permit me to offer you my sincerest sympathies in the loss of your beloved Apple. It is never easy to lose a beloved furchild no matter what the cir%%stances are. Thank you so much for sharing some of your fond memories of him with us in this time of great sorrow for you. Your grief journey is just beginning, and there will be some difficult days as you adjust your life without the blessing of Apple's physical presence with you. But please know you are not alone in your journey. Each of us understands the deep loss of a furchild, and we are here for you for as long and as often as you need us. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, AppleCat, and please let us know how you're doing.
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
I'm so sorry for your loss of your precious fur baby Apple and can only echo everything that everyone has said already. How gosh awful you must be feeling right now. Your sorrow and pain are so deep, fresh and raw. Sending Angels to comfort and guide you through what must be about the most terribly difficult time in your life.
I'm also sending Friendship Angel Kitty to watch over you and your Angel fur baby Apple, too!
You are so very dear!
Many Comforting Hugs!!!
Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
I'm also sending Friendship Angel Kitty to watch over you and your Angel fur baby Apple, too!
You are so very dear!
Many Comforting Hugs!!!
Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
QUOTE (sissycat @ Aug 22 2008, 12:28 AM)
First I offer my sympathy. You have already spoken of great memories of you AppleCat. Must have been a great time with him. Yes, I believe they do pick us too. lol.
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
Your decision was very hard I'm sure, but you gave him a great gift of no more pain and suffering.
I can picture him running free at the Rainbow bridge with a new body-- waiting for the day you meet again.
All of us here feel your pain. Today is the 11 week anniversary of the loss of my Sissycat. It will get better in time.
Please continue to post here. Tell more stories, post pictures, or just talk. Everyone is here for you!!!!
Many Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"kim"
I am very sorry for your loss. What a face, I giggled at it. He looks so ornery, that picture speaks volumes. You have wonderful memories of him, I love the loathsome sweeper, the toe biting and the secret name...I am admittedly intrigued. I know of the many names of cats. Mine have probably 5 each...
Your post is heartbreaking and reminds me all too well how raw the grief is. The sudden shock of it all and bearing the burden alone are things that I too experienced. Please post here often, I would love to see more pictures of that face.
Sarah
Your post is heartbreaking and reminds me all too well how raw the grief is. The sudden shock of it all and bearing the burden alone are things that I too experienced. Please post here often, I would love to see more pictures of that face.
Sarah
QUOTE (AppleCat @ Aug 21 2008, 11:03 PM)
My beautiful boy Apple died on July 23 and I am inconsolable. I have lost all of my grandparents, my father and a much beloved aunt and never felt the level of grief I am feeling now. The pain is physical.
Apple started vomiting in late May so I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a UTI and Irritable bowel syndrome. I got him special food and began giving him a couple of pills a day, one for the infection and one for the digestion. He seemed eager for his meals in the morning and evening but I came to realize that he was not really eating a lot. There were weeks that he seemed fine and weeks when he seemed sick. One day, I was petting him and realized that I could feel the knots of his spinal column so I weighed him and he had lost 4 lbs!
The vet recommended an ultra sound and needle aspiration and the results were a cancer of the bowel. So they tell me that he could have surgery and chemo and I could have 3 months to a year with him. But he had that look in his eye, a thousand yard stare, I did not want him to suffer any more. So I made the hardest decision of my life and held him in my arms as the vet administered the fatal injection.
I could have made a call and a half dozen people would have been there with me but I could not say the words out loud. I wish now that they were there to help me make decisions about my boy's remains. I would give anything to have a single belly curl.
Apple came to me as a kitten. My friend had adopted a stray Maine Coon cat and she was pregnant. I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you. Well, these 6 kittens came tumbling down the stairs and Apple-his litter name was Spike- came right to the place I was sitting on the floor and climbed into my lap. He was a tuxedo Maine Coon and at 6 weeks old he could sit in the palm of my hand and lick his bright red kitten belly so I named him Apple.
We were together for over 13 years. Eventually the kitten that could sit in my palm became a 20 lb cat. He was fond of showers, drank from the faucet and if ever was forced to use a water bowl, lifted the water to his mouth cupped in his hand. He came to the car to greet me when I came home in the evening. He never punished me for going on trips, if anything he was more loving when I came home. He loathed thunderstorms, barnswallows and the vacuum cleaner.
As all cats do, he had many names. Apster, Apple Dapple Doo, the Purrmeister, Mr Plumy Tail, Belly Boy, and his secret name that he told no one. Apple was vocal and had names for me and frequent visitors. He clearly communicated his disatisfaction with the condition of his bowl and if I ignored his spoken command, he wrapped his arms and occassionally his teeth around my ankle. In the morning, when he wanted his shower, he sat on my chest and batted at my nose. If this failed to produce his desired results, he resorted to toe biting. I moved my feet and the chase was on, me making a complete circuit of the bed to avoid those pointy teeth, wanting just 5 more minutes of sleep.
I miss him so.
Apple started vomiting in late May so I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with a UTI and Irritable bowel syndrome. I got him special food and began giving him a couple of pills a day, one for the infection and one for the digestion. He seemed eager for his meals in the morning and evening but I came to realize that he was not really eating a lot. There were weeks that he seemed fine and weeks when he seemed sick. One day, I was petting him and realized that I could feel the knots of his spinal column so I weighed him and he had lost 4 lbs!
The vet recommended an ultra sound and needle aspiration and the results were a cancer of the bowel. So they tell me that he could have surgery and chemo and I could have 3 months to a year with him. But he had that look in his eye, a thousand yard stare, I did not want him to suffer any more. So I made the hardest decision of my life and held him in my arms as the vet administered the fatal injection.
I could have made a call and a half dozen people would have been there with me but I could not say the words out loud. I wish now that they were there to help me make decisions about my boy's remains. I would give anything to have a single belly curl.
Apple came to me as a kitten. My friend had adopted a stray Maine Coon cat and she was pregnant. I have always believed that you pick your dog but your cat picks you. Well, these 6 kittens came tumbling down the stairs and Apple-his litter name was Spike- came right to the place I was sitting on the floor and climbed into my lap. He was a tuxedo Maine Coon and at 6 weeks old he could sit in the palm of my hand and lick his bright red kitten belly so I named him Apple.
We were together for over 13 years. Eventually the kitten that could sit in my palm became a 20 lb cat. He was fond of showers, drank from the faucet and if ever was forced to use a water bowl, lifted the water to his mouth cupped in his hand. He came to the car to greet me when I came home in the evening. He never punished me for going on trips, if anything he was more loving when I came home. He loathed thunderstorms, barnswallows and the vacuum cleaner.
As all cats do, he had many names. Apster, Apple Dapple Doo, the Purrmeister, Mr Plumy Tail, Belly Boy, and his secret name that he told no one. Apple was vocal and had names for me and frequent visitors. He clearly communicated his disatisfaction with the condition of his bowl and if I ignored his spoken command, he wrapped his arms and occassionally his teeth around my ankle. In the morning, when he wanted his shower, he sat on my chest and batted at my nose. If this failed to produce his desired results, he resorted to toe biting. I moved my feet and the chase was on, me making a complete circuit of the bed to avoid those pointy teeth, wanting just 5 more minutes of sleep.
I miss him so.
Hi,
I am so sorry for your loss. It is so horrible when they are fine one day, and sick the next. I went through the same thing with my Max, my little guy, my bunny. He was always so sweet and giving and kind to everyone, even strangers. Until one day, he couldn't walk so good, took him to the vet, said he had extreme muscle loss ( all of a sudden??), and the next thing we knew, he couldn't even stand up!!! I tried to keep him around for a week, with pills they prescribed, of course, hoping he would get better.
But, the point I'm getting to, is as he lay there looking cute and normal, he was half the little man he was 1 week prior. He was peeing all the time, and I knew he felt embarassed. I saw the look in his eyes also, the look of misery, staring, wanting to be able to move and run and come to me when I called, but not being able to. I took him back to the vet 1 week later, and he had lost another pound or so, and they said the outlook was pretty grim.
My husband and I made the decision to let him go, with some dignity. July 19th will forever be embedded in my mind, I lost my buddy, my beautiful angel, my little man....... But he wouldn't have wanted to live like that, this I know.
So, my thoughts to you are, you are not alone. We, as their parents, have to make these decisions, but we do what is right in our hearts, and for them.
God bless you, and I am truly sorry for your loss.
Geese
I am so sorry for your loss. It is so horrible when they are fine one day, and sick the next. I went through the same thing with my Max, my little guy, my bunny. He was always so sweet and giving and kind to everyone, even strangers. Until one day, he couldn't walk so good, took him to the vet, said he had extreme muscle loss ( all of a sudden??), and the next thing we knew, he couldn't even stand up!!! I tried to keep him around for a week, with pills they prescribed, of course, hoping he would get better.
But, the point I'm getting to, is as he lay there looking cute and normal, he was half the little man he was 1 week prior. He was peeing all the time, and I knew he felt embarassed. I saw the look in his eyes also, the look of misery, staring, wanting to be able to move and run and come to me when I called, but not being able to. I took him back to the vet 1 week later, and he had lost another pound or so, and they said the outlook was pretty grim.
My husband and I made the decision to let him go, with some dignity. July 19th will forever be embedded in my mind, I lost my buddy, my beautiful angel, my little man....... But he wouldn't have wanted to live like that, this I know.
So, my thoughts to you are, you are not alone. We, as their parents, have to make these decisions, but we do what is right in our hearts, and for them.
God bless you, and I am truly sorry for your loss.
Geese
What a picture!!!!!! To me is looks as if he were saying "Get that camera outta my face or i'm gonna get you!!!!!" Just lovely. His face is so beautiful. I just love the black/white kitties. My Sissycat was one and so are her 2 sisters and mother.
Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!
Hugs to you!!!!!!!!!
How very beautiful and precious your most beloved, cherished Apple is. I can tell your pain is still so very overwhelming. I know just what you mean about your grief being even more than when others have passed. I screamed and cried more for Alex than I have for any other fur or feather child who has crossed over to The Rainbow Bridge. Even more than when my Dad and late husband passed away and Kenny was the most wonderful man I ever knew. Oh sure, I cried for all of them and how. Big time grief and crying. It's just that this last time was the worst. Now, I have only the fondest memories of the others but know it will take more time to get over Alex. I'm getting there though. I sure am.
Here's a song that brings me comfort at these most difficult times and I hope it helps you, too. Remember, a breath away is not very far at all to where your AppleCat is. If you're able to hear and view videos, please click on your precious Apple's photo to watch and listen and I'll post the lyrics to the song, too. God Bless You, Dear One!
Sending More Comforting Hugs!!!
Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
Here's a song that brings me comfort at these most difficult times and I hope it helps you, too. Remember, a breath away is not very far at all to where your AppleCat is. If you're able to hear and view videos, please click on your precious Apple's photo to watch and listen and I'll post the lyrics to the song, too. God Bless You, Dear One!
"To Where You Are"
Who can say for certain maybe you're still here. I feel you all around me. Your memory's so clear.
Deep in the stillness, I can hear you speak. You're still an inspiration. Can it be? That you are my Forever Love. And you are watching over me from up above!
Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile!
If only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.
Are you gently sleeping here inside my dream? And isn't faith believing all power can't be seen.
As my heart holds you just one beat away, I cherish all you gave me everyday!
'Cause you are my Forever Love watching me from up above.
And I believe that Angels breathe and that love will live on and never leave!
Fly me up to where you are, beyond the distant star! I wish upon tonight to see you smile.
If only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are!
I know you're there! A breath away's not far to where you are!
Who can say for certain maybe you're still here. I feel you all around me. Your memory's so clear.
Deep in the stillness, I can hear you speak. You're still an inspiration. Can it be? That you are my Forever Love. And you are watching over me from up above!
Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile!
If only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.
Are you gently sleeping here inside my dream? And isn't faith believing all power can't be seen.
As my heart holds you just one beat away, I cherish all you gave me everyday!
'Cause you are my Forever Love watching me from up above.
And I believe that Angels breathe and that love will live on and never leave!
Fly me up to where you are, beyond the distant star! I wish upon tonight to see you smile.
If only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are!
I know you're there! A breath away's not far to where you are!
Sending More Comforting Hugs!!!
Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
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