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**retyopj** · 06-01-2011, 03:51 PM

I've only just got Rigby, but I know it will be hard come her time (hopefully many years from now). My biggest challenge is with my cats, since my childhood dog died in 2007. My oldest cat who lives with my parents is pushing 15, and has been through at least 8 of his 9 lives...and I hate to think of him going.

But it's my black snuggle cat that I worry about the most. I am SO attached to that cat, that I even feel guilty that I got a dog, since he's not the center of my attention anymore.

He's only about 6 or 7, so he's got years left in him, hopefully, but I can't stand to leave him alone for a night, knowing how he loves to snuggle into the crook of my arm every night and purr...

Losing my childhood dog was tough...he had bonded mostly with my mother, but we all loved the hell out of him. It was tough...really tough, and I still get teary to this day thinking about his last week, and how weak and fragile he was, and how scared he must have been. But, grief is like that. You have to move on and realize that you gave them the best life you could...and remember that every day while they are still here. You'll miss these days when they're gone.

06-01-2011, 03:51 PM	#10
retyopj Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 477 Senior Member	I've only just got Rigby, but I know it will be hard come her time (hopefully many years from now). My biggest challenge is with my cats, since my childhood dog died in 2007. My oldest cat who lives with my parents is pushing 15, and has been through at least 8 of his 9 lives...and I hate to think of him going. But it's my black snuggle cat that I worry about the most. I am SO attached to that cat, that I even feel guilty that I got a dog, since he's not the center of my attention anymore. He's only about 6 or 7, so he's got years left in him, hopefully, but I can't stand to leave him alone for a night, knowing how he loves to snuggle into the crook of my arm every night and purr... Losing my childhood dog was tough...he had bonded mostly with my mother, but we all loved the hell out of him. It was tough...really tough, and I still get teary to this day thinking about his last week, and how weak and fragile he was, and how scared he must have been. But, grief is like that. You have to move on and realize that you gave them the best life you could...and remember that every day while they are still here. You'll miss these days when they're gone.
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