[sadgpokx]

Im very sorry your cat, Happy, had to be put to sleep.I know how it feels, as my kitten, Bootsy, had to be put to sleep as well because of cancer of the kidneys.She was 7 and a half months.Believe me it is hard at first but you will get over it in time.Rest in peace Happy and Rest in peace Bootsy.

[resegooredo]

Quote, originally posted by FunMaster07 »Im very sorry your cat, Happy, had to be put to sleep.I know how it feels, as my kitten, Bootsy, had to be put to sleep as well because of cancer of the kidneys.She was 7 and a half months.Believe me it is hard at first but you will get over it in time.Rest in peace Happy and Rest in peace Bootsy.
Thank you

[Repwailia]

I bet it took a lot to post that up, so thankyou for sharing that mate. It's really humbeling to read something like that and it puts a lot into perspective. When things like this happen the materialistic things just seem to fade away and the things that are closest to you become more focused. A lot of people laugh when I say my dog is my best mate. But the connection someone can form with their animals is just phenominal. The fact my dog never judges me, never backstabs me, trusts me and when I'm down somehow knows and will sit next to me with his head on the ground and try to get me motivated assures me of this fact. Sometimes it's good having a friend that can't reply.
I wish you all the best man. I'm sure your cat is in a happy place now.

[resegooredo]

Thank you again for the very sensitive and understanding reply.

[genna]

Let me also add my condolences. I know that empty feeling.
I had three cats, all related. The oldest Princess, a tortoise shell, her daughter Jess, short hair with patches, and Jess's daughter that looked exactly the same as her so my dad called her 'Jess Junior', though she was long hair. My brother and I made him shorten it to JJ.
JJ was like a mix of the best bits of her mother and grandmother. She was playful and energetic like her grandmother, yet affectionate and clever like her mother. She was the youngest and the runt of the litter, we thought that we were going to loose her when she was born, but she proved that she was a fighter.
My mum had decided that she didn't want to keep any kittens from Jess' litter, like she had kept Jess. But the next day Jess just wasn't Jess, she wouldn't eat or sleep without JJ - her favourite from the litter being the only female. Naturally this made my mum upset, and my brother. So my mum made my dad go back to the lady that we had given them to re-home to get JJ back - my dad wasn't too keen though.
A few hours later and JJ was back, playing in the garden, Jess was happy again - it was like nothing had happened.
A few months went by and JJ was old enough to be neutered. I finished university for Christmas on a Friday, and when asked if I was doing anything interesting by one of my friends Al, I joked "I've got to take my cat to the vet's, for the snip", he smiled and said "I'll keep my fingers crossed".
JJ was supposed to go in to the vet's on the Monday, and we gave her a bath, because she was a little stinky. My mum usually hates giving them baths and I remember her joking that it was the last bath that JJ would ever have. After she was dry I watched some telly and her tiny tired body fell asleep on my chest. I thought that she was just tired after having a bath.
The next day, my brother and I put her into the pet carrier and my dad took her to the vets. A few hours went by and after lunch my dad rang the vet to see what time we could pick her up. "What do you mean she's not waking up?", "Is she in danger of loosing her life?" is all that I can remember of my dad's conversation with the vet. She said that she'd ordered some tests and that we'd know more after five o'clock.
It was like 10 Downing Street during a national crisis in my house. My mum and dad planned what they were going to do next, my mum even said that that my dad had a little cry. My brother and I just stopped what we were doing and couldn't think about anything else.
My dad decided to ring the vet again to see if we could see JJ. The vet said that it would probably be best, and asked my dad if he wanted JJ to be put to sleep. He said no, and that he wanted to see her first. We pilled into the Rover and drove to the vets.
When we got there the vet said that JJ had FIP - feline infectious peritonitis, apparently 5% of all cats get it. Fluid was building up in her abdomen, and that there was no treatment. One of the nurses bought her in, and she immediately perked up, as if she were saying "I want to go home now". The vet still wanted to put her down.
We took her home and were a bit sceptical about the vets diagnosis at first. JJ was eating, not that much as would be expected after coming round from anaesthetic. The next day she didn't touch her food at all, only eating tiny amounts. For the next few days we had to feed her milk with a syringe, and my mum and dad let her sleep in her basket in their room so that they could keep an eye on her during the night. My dad said that she experienced several 'fit like' episodes, so they decided to let JJ sleep with Princess and Jess. The next day she was gone. My dad said that her tiny body was stiff and cold so we reckon that she passed away at some time during the early morning. My dad buried her before my brother and I woke up - don't really understand why, we weren't kids anymore.
JJ died a week before Christmas, 18th December 2004, aged seven months. Her death ruined my whole Christmas. I didn't even get any real work done for University either, I was so upset.
She didn't have a very long life, but I'm sure that it was I happy one. She was loved a lot and is sorely missed, as I am sure your cat is.

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[resegooredo]

Sad, but touching story about your kitty.
These little creatures sure have a way fo getting into our lives, and impacting us greatly.
Thankyou for sharing your story.

[resegooredo]

The Saturday before Christmas, I had to take our little girl kitty, Happy, down to the vet, and have her put to sleep. We have owned dogs, cats, rabbits, gerbils, parakeets, and aquarium fish, but Happy-Kitty, was so special. She was only 9 years old, and that's not very old for a kitty.
About a year ago, she started wheezing a lot, and the vet said she had Asthma. I gave her all the medications for Asthma, and also had to contend with intermittent ear infections, and other things that this poor little kitty would go through with the Asthma.
Why is she so special? Well, first of all, she was brought home from a little pet store by our middle son. You know; those little surprises that Mom and Dad are supposed to accept, and live with. "Hi, Mom, Hi Dad, look what I've got here. Isn't she cute and cuttley?". Well, this little kitten of unknown pedigree that looked like your basic brown tabby with little white paws and a white spotted tummy was something else. First of all, she had been weaned too young and didn't know how to even lap up milk or eat soft or crunchy cat food. Dear old dad here, became the nurse-made of Happy-Kitty. I bought that stuff called KLM that's supposed to be digestible for young kittens. We set up a little litter box in our sons room and he(son) and I worked on getting little Happy-Kitty to learn to eat, so she wouldn't starve to death. Well at the time we had two(Yes Two others!) other Kitties in the house who were just barely adults cats. The male adult kitty named Teddy was a 23 pound Balinese cat, and was a pretty laid-back guy. Anyway, little Happy Kitty would follow Teddy everywhere. Teddy, didn't want to have anything to do with Happy, but gradually he accepted her, and little Happy and Teddy became best friends. Teddy a male, actually showed little Happy how to eat solid food and lap up liquids with her tongue. Big old Teddy would even tolerate this little pudgy Tabby kitten wrestling him.
One day, we heard a muffled crying sound that we knew was little Happy. Dear old Teddy decided that the wrestling was over, and he basically just laid down on little Happy. She was buried under this 23 pound guy, like a baby chick under momma hen's butt. Anyway, she/Happy squirmed out from under Teddy, and was no worse for wear. We laughed and laughed. Teddy just needed to settle down this little rascal that wanted to keep pestering and playing with him.
Well, 9 years later, I'm sitting in the vet's office with Happy in a cat carrier. Her head is nuzzled into a clean terry towel that I just put in the carrier at home. Happy's original Asthma, was actually the beginning of Nasal Cancer. I have worked hard for the last two months giving Happy all the comfort possible to her. In fact two months earlier, I brought her in and asked the vet if she was suffering? The vet didn't think so, but said that we would know when the time had come to say good bye to Happy. I think today is the day. The Cancer has pushed some tissue up her nasal tract on one side to the point that you can see a tumor-like tissue almost coming out of her nostril. The other nostril just runs all the time and I'm forever wiping her nose, and putting terry towels on all of our furniture where she wants to lay. I'm giving her meds in the morning and meds in the evening. I prodded and pushed her to eat, even though her nasal breathing was getting so labored.
During all this time, Happy Cat, with her labored breathing, would come to me, purring, and jump/crawl up on my lap and just stare into my eyes, with this alert, sweet look of some type of comprehension. She would lift her paw up and touch my chin and cheek and nuzzle her head into my chest or lap.
I never owned a kitty that would make distinct eye-contact with my eyes like Happy. All animals will look you in the eyes at times, but Happy did it all the time. She seemed to innately know that my or my wife's eyes were the point of recognition between her and us. It was a very loving stair.
Well, about a day and a half ago, that little stare didn't happen. Happy's eyes weren't open big and round. They were, maybe 2/3rds open, and she seemed like she was staring past us. She wanted to just lay down and not move all day. In my gut, I knew that something seriously was happening finally.
The doctor told me that he believed that she was finally at the point where she is trully suffering. He felt that the tumor in her nasal passage was inevitably going to push back to her brain and that internal bleeding would ensue. He also thought there was some swelling happening above her nose and in the area of her eyes. He said that there were alternatives, such as radiation, etc.., but me and the wife are not of great monetary means, and can only afford so much for our little pets. Never the less, the vet felt that those alternatives would only possibly postpone the inevitable.
I finally said, "ok", to putting Happy to sleep. The doctor asked me if I would want to be present when he administered the high dose, barbituate into Happy's I.V.. I said, "No.".. I just didn't think I could stand to watch the lethal med being administered into her. A couple minutes later, I changed my mind. I wasn't going to sit there in the waiting room and see Happy and carrier carted off, and then expect the doctor to come out and say, it's done. I had to be by Happy's side when she passed away.
I waited in a special little room at the animal hospital. The doctor came in with our Happy laying/I.V. inserted, on a nice cozy lambs wool blanket. She was just stretched-out with her head laying on the lambs wool. I asked the doctor if she had been sedated, as she just laid there not moving but just half stairing and breathing quietly. "No, she's not sedated.", said the doctor. Now was the time for me to give the "ok", or "Go ahead, doctor." instructions. I petted Happy's back, and even lifted her weak head and scratched her chin. I couldn't hold it any longer. I sobbed, and sobbed, and said, "goodbye Happy" in my sobs. There was ample Kleenex there. I nodded to the doctor, and he inserted a syringe into the I.V.. Within just seconds, Happy just went limp and stopped breathing........I sobbed, again... I felt like an executioner, and I know that I was doing Happy a favor, yet, I was thinking about those little warm white booted paws that used to stroke my face, and those eyes that looked deep into mine. She was gone. Her eyes didn't close at her parting. I tried to close her eyes with my fingers, but the doctor said that they always die with their eyes open. I couldn't stand looking at Happy stairing as though there was this void in her. The doctor left me with Happy and said to let him know when I was ready to release her to them. I finally stopped crying, and took the lambs wool blanket and covered Happy's lifeless shell. I tapped on the door and the doctor came in and took Happy's body away.
Well, it's been about a week and a half since Happy's parting, and I'm doing much better now. Every once in a while, I see this picture of her in that room just as she passed on and I cringe inside, and get this terrible feeling of loss of a little friend.
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Ok folks, I'm a biblical Christian, and I hope you don't think that I place the lives of pets over the loss of humans and especially our loved-ones. I definitely don't. Yet, I was really impacted, this time and at times in the past by the passing of my/our little furry friends.
I lost my Mom to Lupus in 1992, and my father to a heart attack in 1995. My mother sufferered terribly, and was only about 70 lbs. when she passed away. My Dad passed away quietly, and peacefully in his sleep.
I love and loved my parents beyond all imagination. Yet, some how I was better equipped to handle their passing, than I have with these little pets in my life. I know that God understands all the intricacies of life, and the bonds that we humans form with our loved ones, friends, etc... Yet, I never thought growing up that I would ever morn the loss of a pet-animal the way I recently have.
I'm a grandpa, a husband, and a dad. I know that my grand children(4 of them), sons(3 married), and my wife are so special to me, and are literal gifts from God. I know that if something horrendous happened to them, I would suffer much greater loss than this recent parting of Happy Kitty.
I miss Mom and Dad, yet I am a dad myself, and a husband as my dad was, and a grandfather as my dad was.
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Well, in some mysterious way, I've have gotten much enjoyment out of having a little pet-friend too.
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I will always remember you Happy. I even think God used you, a simple little common breed cat to touch my life and others in a special way. Good bye Happy. I will always miss you.

[Storwaytozy]

I am sobbing now. That is such a touching event. I am so sorry your cat had to go. I had a puppy, a West Highland White Terrier, which died of being struck by a football while I walked him in the park. I know how you feel and I took my puppy, Cherry, as family. I know it would've been the same to you. I always used to cuddle him and he used to bark at strangers but always wag his tail and lick my cheek. My puppy was only 7 years old when he passed away. He was so cute but it all had happened so suddenly. I never told my friends that my dog died even though he died 2 years ago. Rest in Peace, Happy and Cherry.

[Ornamiviant]

its such a sad time when events like this happen. we had to put our Maltese, Buddy, to sleep in 2002 when his trachea calapsed. He was 15. But in the end, you learn to move on and even though Buddy can never be replaced, we got another Matlese named Cosmo in August 2005. He's 1 1/2 years old now.

[f6HLLFcw]

awww im soo sorry. we had to put down our cat zappa in may. he developed leukemia and his kidneys failed. he was 18 1/2. it was time. i loved him to death. r.i.p.

but we have a new kitty now named sushi. coolest looking cat. prefectly symmetrical gray and white with a tail that resembles a squirrels.

[Adimondin]

wow man thats sad what happened to your parents...and your cat...ive only had a fish die..
and please admin in the west have a heart...

[Mjxhnapi]

eightballsidepocket, thanks for sharing. I am sincerely touched after reading your post. I am a big pet lover so I feel how you feel, you develop feeling with them, just like how you do with your friends, family, and/or significant others. You share happiness with them, you share tragedy with them, and everything in between.
Best...

[idobestbuyonlinepp]

Sorry to hear man...
Yikes thats such a sad story
RIP Happy...
My sister just got a new cat.
It plays with our 6 Pit bulls nicely lol.

[resegooredo]

To all of you, I really appreciate your posts.
In fact, your posts show so much sensitivity, and really again bring me to tears, as we humans are really a special community, and really are a needy species. People relationships and animal friends are a special blessing, and integral to our lives.
Thank you again.

[pitoufsd]

So sorry for your loss, eightballsidepocket. I had a hamster named Blackie when I was about nine, and he was the sweetest thing. i just used to hold him and he would fall asleep in my hands. I remember when I came back from camp when I was 11 and my mom told me in the car that Blackie died. I was absolutely hysterical, so much so that my parents had to pull the car over and calm me down.
I totally know how you feel, but I'm sure that Happy is thanking you right now as you clearly have made the best decision for her.

[SAUNDERSAN]

wow, i'm really sorry for your loss...that story almost brought me to tears, i thought about me and my cat being in that situation and it really got to me. i love my cat, and i know i'll be devastated when she dies, even if it's from old age..
rest in peace happy

[Adimondin]

blackie? wow...must have been a dark hampster.

[f6HLLFcw]

or maybe it had black fur? eye of the beholder i guess...

[pitoufsd]

Quote, originally posted by against the wall »or maybe it had black fur? eye of the beholder i guess...
Yeah it had black fur