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I remember our first cat, Popcorn, from my early childhood. My family had to move from the East coast to the West coast. Popcorn was an older cat. All orange with just a little white under her chin. And over weight, of course. We did not lose her by death but my parents decided she would not make the trip well so we had to give her away. I was too take her to her new home down the street. Now, I was only 9 yrs. old and the youngest in the family. So, I did as directed, tearfully and full of anger. I didn't want to move again and especially without POPCORN!! My first of many animal losses to come.
I later learned that Popcorn did as cats will do, went back to her old home, (where we used to live), and sat on the porch waiting for our return for months to come. Bless her lonely heart. I hope to see her in Heaven.
Started by Robbin R. McManus. Last reply by Barbara Rieger Mar 2, 2015. 2 Replies 2 Likes
Poco was 2 years old when I got her. She was a sweet dauxy beagle and knew all her commands in Spanish because her previous owner was a Spanish teacher. So, my first task, besides bonding and…Continue
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Started by Lynn Jan 25, 2015. 0 Replies 0 Likes
my cat is 18 and I have anxiety and panic about what life will be like without her someday.Continue
had 2 get my cat of 16 yrs pit 2 slp lst wk i dod did iv got 2 new kitens wish taks my mnd off thngs hy thy do but not goin in vets 2 sea her pt 2 sleep i cud not do
Robbin, I am here for you. I am deeply saddened to hear of your most recent loss. All of your losses really. How can I help? I care.
I haven't kept up here like I should and I apologize. I have had other animal losses since Poco but yesterday was the most recent so I will write about him as it seems natural and the right thing to do.
When the Sun sets on an animals life
Yesterday, I had to have my wonderful buddy, Sunny put to sleep yesterday due to his increasing pain in his hips. It all started when he and I were in a car accident May 29th 2013 with a caregiver and we were both injured. He never recovered completely and even though he was still getting treatment, he was gradually getting worse with pain.
I did not want him to suffer. The day, yesterday, came that I had to make that very difficult decision. I had been praying that if he wasn't going to recover, he would go peacefully in his sleep. It didn't happen that way.
I took Sunny to the vet to see for sure what needed to be done. In the end, I had to make the very tough decision that many of us are faced with often in our lives. Sunny was laying on a very nice blanket that belonged to the office. It was nice and soft and had multiple colors. He layed on it most of the visit. God had blessed both Sunny and me some time back so that I was finally able to get down on the floor with him. This was something I hadn't been able to do much of in the past due to my knee surgeries long ago and the continued pain in both of my knees. So, I was able to get on the floor with Sunny at the vets and lye with him on the blanket. I talked with him and petted him for a long time. I signed that terrible paper giving the vet consent. The vet later came in and gave Sunny a shot that was a tranquilizer. I knew this would happen because I was told so ahead of time. I was also told that it might take affect in minutes to ten minutes and may not do much at all. He relaxed in just a few minutes. I continued to be on the blanket with Sunny, petting him and talking with him. I thanked him for sharing his life with me and told him it was an honor to share my life and have him share his life with me. The vet came in later and talked with me and was ready if I was, to put Sunny to sleep. I, of course was crying through all of this and am still crying. I said yes and continued to pet and talk with Sunny while and after she put Sunny to sleep. Eventually, his heart stopped according to the vets stehascope. He let out a couple of breathes and that was it, he was gone. I stayed with him for a bit and one of the vets staff brought me home. I have had Sunny cremated and will get his ashed in a "nice urn" in a few days. I had him cremated alone so I will get his ashes only.
Well, as you can guess, I am in a lot of pain right now.
I am going to one of Sunny's favorite parks and light a candle for him and look for squirrels, Sunny's favorite thing to do on a walk.
You are welcome Lynn, it helps me get some of my loss out. They mean so much to me.
Thanks for sharing about your beloved pet children Robin. Happy Thanksgiving.
We lost many kitties over the years. My next dog was Mariah. I got her when she was 9 weeks old. She had picked me out...from all the puppies in the litter, she is the one that picked me out! My now x husband, surprised me and went and got her, put her in her crate, and put her under the Christmas tree. She was my Christmas Puppy. I trained her to become my Service Dog and she was ready to begin working when she was just 6 mos, old. She had to wait, however, because in the state where I live, dog have to be 1 yr. old before they can get their working card. So, for the next 6 mos., I took her, on the weekends, to advanced training. When she turned 1 yr. old, she celebrated her birthday and got her yearly working dog card. Oh, by the way, I forgot to sat, she was a beautiful Golden Lab. She was so smart! When she turned 10 yrs. old, I realized it was time to begin retiring her by leaving her home at times for short periods of time and gradually lengthening the times. She wanted nothing to do with it.
When Mariah was 13 yrs. old, she went to the doctor with me and had a massive stroke. When I took her to the vet., he said to bring her some food and he would begin rehab. with her right away. I knew the right thing to do would be to let her out of her sudden artificial but cruel cage with dignity. I said no to the vet. I laid with Mariah for awhile, cried, and thanked her for choosing me to spend her life with.
Then the vet. carried her into the exam room and put her on the table, so gently. She laid on the table and I held her head in my arms. I talked with her and petted her. I told her how special she had always been to me and I would stay right there with her until the end. Eventually, her brown eyes came to a final close. I held her, rocked her, and I cried so hard, as I am now while writing this.
The vet. made a paw print, in clay that would get baked, from her paw. I still have it. My dad gave me the money to have her cremated and her ashes came back in a beautiful oak urn.
I thought I was going to die. So did my friends, I learned, when I got my next dog, 5 yrs. later. He is still alive and is 10 yrs. old now.
I just HATE death! But, as I learned from Mariah, it IS a way to make room for the next....
If you get a chance and if you want to do so, look up "The Rainbow Bridge" on the internet or ask your vet. for a copy of it. It is a place where all our animal friends wait for us.
This is dedicated to Mariah, my "Christmas Puppy".
I never knew Lynn and it broke my 9 yr. old heart. Welcome to Legacy and this group. I hope and pray you find what you need here.
I wonder if anyone helped Popcorn since someone knew she was sitting at your house alone.
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