Originally posted by wormwoodoh, i'm so sorry,
inconclusive evidence, as the vulcans would say. most likely she ran into the crazy old cat killer guy in the neighborhood, who should be hanged high from his nuts as an example for all animal abusers. the same guy poisoned löka with rat poison.
Originally posted by darvlayno it's not, you're most likely with your pets than with you are with friends. It's harder to let go when they've been through almost every thing with you. sigh, oh man, i'm crying again! damn
True enough. I had to hold her in my arms while they put her down. I thought I would be okay with it but it turns out I wasn't. :'( I've had friends close to me die as well and, it's weird, but I was much more emotional when my cat died. Is that psychotic of me? What would a psychiatrist say about that?
Originally posted by darvlayNot really. Darvs.
True enough. I had to hold her in my arms while they put her down. I thought I would be okay with it but it turns out I wasn't. :'( I've had friends close to me die as well and, it's weird, but I was much more emotional when my cat died. Is that psychotic of me? What would a psychiatrist say about that?
It all comes down to the typical "parent - child" relationship we have with our pets.
Nurture and raise something means that the bond that much stronger.
Originally posted by darvlaywilma was quite old for a cat, so it had been coming a long time. I thought also that I'd be okay, but when she was finally put down (pretty much everything in her body began to shut down, from old age, she stopped eating etc.) it blindsided me completely. I guess knowing that it's happening doesn't really make much difference when it actually happens. I was twelve when I got her, just a kid myself, and I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
True enough. I had to hold her in my arms while they put her down. I thought I would be okay with it but it turns out I wasn't. :'( I've had friends close to me die as well and, it's weird, but I was much more emotional when my cat died. Is that psychotic of me? What would a psychiatrist say about that?
I've had a friend die on me as well, and although you never really get over it (we still talk about him every time the old gang gets together, after ten years, and not a month goes by that I wouldn't think about him) it's just not as emotional as with pets.
Originally posted by darvlaySome "close" friend you must be. 😕
True enough. I had to hold her in my arms while they put her down. I thought I would be okay with it but it turns out I wasn't. :'( I've had friends close to me die as well and, it's weird, but I was much more emotional when my cat died. Is that psychotic of me? What would a psychiatrist say about that?
On Sunday, May 19th 1991, my Maine Coon/Wildcat cross Asmodeus had a one-way ticket to the vet in Oxford. He was about 16 and had been suffering from renal failure for a few months. I asked the vet if it would be possible for me to administer the injection myself (I had since the age of ten been used to injecting my diabetic mother with insulin twice daily.) Permission was refused, and the clumsy oaf struggled to find a vein and spilled quite a bit of blood from the animal’s paw. He must have been a strong old boy, for he took over a minute to succumb to this preliminary shot. Then a second shot was administered directly into his heart. I saw life leave him. I fainted. They charged me £13. I wept bitterly on the bus home, but nothing could have compared to my howling when I saw, in the garden, a small, cat-shaped depression in the grass that had been his favourite spot.
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In May this year my old girl cat, Phoebe, followed me across a road. She heard a car coming and ran back towards our house, unfortunately she ran INTO the car that was coming. The driver tried to avoid her, but couldn't. She ran away into the woods and never came back. We looked for her and called for at least a week.
My son saw it all and it's really sad because she was his cat and he can't remember the time when we didn't have her - he's 17 and she would have been 15 years old tomorrow.
Originally posted by MathurineYou should have tied it to a tree and shot it.
On Sunday, May 19th 1991, my Maine Coon/Wildcat cross Asmodeus had a one-way ticket to the vet in Oxford. He was about 16 and had been suffering from renal failure for a few months. I asked the vet if it would be possible for me to administer the injection myself (I had since the age of ten been used to injecting my diabetic mother with insulin tw ...[text shortened]... n, a small, cat-shaped depression in the grass that had been his favourite spot.
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Originally posted by PalynkaAnd the Nobel Prize for Crass Insensitivity goes to.........
You should have tied it to a tree and shot it.
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Originally posted by wormwoodYes. I keep them in my cupboard with my grandma.
anybody on this site have dead animals? I have a dead cat. well two actually, wilma & her son, löka. löka's been dead for almost 15 years now, but wilma died may 1st this spring, at the age of 19 years. so, even though wilma lived longer, löka is her senior cat in death.