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PET LOSS ~ TRACKS IN THE SAND

"The tracks are gone but not forgotten!"

"God takes each pet and places them on the lap of an angel."

Pet Loss ~ Tracks in the Sand

• Dak - Big White German Shepherd 3/14/02 -- Barbara, 15:20:22 03/14/02 Thu
  Dak was a once in a lifetime dog, my first boy and today he left this world. He gave me 10 years of love and the realization that because of my family he lived his life to the fullest potential. He loved me so much that it physically hurts right now. The only peace that I have is to know that he is joining my beloved Koda who died 15 months age. I envision them playing together, pain free and being our dog angels. They hold such a special place in my heart, memories and being that I imagine that someday I will be reunited with them to feel whole again. To my firstborn dogs, I love you still and you are a part of my life forever. I miss you both very much, Mommy.
  

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• We miss you -- Steve and Tiffany, 14:06:40 03/14/02 Thu
  We brought you home in 1997 to our new home and thought you would be with us forever. But all that changed that night in January 2002. I hope that by us being there with you for the 3 days made you feel better. We are still cleaning up your hair around the house and our new "monster" is still finding your food around. We now know what pain you must have been in and we are glad that you are happier now. We love you. And you will not be forgotten. Fountain says thank you for the new toy.
  

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  • Re: We miss you -- Pat and Steve, 18:51:09 03/14/02 Thu

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• My furry child -- Mary Pat, 18:12:56 03/09/02 Sat
  Yesterday, I lost my best friend and furry child, Blue. Blue was an almost 18 year old Siamese/Himalayan mix. He was dying from kidney failure and had just days to live. He was not able to eat and we made that most difficult of decisions-we chose to end his suffering. But of course, it was just the beginning of ours. We got him when he was nine weeks old. He grew up with our sons, especially our 20 year old. There was not a day that went by in all of those years that he didn't bring laughter and joy and love to our lives. He was my constant companion, my best friend, my furry child. He had such intelligence and a loving spirit. Like so many others, I feel like my heart may truly break. I held Blue in my arms in those last moments. He always trusted me to take care of him and protect him. I hope that's what I did in the end, but the feeling of guilt is there. The thought of coming home each day and not being greeted at the door, not having him follow me through the house demanding love and attention, and not having him curl up in my arms when I sleep, and not giving us all our early morning wake-up call (yowl) is almost more than I can bear. He was such a blessing to all of us-he was a member of our family. Thank you for the opportunity to share. Right now I'm having a hard time seeing God in all of this. We also lost our 14 year old Old English Sheepdog right after Thanksgiving. Too many good-byes too soon. Blue owns a big piece of my heart and will be there for the rest of my life. My heart goes out to everyone who's feeling the pain of loss.
  

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  • Re: My furry child -- Kim, 22:55:09 03/09/02 Sat
  • Re: My furry child -- Pat and Steve, 08:38:45 03/10/02 Sun
  • Re: My furry child -- Angela, 17:42:46 03/14/02 Thu

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• Binx most wonderful cat -- Angels, 01:56:16 03/11/02 Mon
  Binx, November 2000 - March 10, 2002. I knew the first time I saw him in his cage at the shelter that he was special. I asked about him and the staff at the shelter said he was just brought in and not available for adoption. He would be available on Sunday, since the shelter was closed on Sunday they Monday would be the day. I had a friend go by on Monday to see if he was still there and sure enough he was there. The friend said he was out of his cage with a couple playing with him, but they put him back in the cage and walked away. I knew Tuesday morning at 11:00 I was going to get him on my lunch hour.
  Binx is gone. I knew when I got him that that is how I would loose him, to the street. He would beg every time we went outside to go too. He would paw the glass and meow softly, as he requested to be free. Each time he would get out I would chase him down and bring him back. Today I didn't catch him he got away where I couldn't get him. I found him dead on my front porch about 1 hour later. Such a precious price to pay for 1 hour of freedom.
  
  The house is quiet without him, he would have been in here watching me right now if he were still alive. I bet he would be in the blue recliner where he liked to lay watching everything that was going on. I miss him so, he stole the things from the house and I am sure I will be finding them for years to come in all his hiding places but what he stole he can’t return and that is my heart. He had such a special place in it and now the house is quiet. You can’t replace an animal no matter what anyone says. They are all different. He knew his name and I called him my “cat-dog” because of it. He would run and fetch and loved to play with his spot. I loved the way he would run to greet me at the door, no matter if I had been gone for 1 minute or weeks on end. He loved me and I loved him back. He was the most loving cat I have had, who broke all the “cat” rules. Not sure where he came from but I know there will never be another one like him. Will replace him, that will never be. But will I break another cat off death row? I am sure it will happen. There will be others who will grace my door, but I will never forget him for all the wonderful things he did, and how he made my heart sing when we were together.
  
  I miss you Binx, please know “Mommy loves you.” I know you have passed to the other side, and I know you are safe and happy. I hope you are outside playing in the sun where you always wanted to be. I love you and I am sure you know it.
  

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  • Re: Binx most wonderful cat -- Pat and Steve, 19:25:06 03/11/02 Mon

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• Spex almost 17 yrs old.... -- Devastated since November, 17:26:56 03/07/02 Thu
  has been my dog since 1985. He's a mutt I guess. He look's like "Wishbone", if you know who that is. Spex was great with a frissbee. Would climb tree's to get whatever you put up there. His back legs are gone. Can't move them. I carry him in and out and hold him while goes to the bathroom. He sleeps next to me and while I'm home he'll sit beside me. When I'm not he has his own bed. His mind is fine. Most people say "It's time". The vet says he's not suffering it's just as long as I want to deal with it. Well my family left me the first of November. Divorce is on going. She's keeping my 8 year old son away from me. I'm not allowed to see him. With this going on I can't seem to get the strength to put down Spex. Tell me what YOU think I should do.
  

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  • Re: Spex almost 17 yrs old.... -- Pat and Steve, 21:25:45 03/07/02 Thu
  • Re: Spex almost 17 yrs old.... -- Kim, 00:10:44 03/11/02 Mon

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• Piper Lou is home...thank you... -- No name, 10:58:46 03/03/02 Sun
  This is a follow up to my posting on July 6 "Where is my Piper Lou". We lost our boxer, Piper, 4 hours from our home while we were making wedding plans the weekend of June 30. In fact, the wedding planner was the one who lost her-her front door was not properly shut and Piper got out (let this be a lesson to all of us who leave our "friends with friends"-they are safer in a reputable kennel). Piper was missing for 3 months. We posted flyers, had her picture in the local paper for 7 weeks,offered rewards, even chartered a plane to search. Those months were the worst 3 months of my life-even though we were married in July-our hearts were heavy with her loss. Around September, the local Humane Society called us to say a couple thought they had seen her in their yard. I tried to be optimistic, but the sightings were starting to feel like Elvis-we didn't know if they were true anymore. The humane society set a live trap and the couple left food out, slowly moving it closer and closer to the trap. It took 7 days, but we received a call at Midnight, September 19th, that she was in fact in the trap. We arrived at 5am to find her so skinny and smelly, but the feelings of relief and joy were overwhelming . The vet checked her out and said she did pretty good for being on her own for those months ( I always thought she was smart-but now we know she's more that intelligent). We gave half of the reward money to the couple and half to the Humane Society. She didn't have any big medical problems except for a skin condition which thinned out her hair-the vet explaining it was from poor diet. The vet still treated her with flea medicine and some antibiotics just in case. No weird psychological problems either, although she likes to sleep alone rather that with us anymore, and she certainly doesn't like to go outside in the rain-god knows she probably spent days wet from the rain. I am happy to tell you all she is doing so well, it is amazing she survived. I look into her eyes now and think "what a wise old soul"-even though she is only 5. I just read my message that I posted and those feelings of fear and sadness came rushing back. The guilt I still have is enormous-to feel that you in some way contributed to the situation is unbearable. When I hold her I still say I am sorry, and try to tell her how much we looked for her and how much we love her. Thank you all for your prayers and may you find some bit of hope, if not comfort from this story in your time of grief.
  

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  • Re: Piper Lou is home...thank you... -- Pat and Steve, 19:26:38 03/04/02 Mon
  • Re: Piper Lou is home...thank you... -- No name, 04:11:11 03/09/02 Sat

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• Lady -- Judy, 17:45:48 03/05/02 Tue
  Thank you,everyone, for your sincere sympathy.This website is true solace for me. As I stood in my kitchen, this aft.finishing washing my dishes I received a phone call from the Animal Clinic to tell me that Lady's Ashes were ready to be picked up. ( We have but one pet crematorium in this area,hence the delay ) My drive there brought back the pain tenfold, it actually never left. Exactly two weeks ago, at ths hour, Lady & I were preparing for her last "bye-bye." How ironic; now I sit here with her ashes & she is gone. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that this pain & hurt & emptiness would be so deep & ongoing. The tears are never ending. Our vet said that she had a good life but I even wonder did I take her for granted because there is such a terrible void in my life. Did she know how precious she was to me ? She slept beside my bed, her spirit has been there since she has been away & tonight her ashes will rest beside me on my night stand which she slept so close to. I believe that she is at peace.I await our re-union; I loved her so much
  

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  • Re: Lady -- Pat and Steve, 19:57:22 03/05/02 Tue

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• After Gretchen -- Rachel, 22:11:15 02/23/02 Sat
  I just wanted to say, that my grandmother handeled the death of her beloved cat, Gretchen, very well. She recently got two kittens, Rose and Scottie. Although we all miss Gretchen, in the end, the story was happy.
  Gretchen, we love you!
  

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• Mr.Jones -- Mudry Family, 09:38:26 02/09/02 Sat
  We had to have our long haired cat, Mr. Jones, put to sleep on Thursday. We had him for almost 8 years. He just showed up in our yard one day half starved and we just kept him. He was old and just went downhill so fast. The vet said he could treat him but it would just prolong his suffering so I did what was best for him. I didn't even like cats until he found us. Mr. Jones, we love you and we are going to miss you terribly.
  

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  • Re: Mr.Jones -- Pat and Steve, 14:21:07 02/09/02 Sat
  • Re: Mr.Jones -- Natalie, 20:45:59 03/01/02 Fri

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• Loss of a pet -- No name, 22:25:09 02/19/02 Tue
  I know what it is like to loose a child pet. I never thought I could have become attached to a animal so much as I did. I missed several days from work after my Casedog, (she was a beautiful Black and tan Doberman), past away. She was more than just a pet to me, she was my little girl. I became interested in offering a website for pet tombstones. I don't want to offer the cheaply made stones at a high price. I will offer a nice polished granite stone for a fair price. I am not trying to push a website here but I am looking for any suggestions on what the website should offer. I have the ability to cut mix breed animals pictures into the stones. The loss of my Doberman started this adventure for me.
  

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• My Best Friend Calamity -- No name, 00:09:13 02/18/02 Mon
  On February 16,2002 at 4:oopm, my Calamity passed away.She was nearly 12 years old and a very special Leonberger. Her love for people and the hugs she gave every person she met was phenomenal. Calamity had to have total hip replacements at a very young age so she never got to play like most dogs. As she grew older,her arthritis became very crippling and she no longer could hold down food or water.Her constant companion was Hazard,a german sheperd, which I got when she was a year old to help her exercise after the first hip surgery.Hazard guarded Calamity and watched over her,always checking to make sure she was ok.
  Now he grieves for Calamity as I do. We both loved her so very much and miss her terribly. I lost my mother to cancer 2 weeks ago and now my Calamity. I can only pray they are together in heaven and will take care of each other til I one day I see them again.My heart is filled with so much pain. How shall I get through this and help Hazard to resolve his grief?
  

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  • Re: My Best Friend Calamity -- Pat and Steve, 18:40:42 02/19/02 Tue

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• Bridge Angel Pepsi Jan17th, 1995 - Feb12th, 2002 -- Yvonne Zaugg, 10:20:13 02/12/02 Tue
  My heart aches so much for the loss of one of my guinea pigs, her name was Pepsi. This morning I helped her to go to Rainbow Bridge because she was so weak and I knew she was ready to leave. Pepsi stopped eating one week ago, I'll never know why. She has always been a good eater, but now she deteriorated very quickly. I still can't believe she's gone, I miss her already. I started feeding her with baby food but she didn't like it, she only took it to please me. She spent her last hours laying on my chest, snuggling under my chin, while I told her how much I love her and that it was o.k. to go. We saw the sun rise, today is a beautiful sunny bright day. Now I know that she's watching down on me, I know she doesn't want me to cry but the tears just come and don't stop. I'll never forget my funny talking girl, who made her grrrrrr sound when I rubbded her chin. Also her cage mates Coca Cola and Coffee are going to miss her, she and Coca Cola used to communicate together in a special way. I had the privilege to see Pepsi being born and to see her leave for Rainbow Bridge, I will forever be thankful for that. Those memories will stay in my heart and I will always think of my special girl, who held on as long as she could, she was so brave. Pepsi, thank you for the seven great years we had together, I'll never forget you. Please know that the vet and Mommy tried everything to make you healthy again, but it was your time to go. Now you are my little Angel!
  I look forward to seeing you again!
  Love forever, Mommy
  

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  • Re: Bridge Angel Pepsi Jan17th, 1995 - Feb12th, 2002 -- Pat and Steve, 17:49:46 02/12/02 Tue
    • Re: Bridge Angel Pepsi Jan17th, 1995 - Feb12th, 2002 -- Yvonne Zaugg, 06:58:56 02/13/02 Wed

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• Baby Shingles -- Tanya, 15:40:56 02/08/02 Fri
  Shingles was a very cuddly ferret. He became very attached to me in the twelve days I had him. I spent as much time as I could with him. I love him so much. He was only a few months old. I noticed he didn't see well and I beleive that he was blind. He was walking a little funny and we decided we would take him to the vet on the week end. He was biting down on things from pain. All of a sudden, he couldn't walk at all. He would try, then roll over and try again. I was in tears. I called my mother, an animal expert, several times. I sobbed into the answering machine. Shingles started to jerk around. My grandma called the only night time vet that would even attempt to treat a ferret, but I knew they couldn't help. I stayed up with him all night. He Started squeeking and jerking violently. I cuddled him and talked to him. He stopped shaking. He was gone. I am miserable. I worked so hard for him. I will probably get a new ferret, but I will never love anything the way I loved Shingles. He was my pride, my joy, my angel. He was a blessing.
  

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  • Re: Baby Shingles -- Pat and Steve, 16:35:08 02/08/02 Fri

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• Bye, Gretchen -- Rachel, 22:59:56 02/06/02 Wed
  (I'm the one who posted about Makkado, Charlotte, Marlena, and Clarissa a few days ago)
  Gretchen was my grandmother's cat. She was never happy, and was very miserable. But she was my friend, all the same. Today I found out that Gretchen died yesterday. My grandmother had gotten her from the shelter, and the doctor said she had problems with her ribs that probably was from being kicked before she was in the shelter.
  This is a horrible loss for my grandmother. Every inch of her house was covered in anything cat. Although she just lost Gretchen, she already said she's going to get a kitten. I told her I'd love to help.
  A special note to Gretchen: Your mommy loves you! We'll miss you, Gretchen! Maddy says hi to you!
  

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  • Re: Bye, Gretchen -- Pat and Steve, 21:34:55 02/07/02 Thu

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• Arrowhead -- amanda blackburn, 12:46:14 02/04/02 Mon
  MY POEM
  In loving memory of Arrowhead we had a bond that death cant even break. I will never forget her.
  
  When you were little you were fragile and so sweet and innocent,
  as you got bigger you snuck around untieing shoelaces.
  When you came to be my dog you turned from a complete hellion into a perfect angel.
  You knew that if you stayed by me no one would try to punish you for being bad.
  As you aged and our bond grew stronger you stayed by my side not for protection,
  but because love drew you there.
  You soon could do any thing I asked and no one could stop you from pleasing me.
  You pulled a sled with kids in it that more then doubled your weight,
  only because you were trying to stay by my side.
  Then you got sick,
  on the way to the vets you layed there with your head on my lap,
  you were comfortable there.
  You hated your medicine but you had to have it. It was supposed to help.
  When i force fed you you excepted it strictly because I asked you to.
  But i asked you to get better and you didn't.
  That was the only thing you didn't do that i asked you and that shocked me more then your death.
  As you slipped away you became so small and fragile again.
  The light in your eyes slowly and painfully burned out.
  Then you were gone,
  three years is so short.
  It's been quite a long time and i still ache for you,
  i still sometims expect to wake up from this nightmare and find you there
  waiting for me but your not.
  But i'll see you again someday,
  faraway but yet not soon enough.
  Till then i will still ache for you,
  and some nights i will still cry myself to sleep.
  But you will be there in my dreams waiting for me,
  like you use to before you died.
  
  i hope this poem helps other ppl out with there loses. I am only 16 i was 15 when my dog died. she died on newyears eve of 2001. she was my first dog ever and everyone always told me that me and arrowhead had a bond like they had never seen b4. I still sometimes cry myself to sleep b/c i miss her so much. thanks for posting this.
  

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• Dustyblue is gone from my life but not my heart ,left his pawprints there forever -- Eileen, 11:54:02 02/04/02 Mon
  January 30th of 2002 will remain a memory in my heart forever. I lost my beloved Dustyblue a bluepoint himalyan. He was only 4 yrs old but gave the battle over the past 2 yrs that some of us would find we couldnt take to our own body. He began to have bouts of bladder infections just 2 yrs ago Febuary. I only trembled with fear at this knowing I had lost a gorgeous white persian who was 10 to the same malady. He passed to Kitty Heaven Feb 6th. Once again facing the same problems with another kitty I was heartbroken. Vet assured me it is a common disease but why to another one of MY CATS? I took Dustyblue many times to vet as he blocked on me. Last time was May of 2001 and I thought maybe we hit it lucky the last time and he was going to be blockage free. I even had him home with me in May with a catheter in him for days to make sure he was ok. Tolerating this all over the months I knew I had to watch him alot. I always monitored him and his litter box habits and this poor kitty had blood in his urine all the time as he had a tiny bladder and it made him urinate alot and there were drops of blood all the time in his urine. Vet always assured me this was due to Dustys problem with his tiny bladder. All of this aside he was a happy kitty and played and ran around with my other 5 persians. He ate good but never gained weight. He also had a fused spine which I never knew till vet took bladder Xrays and seen this. It was assumed a birth defect and vet told me it caused the kitty to have the bladder problems more profoundly. My heart used to ache for Dusty but as I said he played and ran faster than any of my other kitties. Last Wednesday was the heartaching worst day I faced with a pet. Dusty seemed to not want his usual diet which was special because of his bladder. I watched him so closely. Made sure he always made litter box visits. He was doing so Wednesday but and was to my shock after so many prolems urinating profusely. Even overshooting litter box. And no blood. I thought to myself maybe some miracle occuring with him like this. I called a visiting vet service to ask if they could come to see him as I was worried urinating too much. I do not drive so had to wait for my husband to come home from work to go to regular vet. The visiting vet told me as long as Dusty was urinating and drinking he should be ok but to have him checked by next day. They could not make it to my house for some reason. I felt isolated by this and began to worry more. Husband came in from work at 6 and I told him Dusty didnt seem right to me and he looked at him laying on my bed now as he liked it there he looked ok and would be ok and not to worry if urinating. I still felt something not right with Dusty. He had been all day wanting me to hold him which I did and seemed like he was saying to me......Mommy I do not feel too good today. He always was such a quiet kitty when holding him close. He never purred or meowed in the 4 yrs I had him. He was a premium kitty too as I paid alot of money for him from a breeder. At 6:15 a son called me to ask me how I was as I had been in an accident last week and had a mild concussion all week. I told him I was worried about my kitty and needless to say he asked me which one as I have 6. He then told me if I couldnt get to vet that night he would come and take him to vet in morning for me. I told him I was very worried. By this time it was 6:45 and I told husband I was going to our bedroom where Dusty was on my bed prior to this time. I looked at pillows where he loved to lay and he had moved to bottom of bed and was laying there peacefully dead. Oh how the tears and heartaches came then. Now I blame myself for not getting him to vet sooner. I am guilty in my heart. So much so I am sick. Did I overlook something? What happened?? How could this happen so fast?? Now trying to get my mind straight. I took his little body and wrapped it gently in a sheet and placed him in a box. Husband was going to take him for me in morning to a vet near his work to have them bury him in common grave as he was so used to having the siblings of his near him. But in my heart I wanted to go with him on his last ride. So many times he rode with me to vet with his ongoing problems. Now time for him to rest in peace. So on Thursday night we took him to his usual vet and they were going to bury him on a farm with other pets which was what I wanted. Now the guilt is lingering so much in me. Why Why Why?? My vet assured me no matter what I probably would have done sooner in day he was probably going to go to heaven. He is assuming for some reason Dusty maybe had kidney failure. Never did he show with blood work any kidney damage from his blockages but I know my white one did have them. Maybe over months Dustyblue did begin what we could not see a breaking down of his kidneys. I only hope I was not to blame.
  to make matters worse at this time I am mourning the lose of my beloved mother who passed away on Dec. 11th. So many heartbreaks to me right now. But thinking too she loved cats and maybe God decided she was an Angel waiting for my kitty to curl on her lap and purr for the first time. Remember he never purred so now thinking he is warm and feeling free and finally purring. But God knows how I miss them both so much. No time for my heart to heal right now.
  Thank you all whoever may read this. I am glad to have found this site to try to let some of my grieving go. But am having those tears just come out so freely now cant hardly type.
  Bless all of you who have lost your pets. They certainly leave pawprints on our hearts.
  With sincerity,
  Eileen
  

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  • Re: Dustyblue is gone from my life but not my heart ,left his pawprints there forever -- No name, 12:01:08 02/04/02 Mon
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• Casper,my "Baby" -- anya, 00:37:21 01/14/02 Mon
  Yesterday was one of the saddest days in my life-I lost my beautiful kitty "Casper",she was only 6 years young,but she was finally losing her battle with Inflammatory Bowel disease and a heartmurmur,it is so hard to cope with the fact that I will never see her again,never touch her again,hold her and hug her,see her beautiful green eyes looking at me with so much love ,I feel like my life has come to a halt.
  When her battered heart finally stopped and she slumped over in my kitchen,right infront of me,I was frantically trying to revive her with CPR,mouth-to-nose attempts to give her my breath of live..it was too little too late...I felt the ground slip from underneath my feet,my little Babykitty was gone.
  I have such a hard time coping with this loss,can't get the Image out of my head how sadly she looked when she was limp in my arms,her eyes open but so dim...her body warm but so liveless,her little pink nose so soft and rosy but slowly losing its colour..
  I will never forget her,ever,for the rest of my life,she gave so much love,so much affection,so much joy...she will always be in my heart and I am grateful to have been her "Mommy" for those wonderful,though too short 6 years of her little life.
  Casper,I miss you so much,my little darling cat,You are the love of my life.
  Yours,always and forever,"Mommy" Anya
  

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  • Re: Casper,my "Baby" -- Vicki, 10:05:30 01/14/02 Mon
  • Re: Casper,my "Baby" -- Pat and Steve, 19:20:51 01/14/02 Mon
  • Re: Casper,my "Baby" -- Eileen, 10:42:21 02/04/02 Mon

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• Marie -- No name, 19:45:27 01/30/02 Wed
  I lost my Himalayan cat Marie today. She died unexpectedly at the vet when she was sedated to get her fur trimmed. I had Marie for more than five years... and she was a "one person cat." I was her person. I had her at home last night and she seemed to be recovering from the sedatives. This morning, she was completely limp and non-responsive. I can't get that image out of my mind. She died after I took her back to the vet this morning. I think I'm still in the guilt stage. I really loved Marie. She would wait for me by the door, she would cry when she couldn't get to me. I always gave her water from the bathroom sink... called it the "water bar." Marie wasn't real tolerant of others, but she was perfect for me. I miss her terribly... and I don't want to go home tonight without her. I hope she's in a better place and I'll see her again.
  

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  • Re: Marie -- Pat and Steve, 16:37:02 01/31/02 Thu
  • Im so sorrie -- Tee Kays mom, 19:14:52 02/01/02 Fri
  • Re: Marie -- Eileen, 10:17:17 02/04/02 Mon

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• Makkado, Clarissa, Charlotte, and Marlena -- Rachel, 21:26:32 02/02/02 Sat
  Makkado was my first pet. He was a black cat with white on his chest. I had him in England. When we moved to Massachusetts, we had to leave him behind. We weren't guilty about leaving him, however. He was with his sister and our good friends, whom we got him from. When we moved to California, about 4 years later, we received a letter that said Makkado had gone to the cat basket in the sky. We were told that he would always walk down to our old house and lay out on the lawn. I wasn't sad about Makkado's death, however. He had lived a long, good, and healthy life. I still sometimes sing the song I made up for him when I was about 4...Makkado's chicken, Makkado's chicken, Makkado's chicken is the best, Yes!
  
  Clarissa was my Teddy Bear hampster. I got her in 1996 or 1997. We had originally gone to the pet store, to buy fish food or something. I had been planning on getting a kitten in December. It was about September at the time I first met Clarissa. Instead of waiting for the kitten, I got Clarissa that day at the pet store. She was the only brown and white hampster of the bunch. I named her after Clarissa Explains It All, which, at the time, was one of my favorite t.v. shows. I remember having to try to get Clarissa to go to the top story of her cage. I discovered that if I put her mini house up there, that she'd give in. About two years after I got her, I woke up and got ready for school. My mom came up and sadly told me Clarissa had passed.
  
  Charlotte and Marlena were my two goldfish. I had named them after my friends, Charlotte and Marlena. Marlena was always being replaced. She passed away about every three months. But Charlotte lasted forever it seemed like. One day, I got home from dinner with my parents. I ran upstairs, and Charlotte was lying on the table. I picked her up, and put her back into the bowl. She was never the same after that. About two months later, she died. We ended up getting another Charlotte. When we moved to California, I was promised a puppy. I gave up Charlotte and Marlena to our cleaner's kids.
  
  I just want to say, that I love all my animals! Makkado, Clarissa, Charlotte the First, and all of my Marlenas, I know you're up in animal heaven! You guys were the greatest! And I love you, Maddy, and I know you're sitting on the couch!
  

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• Still miss Bo -- Donna, 22:23:59 01/29/02 Tue
  I have come here several times over the past few days trying to get up the courage to post this. I posted back in June 2001 when I lost my 18 year old Chi and best buddy Bo. I still grieve for Bo, sometimes as if it was just yesterday that I lost him. My heart goes out to everyone grieving over the loss of a pet. It really hurts.
  
  

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• In Memory of Maggie -- Caren & Mike, 13:29:19 01/26/02 Sat
  On Thursday, we lost our Maggie (the most beautiful sable German Shephard you could ever see). Two days earlier she had broken off a part of one of her canine teeth while playing tug-of-war with her best friend Meena. While under anesthesia during the tooth repair, her heart stopped and they were unable to revive her.
  
  Maggie was the sweetest most precious angel in the world. Her heart was so full of love that she could barely contain it. Anytime we were away from her for more than a few minutes, she became desperately anxious and wouldn't relax until we had returned and she had covered us with kisses.
  
  Maggie was only two years old and we only had her amazing presence in our life for a little over a year. From the first moment I saw her at the Humane Society, I knew that she had been calling out to me to come and get her. Maybe she was so loving because she knew her time with us would be short.
  
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• Pet loss -- Shelby, 00:06:38 01/27/02 Sun
  Nibbsie my dog who went to heaven when she was only 6 months will always be remembered. Everyone misses this little black lab girl. she was sweet and he nibbled. we still all llove her.
  

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• I miss Twix so much -- Jessica, 14:07:27 01/26/02 Sat
  My dad had to go out this morning to get some parts for his truck. When he walked through the door before he even said anything I knew what had happened. He then said that Twix had died and was by a tree beside our driveway. I went out there to say my last goodbye to him. We think he got ran over by a car and he was trying to make it back home. What hurts me the most is to know that he was in pain when he died. We also have his brother, Murphy, who is very upset too. When im sitting at my computer Twix used to come to my window so I could let him in and then he would sit on my lap. I am going to miss that so much, but I know that he is in a much better place.
  

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• My Little Light..........Tee Kay -- Tee Kays mom, 12:13:51 01/25/02 Fri
  Im sitting in a dark world,I can hear sounds all around me.I look but I cant see.I sit very still cause theres nothing to move for.I spend months sitting in this corner,seeing nothing but darkness.
  Then far away I see this tiny little light glowing.The light moves toward me.I am so happy to see a little glow in my dark world.I hold and treasure this light.This little light gives me hope.I sit the little light beside me and wave it around in the darkness so the world around me will have a little glow.I am so thankful for this little light.Once again I smile.
  My little light begins to flicker,I still have it but it s like the wind is trying to blow my light out.There is no wind!!How can my light become a twinkel??I pray and pary that this little light doesnt leave me,cause I need this little light so very much.I try to cradle it.I hold it and give it all the love I have.But my little light slowly fades away.I have the candle that my light was in.I hug it,tears fall,my heart is breaking.I need that little light!!!
  Once again I am left in a world filled with darkness.It seems harder to live in now than before,cause I know what it s like to have a little glimmer of hope.
  Once again I sit in the darkness hearing the sound s around me and feeling the tears stream down my face.
  
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• When does the pain stop -- Vicki, 12:21:05 01/24/02 Thu
  It has been 2 1/2 weeks since I had to put Doobie to sleep. I miss him so much! I keep going to call his name, put him to play in the snow. I keep waiting for him to come running in the room and coming over and pooking me with his nose to be loved. I know it gets better as time goes on. My boyfriend wants to get me a new puppy in either February (Valentines Day) or May (my birthday). I don't want to rush things because I feel like I am trying to replace him. Howerver, I really want another puppy. I miss Doobie and love him so much, but I really miss the companionship that a pet can give you. My goldfish just doesn't cut it anymore! I will never forget him and he will always be in my heart. I went out and got a picture of him blown up and it hangs on my wall. I talk to him that way every night before I go to sleep. I wish I could have him back, but I would want him to be healthy and not in any pain.
  

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• Link to Poe's memorial -- Paul, 19:30:10 01/21/02 Mon
  If anyone would like to see Poe (gone nearly a month now), here is the link to his memorial website.
  
  http://mem.in-memory-of-pets.org/Tributes/2002/01_10/T09280.htm
  
  He was a beautiful, intelligent, unique cat and the most loyal and loving of friends. Please give your still-here furry friends and extra hug, and try not to take a single day for granted. Life is more fragile than you can imagine!
  
  Thanks for all your support!
  

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• In Loveing Memorie OF Winnie and all the rest of our Pets -- Cherryl Keppler, 03:40:19 01/24/02 Thu
  Winnie passed on a year ago this last year the story below was written by my husband as a birthday present, she was 13 years old. She was a beautiful black Chihuahua. The year before her mother passed at 16 years of age. Another member of the family Tessa a Min Pin passed away when we first moved into our new house this too was an awful blow as she wasn't yet a year old. The former owner of the house had placed some poison somewhere in the house and Miss Tessa found it. In memorie of all our sweet Pets We love you dearly. If the clouds were stairs I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back home with me. God Bless everyone who is saddened by the loss of yours loved ones, and Bless all the animals on Earth and in Heaven
  

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• The late Birthday Present part3 Written by Steven Keppler -- Cherryl Keppler, 03:21:22 01/24/02 Thu
  I knew that voice so I opened my eyes, seeing for the first time my surroundings. There were fields of strawberries, flowers,trees,creeks, birds and oh, what did my friend call them ; oh yes flutterbyes. There seemed to be everything I loved here but one thing, my friend. I bounced up looking around, trying to see her, but I could not. What I did see puzzeled me. Everywhere I looked I saw heads being raised and other people standing by them talking to them. Some I recognized, some I didn't but there seemed to me a great many and I wondered what great event had awoken all of us. I turned to my gatekeeper and saw he was smiling. "We must be on our way for it is time," he said as he turned towards the bridge. We began to walk side by side moving towards the bridge. As we moved ever closer to the bridge I looked back and saw all the others moving towards the bridge, but much slower then us. Curious, I wondered why we were in the lead, then as we reached the foot of the bridge of many colors I began to hear singing as a bright light slowly came over the bridge. Slowly a figure began to emerge from the light, very old, hair the color of fresh snow. Before my astonished eyes as the singing increased the age began to melt away from the figure, the back straightened, the wrinkeles dissolving, the hair growing darker. And suddenly I KNEW! As I started bounding up to her, my heart seemed to be bursting with joy. I heard the gatekeepers voice booming out as she grabbed me, holding me tight, You were the first, because in all the years she has never forgot her, HEARTS LOVE!"
  For those who believe, this will be a true story- for those who don't, learn to believe.
  

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• The late Birthday Present part:3 Written by Steven Keppler -- Cherryl Keppler, 02:36:07 01/24/02 Thu
  As my friend helped me back into bed I heard her husband say, "You know honey it's time and you've got to let her go," immediately I felt a sense of peace, as if everything was right. I lie beside her and felt her tense, "It can't be time, you just brought her back." But even as my friend uttered those words I knew she too realized that it was time. All through the early morning hours my friends and even my rivals seemed to get the word that I was dying. They all came to say goodby and I forgave them any wrongs they had done to me. Even my worse rival came and comforted me, I felt complete. Eventually came the time to go to the doctor's office. The staff was there to say goodby it warmed my heart, but also saddened me to just realize how many people really cared about me. Finally I was prepped and it was time. "Don't worry she'll be fine," my doctor told my friend, "She might cry, but that's because of the sedative; are you sure you want to hold her?" Yes my friend replied, "She knows I'll never hurt her." My heart swelled with pride at how calm she sounded even though I could feel her tremble. "Are you ready?" my doctor asked. "No but then I'll never be ready," she replied. Then the doctor leaned over and released the strap on my leg I began to feel the cool liquid begin to rush through my veins. As I began to loose conscientious for the last time I suddenly realized I had forgot to say goodby to the one person who had cared about me the most! I whimpered as I struggled to stay awake long enough to say goodby and not to forget me, but it was too late! As I dropped down into a black nothingness I once again heard the gatekeeper's voice "Don't worry little one, she'll remember and you will see her again, now rest." Now I was lying on that soft earth, smelling strawberries and feeling good; had something happened? "Well little one, did you have a good sleep?"
  

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• The late Birthday Present part:2 Written by Steven Keppler -- Cherryl Keppler, 01:50:01 01/24/02 Thu
  Please excuse my misspelled words my net server cut me off before I could correct my spelling.I'm sure this will happen again as I have 3 more pages to go and I can't type very fast although I tried. To continue: Deep down I knew that my time was running short, I couldn't sleep my appetite was gone and the pain seemed to be in every part of my body. It happened at night, I hadn't felt right all day and the few winks of sleep I could catch were haunted by strange voices. There seemed to be something pulling at a part of me and the voices seemed to be saying," Almost time now, it won't be long." I would awake disorientated, and confused and frightened; but my friend was always there, touching me, talking and comforting me till I calmed down. It was then it happened, I awoke from one of those naps in the middle of the night;an overwhelming feeling that I had to go-somewhere. I stood up and and headed for the door, I heard my friend's voice call out my name in fear. As I turned to let her know it was ok I felt a surge of pain, then nothing. After all those long months of pain to feel nothing shocked me to the core. I felt like I was floating and I slowly began to realize I was at the foot of a bridge, that seemed to reach for the sky. As I also realized I could see again I saw the gatekeeper standing there. "Well little one, do you have any regrets?" "Regrets I thought to myself as I looked at him, "The only regret is that I didn't say Goodbye." "Done," He said as I heard a bell toll once in the distance. Every thing began to fade and I heard my friend's tear filled voice begging me to come back, but over her voice I heard once again the gatekeepers voice. "Don't worry little one, after you have said you goodbyes you will return and you can then sleep if you want." Then Bam! The pain was back and I was blind again. I realized my friend and her husband werre leaning over me . massaging my heart and lungs. "You did it Steve, she's back my Winnie's back!"My best friend was crying and cradling me as I slowly struggled back, asking myself if it was just a dream.
  

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• A late birthday present : written by Steven Keppler part 1 -- Cherryl Keppler, 23:30:28 01/23/02 Wed
  For Cherryl;This is a late birthday present that I hope,inspires and firms your faith that if you beleive Anything can happen. Love Always: Steve
  
  Hearts Love
  
  "What, what's happening?" I think to myself as I try and finally succeed in lifting my head to sniff the air.The air smells sweet, a sent that I remember; it smells like -strewberries! I inhale a bigger, deeper breath savering that sweet smell, it seems like I can almost taste them. But wait, something's not right here; as I wake even more. "I can't breath this deep," I think to myself as a small fear begins to creep around the edge of my mind. "I'm sick, sovery sick that I haven"t been able to breathe this good in years." "Her body dosen't work right," I remember my doctor telling my best friend a long time a go. "She'll continue to get sicker, and she will begin to have a harder time breathing as her lungs fill with her own fluids;it's her liver you see." "Can't anything be done?" My best friends voice began to quiver, and I know she"s upset. Of all the things in this world that can upset me ,that's the worse; I can't stand my friend being upset for any reason. So I try and comfort her. "I'm terribly sorry ,' my doctor say's "It's irreverserible, I give her 2 months to live. "2 months my eye!"I remember thinking hotly to myself,as I hug then kiss my friend's eyes to make the tears go away. I looked at my doctor, with those sad, compassionate eyes and I thought to myself," No doc your wrong, you don't really know me and you don't know that my friend is the greatest person on this planet; together wwe can beat those odds easily! As I lay on that soft warm earth I feel the fear begin to ease. Thinking of my best friend and her husband always makes me feel better, although sometimes I couldn't understand their being together. He was with us that day and although I could tell he was sad for me, I could plainly tell he was more worried for my friend. I also knew that when the time came he would be the one who would have to be strong and make the right decisions for me.Luing there I began to take in the different smells and sounds; keeping my eyes closed, luxuriating in feeling good; yoooou can't understand that feeling unless you've been really sick, and I was. I remember how hard my best friend had worked to make me feel better and how some things even though they were suppose to be good for me tasted sooo bad or make me feel worse that I would try and refuse them. But I cooouldn't refuse her for she was my world. She had raised my sister and I from a young age and though my sister eventually was adopted, I remained with my friend, the bond between us growing deeper every day. We weeeeeere inseparable, we went everywhere together, dining, dancing, to the park and the beach. Yes, if you beleive in soul mates then that's what we were. So you need to understand how hard it was on both of us as I became sicker. I had always been athleti, slim and trim, the fastest runner, "Oh Lord, did I love to run and jump," My friend always said I was like a deer or a gazellle, grace and speed was my forte. However as my illness grew I became heavy and slow, my eyesight dimming, then finally going completely blind from the drugs my doctor was useing to combat my disease. I became frustrated, angry and yes scared. I coooouldn't understand why, why was this happening; what had I done to deserve all this pain, I wasn't that bad was I? Everytime I began to think that I couldn't go on, that today would be the day, my friend or her husband would do some little thing for me and I would change my mind. They were just little things like massaging my back,helping me take a warm bath ,defending me from the taunts of others because of my blindness or inability to play. Yes even just getting me out of the house to feel the sun on my face, little things to most, but to me it showed the love they had for me and I would renew my struggles. Yes because of my friend I had outlived my doctor's prediction by almost 8 months.Love can conquerr anything, well almost anything.
  
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• Vials and Lockets for your pets Ashes -- Cherryl Keppler, 21:53:03 01/23/02 Wed
  A year ago I lost my best friend to liver cancer her name was Winnie.I sometimes create my own Jewelery and when she passed I wanted something beautiful to put her ashes in that I could wear close to my heart. I intend to have the rest of her remains buried with me when I pass. I was upset when I saw another site chargeing 80.00 for a sterling glass locket that I know only cost 16.53, and the chain around 9.99. For anyone looking to find a locket or vial pendant to put their precious pets ashes in I recomend you contact Rio Grande out of Albuquerque,NM. They have a toll free number-1-800-545-6566 or www.riogrande.com God Bless you all and your precious pets.
  

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• Tee KAy -- Tee Kay s mom, 12:57:05 01/23/02 Wed
  1-21-02 I lost my baby Tee Kay.She s an 8 month old pug :0)She died of PDE.She is the light of my world!My world is once again filled with darkness.
  

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• My big red boy -- Marlene, 14:32:16 01/02/02 Wed
  Its hard to believe now that I wasn't sure I wanted him. Three and a half years ago my husband called and said one of his clients had a beautiful Golden Retriever named Baron that they couldn't keep anymore. He was only a year and a half old and did I want to take him? We already had one perfect Golden and I had toyed for years with getting another, but Dakota was 5 years old by then and we were adjusted to having just him. I said we could try Baron out and see how it worked. That was the best decision I ever made. What a wonderful dog he turned out to be. All 102 pounds of him were pure love. I have never seen a dog that wanted to be held and cuddled as much as he did. He would sleep for hours with his head cuddled on my shoulder. His two favorite places were in bed (mine of course) and in front of the fire. He hated the sound of metal (ladders, ironing boards etc.) and most of all the garbage man. We would laugh at how scared he was of the garbage truck, he would run in the opposite direction if he saw him in the street and would hide in the house if he was inside. We called him our Chicken Dog. Now I wish I could hold him and comfort him one more time on garbage day.
  
  We lost Baron on December 28th to Myesentia Gravis. I had never heard of this disease and wish I still hadn't heard of it. He was fine two weeks ago and then he lost the ability to keep food down, and then his legs weakend. We had to carry him outside and to the vets while we searched for some way to make him better. His spirit never left him, he wasn't in pain and just couldn't seem to understand why he couldn't stand up and play. Two days before he died he crawled on his belly across the kitchen to get his favorite ball. He still wanted to play. We tried everything we could but while at the Emergency hospital his heart gave out. Sometimes I think that was his plan because I don't know if I could have put him to sleep when his spirit and energy were still so strong. He loved us so much and I miss him so deeply. The house is empty now and Dakota seems so old. He's almost 10 and Baron was the energy and instigator of everything. Now the toy basket isn't touched and Dakota just sleeps all the time. I'm worried about how he feels and how he will adjust to being alone. Baron was only 5 years old. I feel so cheated, we were supposed to have him for a long time, not just 3 1/2 years! I wish the hurt would stop. I want my big red boy back.
  

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• I am so sorry -- Realm Wanderer, 00:09:49 01/12/02 Sat
  I am so sorry for your loss. We had to put our beloved Max down on 12/171/01 and it hurts so much. Even though we know it was best for him, that emptiness when you come home and there is no one to greet you at the door.
  You are not alone my friend.
  We feel the emptiness too.
  

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• What to do with the body when the time comes? -- Mark, 03:02:11 01/11/02 Fri
  My wife’s beloved cat Pepper, is 24 years old and in likely to pass in the next day. Two tops. Happily she is not in pain and is likely to go in her sleep. My question is what I should do with the body other than burial in the back yard (live in an apartment). I have never had a pet which died naturally (not put down) when I did not have a back yard for burial. I thank anyone who takes the time to respond to me in advance.
  
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  • Re: What to do with the body when the time comes? -- Pat and Steve, 21:44:14 01/12/02 Sat
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• Sheba, My Quadriplegic German Shepherd Angel, is Now At The Rainbow Bridge -- Debbie, 02:17:31 01/16/02 Wed
  Sheba was my ten year old quadriplegic German Shepherd. She lost the use of all four legs to the incurable spinal cord disease degenerative myelopathy. Despite what specialists had recommended two and a half years ago (euthanasia), I was not going to give up on my girl. I turned to alternative medicine and holistic health care for Sheba. Sheba accepted and appreciated all that was done for her. Sadly to say, the last stages of this paralyzing disease is the paralysis of the larynx which would have prevented Sheba from breathing. As Sheba was in this last stage of the disease, I could not let her suffer, perhaps gasping for air or suffocating so I had to give Sheba the gift of eternal peace. This has broken my heart and has left a terrible void. I know Sheba is in a better place now, but I miss her so much. She was an inspiration to all who knew her. She will be greatly missed, and never forgotten. I love you Sheba.
  

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• I will never "get over it" -- Allie, 03:01:05 11/17/01 Sat
  My little darling came into my life 3 years ago. He was a long coat 4 lb. golden Chihuahua with expressive eyes. He
  would cause a lot of attention everywhere we went. He had trouble with vaccines and would become sick after each one. I
  changed his vet and felt this vet knew what to do. This vet said my baby should not be vaccinated again or receive
  vacinations at a very slow rate. In mid August I took him in for a nail clip and the vet said "looks like he is due for
  vaccines". Without thinking, I said okay. It was a BIG mistake.I didn't notice he was getting weak and one month later he tumbled over and I rushed him to Emergency.As
  they took him from my arms, I knew he would never come home alive again. He was diagnosed with Canine Hemolytic Anemia which is a disease where the immune system destroys the red blood cells. I was there every minute I was allowed. He won the hearts of the vets and the staff. They really thought he would survive, but I knew the entire time he would not, did I will him to die? I took him to the 3rd biggest ER for Animals in the country which has the best facilities and have even been featured ont the Animal Channel, ER.If anyone
  could save him, they could. He was there 3 days. They treated him with Chemo, and gave a blood transfusion in the early morning hours the day before he died. I was with him until 9:30 p.m. that night and when I held him in my arms, he looked up at me, maintained a deep stare and he told
  me he was dying. It was a mental thought and I started to cry causing the vet to run over. I told the vet my baby WAS dying and to do something. The vet said my baby was tired from the treatment and responding very well. He said to be optimistic, that he was doing great and had high hopes of recovery. I went home crying the entire way because I KNEW. The vet called us early the next morning and said that right before the shift change, my baby was checked and he was sleeping. His heart monitor and IV were fine. Ten minutes later, his heart stopped. They attempted CPR and he died.When we picked him up, the vet walked in crying and told me he was shocked that my little baby had died. They even reduced my bill by almost 2K. The original vet was contacted by the ER and questioned about his mistake since I had copies of all of his medical records. That vet called me and told me it had
  been an accident, he knew not to vaccinate him and he was very upset and wanted to help me in any way he could. Well he can't bring back my baby. I am mad at myself for having allowed him to vaccinate him. I wrapped him in his blankets, powdered him with his baby powder and my family and I buried him. I wanted to die with him, I could not let him go. This has been a true nightmare because for months I kept having a dream that he was dead. I told my whole family and they kept telling me I was paranoid, now they have nothing to say. I kissed his lifeless body from top to bottom, they had to practically tear him away from my arms. I wanted to dig
  him out again and spend more time with him in my arms. Irrational, I know...I am a mess.
  This is pain like I have never experienced before and I just can't seem to get over it. I have taken a leave of absence from work and my family has decided to hospitalize me since I have expressed a desire to end this pain by dying. I can't stand the thought of not having my little guy here any more and I can't find relief any where.
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• To Poe -- Paul, 17:13:21 01/14/02 Mon
  My blackest Poe...
  Taken in your prime
  Forever young....forever missed....forever loved
  Forever you will rest in the sun-kissed window of my heart
  and chase moths among the stars.
  
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• Taz (Tazzers) I Miss You! -- No name, 15:01:51 01/15/02 Tue
  Saturday, January 12, 2002, we lost our sweet cat of almost 10 years Taz.. or as we referred to him, Tazzers. He would have been 10 at the end of March. His death was a shock - no warning at all. He had not been ill, was always playful, always around us...on our laps or following us around the house. One minute he was meowing to eat, the next he went down to use the litter box, let out two blood curdling screams and my husband found him right in front of the litter box on his side. He was not dead yet, but was dying. My husband touched him and he looked up, then his head went immeadiately down again. My husband brought him up to me, it was early, I was still in bed. What a way to wake up! He said something was seriously wrong with Taz.
  I looked at our baby, it was obvious he was leaving us. But why, what happened?! I went into a panic and began sobbing. There was nothing we could do...his eyes were glazing over and he was taking gasps of air. My husband did rush him to a local vet. They, at that time said he had a faint heartbeat, but it stopped right after. My husband brought his body home. We said goodbye and buried him (a difficult task because the ground is frozen) beneath the lilac bush my husband and kids gave to me for Mothers Day 5 years ago. We bought carnations for his grave and left a candle burning on it. I felt so empty and lost.
  
  Taz was extremely vocal, you always knew when it was time for him to eat...he'd meow non stop, or walk between your feet. He had so much character. Did things I've never seen other cats do. He was also beautiful. A big, but not fat, cat. Just solid. He had what they call blue fur, deep charcoal grey and so shinny...soft, like mink. I've never felt fur like that. We still have one kitti Niki..Taz's sister. She is depressed I think. She looks so sad. They were always together. We also lost Taz's mom (Ashes) this past June, She was 11.
  
  Taz had what I refer to as a white mark that looked like a Hersey's Kiss on his nose down to his chin and a white belly. His paws were white too. God I miss him. His mom was sick for a very long time, so somehow her death was easier for us as she is no longer in pain. But Taz...well I think I feel worse because we thought he was the picture of health. I don't know if knowing what he actually passed from would help or not. I keep thinking maybe we could have prevented this. All I know is it hurts and I keep seeing his beautiful face and then the picture of his last moments flash through my mind and I feel anger, frustration and so helpless. My whole family is grieiving, but my husband doesn't like to talk about it. I need to...so thank you for allowing me this space to get things off my chest. Tazzers I miss you, love you, and will see you in my dreams and have you in my heart forever and always. Love your Momma.
  

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• Pet loss -- Vicki, 10:14:42 01/09/02 Wed
  On Sunday, I had to get my dog put to sleep. I had him for 12 years, since I was 13. I miss him so much. I keep going to call him when I am at home and keep looking next to me hoping to see him sleeping by my side. He was always next to me, where ever I went Doobie went too. He was a Shetland Sheepdog, Black, Brown and white. He was like my child. I hope it gets easier to let him go. He will never be forgotten. The worst was when I finally went home the day after he was put down. My nephew of 10 hugged me and told me that it was just not the same without him. I started cying. I miss him and wish I could hold him one last time!
  

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• A Haiku for Poe 5/12/2000-12/24/2001 -- Paul (Poe's dad), 09:14:34 01/10/02 Thu
  Furs left on pillows
  Can't be cleaned by earthly means
  Tribute to your life
  
  I know you loved to wait for me at the top of the stairs, my blackest Salem kitty.
  I know you're waiting still!
  
  Love always,
  your "Dada"
  

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• timid my bunny -- stacey, 04:02:27 01/09/02 Wed
  yesterday i had to have the vet put my little bunny to sleep.she wasnt a very happy bunny and i could tell she wasnt happy,she was the runt of the litter and she never really got a chance to fight for the food or for hermothers milk.the vet told me that it would be the best thing to do for her,as the vet could not see her changing if she was fixed.it was hard for me to say yes,i now regret my descision.i must live with it,i will greive her and miss her.she was so small and she was a fighter.
  

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• Olivia -- Marci, 11:16:33 01/08/02 Tue
  Yesterday my son and I put our nine-year old Dalmation, Olivia, down. She had been suffering from incontinence, seizures and a gradual loss of coordination and orientation. She was a graceful and dignified dog and did not deal well with her decline in the past months. We loved her like a member of the family, and it pained us to do what we hoped was the right thing. We stayed with her until the end, talking to her and petting her. She slipped away peacefully and gracefully. She will be missed.
  

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• pet loss -- No name, 00:45:47 01/08/02 Tue
  Tucker,
  We all miss you so much. But I think I miss you the most. This is the hardest thing i have ever had to go through...truthfully you were ny best friend. And you will always live on to us, you are in our dreams and prayers. But you will always fill that empty spot inside of me...I love you so much, and miss you with all my heart, I hope we get to see eachother again soon...
  I love you "baby boy" xoxox
  

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• MyKhat was Left Behind -- pddykt, 11:02:06 01/02/02 Wed
  MyGirl died several days ago. As each day has passed since, it becomes obvious that MyKhat is missing her, looking for her. Should we have enabled him to experience her in death, to help him understand why she is no longer where he looks for her.
  

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• Losing a cancer battle -- Debbie, 22:17:58 10/31/01 Wed
  A few weeks ago we took our dog to the veterinarian and found out that he is dying with cancer. It is in his lungs, throat and bladder area. We would never have guessed that was what his problem was. He was having problems urinating and we blamed it on steroid shots that he took for allergies. He is 8 years old and just a mixed breed dog but such a big part of our lives. My husband takes him everywhere with him and while he is at work he is always with me. I don't know if there is ever an easy way to lose a pet, but this is extremely hard. We know that it is just a matter of time before he will die. I prayed to God for him to heal him and he did answer my prayer in that he is now able to urinate on his own. We were having to catherize him daily. He does not seem to be in pain, but he is getting weak in the hind legs and having a hard time getting up, but he still wags his tail and acts excited to get to go for a car ride. He always has gone camping with us and so we took a camping trip with him, but it was really hard on both of us knowing it would probably be our last one with him. My husband has always hand fed him his dog food and now he does not have much of an appetite. He only wants people food and we figure it can't hurt him. He always had a weight problem before and now he is getting thin. The pain that we are feeling now seems unbearable at times and I can't imagine how we will handle it when he leaves this earth. I truly believe that animals go to heaven though because it would not be heaven to me without them. We have lost pets in the past and the pain passes, but usually they die from old age or an accident. This is hard because there is nothing more that we can do for him but love him and make him pain free as much as possible. The good thing is that he does not know he is dying from cancer and so he still tries to comfort us. Animals are amazing and such a blessing. It is hard to say good-bye but like the saying, "It is better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all." It has helped to read the other stories and know that there are so many people that truly love their animals as we do. Sometimes I feel like in a world that has suffered human loss that it is selfish to mourn over an animal, but he is just as much a part of our family. Thank you for this site to help those of us that are hurting. God bless others that are in as much pain as us.
  

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      • I have also lost my pet to cancer.... -- Suz, 14:58:33 01/06/02 Sun

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• An Angel Waiting for Her Wings -- Angela, 11:41:20 12/17/01 Mon
  She's not gone yet, but the vet said today we're close to the end. So I guess I wanted to write this message - perhaps to trick myself into thinking I can freeze this moment in time when I had a few weeks or months left with my Merry - and relish in this bittersweet but precious time left.
  
  Merry, my 16-18 year old white kitty, came to our house during my college graduation party seven years ago. Shamefully declawed on all four paws, this tiny furry vagabond shivered outside in 30-degree weather until my dad said we could keep her - the only time he's ever wanted to keep a stray. After we posted signs, her owner came to get her, but she was back in two days. We never saw him again.
  
  So now, seven wonderful, happy years later, Merry's a little slower, she recently lost 8 or so pounds, and she's drinking a lot of water - a sign, the vet said, that she's got hyperthyroidism, diabetes or cancer. It doesn't much matter - either way, all the signs point to not much time left. So I guess for the first time, I realize that every minute with her is precious now.
  
  She has always come when called to sleep at the end of the bed - especially during those lonely three years between husbands when I was lonely and scared and we were alone together. But I must admit - sometimes she'd be a little demanding, always nudging me, wanting for me to scratch her little head just a minute more.
  
  Funny how those things cease to bother you when you realize she's not going to do them too much longer. Just until she gets her wings. She's such a nice little friend...she's certainly earned them. Man, I'll miss her.
  
  Thanks for this site.
  -Angela in Dallas
  

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• Tessie my 16 year old Chihauhau -- Donna Hammers, 16:19:14 01/03/02 Thu
  My dear Tessie, went to Heaven today, I knew she was dying, but I knew it was best for her to let her go in her own time. Her Daddy, passed away a year ago and Tessie started having seizeres then and she lived another year, but now Daddy is there to greet his little girl. I will miss them both terribly, but I know they are together with the Lord now, and they will be waiting for me and Bubbee, our Male Chihauhau Pug mix,when it is our time to come to heaven. thank You Lord for taking them to heaven.
  

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• My baby girl, Oreo -- Tara, 06:45:07 01/03/02 Thu
  On December 21st, my fiance and I had to say good-bye to our 7 year old, beautiful, lovable cat Oreo...She deteriorated very quickly, and I rushed her to the vet on the Friday afternoon, in tears, after 2 days of force feeding....She was immediately put onto IV, to try and get something into her system...But the vet called that night, and said she wasn't responding to the IV, and was getting worse...She was in a lot of pain...At 12:30 that night, we went to the vet and said good-bye to my little girl..An autopsy was done, and Dr Latimer told me that they found 2 large tumors on her kidney..and there was nothing they could have done..I miss her very much...She's in kitty heaven now with her best friend, Maxie, who has been gone since November of 2000...
  

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• OUR CAT NAMED TAB -- SUE AND DAN, 16:05:04 01/02/02 Wed
  1/2/02 THIS MORNING WE LOST OUR BELOVED YELLOW TABBY CAT OF 7 YRS OLD. HE WAS LIKE A CHILD TO US AND WE WILL MISS HIM DEARLY. TAB LOVED US TOO, WAS ALWAYS WITH US, PURRING AND SITTING BY OUR SIDE. SOME DAY WE WILL SEE HIM AGAIN. WE KNOW HE IS IN ANOTHER PLACE, WARM AND WONDERFUL. GOODBYE TAB, WE LOVE YOU! SUE AND DAN FROM FLORIDA
  

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• Sheba just wanted to run in the yard one last time -- Steve and Alisha Fletcher, 10:38:49 12/25/01 Tue
  Sheba was put to sleep yesterday Christmas Eve. She battled cancer for the last 4 months of her glorious 14 year life. Her birthday was December 23rd and we had hoped she would make it to her birthday. We believe she did it for us. The cancer had spread to her spine and her last act was to to try to chase a squirrel in the yard. Her back legs just gave out. My wife and I are grieving terribly today and miss her deeply. We have 4 other dogs and you can sense their emptiness. Our last moments with her were sad, but she fought till the end. It is very empty in our home not seeing her standing at the stairs or asking to go out in the middle of the night. We know the pain will take time to subside, but her strength in her final months will always be an inspiration. We love ya sheba and we will never forget you. Merry Christmas to all and Sheba we know you are at peace chasing the squirrels in heaven. God Bless you.
  

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• Toffee, Honey and Bubbles - still sweeter than anything -- No name, 09:32:24 12/26/01 Wed
  Toffe Honey and Bubbles were all my hamsters. Toffee lived to an old age and died peacefully and painlessly.
  Honey (aka Hunny) suffered an injury common to hamsters and despite the vet's best efforts, was put to sleep earlier this year. I went to get a new little bundle of joy to replace part of that hole in my heart. Bubbles was lively and happy to begin with, then after a while she settled down and became quieter. When I looked at her on Christmas eve she seemed really fat, surprisingly so. We thought she was fat from lack fo excercise to begin with, then we saw she had little excrement in the cage so we thought maybe she was constipated. On Christmas day in the evening I noticed that she was drowsy, uninterested in food and not very well. Being Christmas day we had to wait until boxing day to ring the vet. Unfortunately when I woke up on Boxing day she was no longer with us.
  Toffee: You were my first, and I dearly dearly miss you.
  Honey: Stay as sweet up there as you were down here.
  Bubbles: It was so short, but I will never forget you.
  
  If anybody knows what could have been wrong with my poor Bubbles, please email me. She suddenly seemed very fat, she had not passed faeces for at least 6 days, she was uninterested in food, her ears were not up so she was not very alert. One day she was very fat but quite lively, the next she was clumsy, uninterested and hardly moving. Her anal area was a bit dirty, as if she had tried to go to the loo, but failed.
  She was fat equally either sife, and the lumps felt like ballons. She was still light. Her teeth were fine, she was not squeaking.
  
  Please, if you know what could have been wrong and what caused it, please tell me! She died last night and I'd really like to know.
  Thank you.
  

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• My Cat Carolina -- Robyn, 12:22:46 12/23/01 Sun
  Yesterday, I had to put my cat, Carolina to sleep. I have had her for eighteen years. WE grew up together - I was six years old when I found her as a little baby kitten - we grew up and old together. She had cancer in her lymphnods and was beginning to suffer. She couldn't eat or swallow and was having a hard time breathing. Each night I prayed for her, but there was nothing I could do. I sit here today still holding her collar, I can't let go of it. I stayed with her through the whole thing, until she was gone. I told her I loved her and held her head and sang to her until
  it was all over. I haven't gone home yet. I don't know how to live in my house without her there. It has always been just me and Carolina. She has always been there for me. Last saturday I gradyated from college and one week later I had to say good-bye. It is the hardest thing I have ever done and still want het to walk around the corner or meow until I pick her up or open the refriderator and get some turkey out for her. I am scared to be without her and can't think of anything else. I carry her picture with me and go to bed crying about her. I keep thinking it is all a nasty dream and I'll wake up soon. I think that maybe she wasn't that sick and I did it too soon. I wish i could have done something for her. I want her to come back that is all I want. To touch her again, to love her again, to hold her and feel her soft fur just one more time. I'll never have that love and connection with anyone else. She is my life. I love her.
  

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• God Has Taken two in 9 months. -- Candy, 23:23:01 12/22/01 Sat
  God has taken his toll on me this year. On February 27th my big boy black Lab Maxwell was diagonoised with cancer. On March 1st I took him to a specialist and then learned just how badly he was ate up with the cancer.He had it in his right leg, hip and rib cage. They said they could amputate but I said he was to good of a dog for such a painful ordeal..not to mention that wouldnt solve the problem with the rib cage.The cancer would still be in him. I returned to my vet with the thought and plan of having him put down but on the following Monday. That way I could be selfish and have him for the weekend.Well ends up the vet came in immediately and he called the specialists and confirmed how badly Maxwell was ate up with cancer.He was put to sleep shortly there after. I took his body home with me and I laid him to rest peacefully. As Ive seen him go from fun loving and playful and 108 pounds to a meer 71 pounds.When he died and I felt his last breath of air go out of him I felt like a very large part of me died.I wondered for the longest time if I made the right decision.I hurt and I cried for days and days.More like weeks and weeks.But I think of him still on a daily basis.I still cry and I still hurt.I thought it so unfair as he was only 7 years old and fit in with the other babies of the house.Now God as done it to me again.I lost my baby Sam.she was a 15 year old part Siamese, part persian cat.Those chocolate ears and those deep blue eyes.He took her from me on a Thursday same as Maxwell..she went to see Maxwell on Thursday December 20th.She had just been to the vet on Monday and he said he thought she was anemic.I was getting ready to find out what could be done when she died in her sleep 3 days later.I still have two kids left..a 14 year old pomeranian and a cat that will be 2 in March.They each have their own little personalities and I love them both dearly but they sure dont fill the spots of the ones lost.Yet I wonder how much more and when God will take the last of my kids.I think its so cruel that he keeps taking mine.As they have always been spoiled,loved, sleep in the house,they are fed and loved yet people who have animals and sbuse and neglect them, tie them to trees, not fed and not loved or are threw out for the human society to take care of still live and live with an empty heart.Im not saying I wish them dead because I dont.I love all animals and if I could feed every stray in the world I would and I would bring them home so they knew what its like to be loved and taken care of.I just dont understand why Im losing my babies.Im hurt, confused and even angry.And if I could die in their places trust me I would.I would change places with both Maxwell and Sam if I could start all over again.
  

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• Do they hate us for killing them? -- Pattie, 14:00:32 08/31/01 Fri
  The last two days have been a blur. I have a dear little cat, over 20 years old, who is very slowly, and painfully dying. This morning the vet told me what my heart already knew. The only real option left is to "put her down".
  
  Not knowing what else to do, I went and lied down on the floor with my very weak and unresponsive kitty. I looked in her eyes, trying to see in vain if she was okay with the end being near. Her eyes are barely open now....her breathing is labored and she doesn't want to be touched.
  If only I knew for sure it was the right thing to do.
  
  My mind is filled with questions..does she want to live? Is she afraid to die? Will it hurt her?? Will I lose my composure and scare her further? Will we ever see each other again?? Is she angry at me for letting her down? Should I have done more to save her? How can I let this poor, miserable little animal suffer anymore??
  
  How can I let her place of death be a cold vet office with a syringe draining the life out of her?? I feel like I'm executing her. Does she feel the same??
  
  Why can't she find the strength, one last time, to stand up...walk over to a warm sun spot in her living room...and lie down to peacefully go to sleep forever...
  
  Why does it have to be like this???? Why, why, why
  

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  • Re: Do they hate us for killing them? -- Pat and Steve, 16:30:41 09/01/01 Sat
  • Re: Do they hate us for killing them? -- Bonnie, 10:25:21 09/06/01 Thu
  • Re: Do they hate us for killing them? -- No name, 07:50:43 09/07/01 Fri

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• Goodbye to a Gentle and Wonderful Friend -- Danetta, 14:26:30 12/19/01 Wed
  Topie, was a Quarter Horse mare that my parents bought for me back in 1988. She was 14 at the time. I grew up with her. Learned to really ride on her. She helped me conquer my fears, and deal with childhood troubles.
  
  I would go out to the pasture and wrap my arms around her neck and cry into her mane. She would wrap her head around me and hold me for as long as I needed.
  
  Eventually, I got married and had 2 girls. Both loved Topie with all of their little hearts. She would love to let them walk around with her on her back. You could see her watch out for them as they played around her.
  
  Last friday, (12/14/01) She choked on her feed. She was having a very hard time breathing. I called out the vet, and with the help of a wonderful friend and barn buddy, we flushed out the blockage and got her comfortable again.
  
  The following days were spent sitting out with her and monitoring her. She wasn't eating, but things were starting to look up. I hugged her that last time I saw her, whispered my traditional I love you to her and left. The next morning she was dead in her stall. By the positioning...She such laid down and went to sleep. There was no evidence of struggle. Praise God.
  
  Yesterday, I buried her. My heart aches. I cry alot. I try to remain strong for the girls. They help so much.
  
  Here's to you "We Law Girl" aka Topie...You will always be loved. I miss you! I will see you when I get to heaven...
  

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• my big guy is gone to heavens playground! -- gail, 18:30:50 12/19/01 Wed
  well-it all started in october of 1990. we went to our local shelter looking for a doggie to take home. as we walked up the sidewalk along the long gates that the dogs were inside, this great big black lab came crashing and barking(the deepest bark i ever heard) up against the side of the fence as we were passing. i jumped out of my shoes , laughing, and said that we would go home with a dog----but not THAT ONE!
  needless to say--we go in and tell the girl what we were looking for and she says that she had the perfect obediant trained dog for us. she had us go and wait in a large garage in the back and she would bring him out to us.
  well-------here he comes!!! this big black lab that tried to introduce himself to us at the gate outside.
  i could've just died right there at that moment. i stood behind my dad and let her show him off and show us how well trained that he was.
  she was absolutely right and we left with this huge horse 10 minutes later.
  i'll never forget that day nor will i ever forget yesterday(12/18/01) when we had him put to sleep forever. no more big bad barks anymore.no more protector for my 2 boys as they play outside at their nanas house. no more best buddy.
  he had suffered greatly the past few months--we were being selfish with him--understandably!! i finally convinced my parents that the time was now-- let him go with some dignity about him self.
  my mom couldnt go with us--too heartbroke-- but i made myself go and hold the big guy. probably the hardest thing in my life to have done so far. i held him and he wouldnt even look at me. im feeling alot of guilt and heartbreak now but i know in my heart that he is better in heavens playground. he wont be waiting at our homes door to great us anymore, but he'll be at the doggie door in heaven waiting to play with us soon enough. i love you rocky and will never forget you and for keeping us all safe. you were a beloved best friend.
  always and forever--gail,linda,don,and boys!
  rest in peace big guy until we meet again!
  

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• The Sweetest Boy in the World -- Lisa, 10:40:55 12/16/01 Sun
  Our sweet, beautiful boy Tiki passed away this week. Although he had been sick for quite a while, we had always kept hope that he would recover from whatever liver ailment was causing him to lose weight.
  
  On the advice of our vet, we took him to the veterinary hospital at A&M University, to see if they might be able to help him in any way. The doctors acknowledged that he was a very sick cat but could not tell us exactly what the problem was without a biopsy. I was not willing to put our baby through that.
  
  Unfortunately, Tiki was not eating and the only thing that could be done was to insert a feeding tube. The doctor would not perform that operation without also doing a biopsy. What could we do? Say no so he could starve to death? He had the procedure Wednesday afternoon.
  
  Thursday we went down to College Station and found out the results of the biopsy. My sweet little boy had cancer. His liver was in such poor shape that the options were less than few. We could put him through chemo treatments, which would have required extensive hospitalization, and would only prolong his life for a few months. How could we do that to him? It would have been like torture, with Tiki not knowing why they were doing all that to him! My husband and I felt that he deserved better than that.
  
  We knew what we had to do. Our son was still pretty groggy from all he'd been through but still managed to purr for us when we held him. My husband and I took turns holding, petting , and talking to him. They allowed us as much time as we needed to say goodbye. I think we spent almost two hours with him, (unsuccessfully) trying not to cry. My husband held Tiki in his lap as he was put to sleep.
  
  I am weeping as I write this. I adored my baby. I had bonded with him from the first day that we brought him home. He was always "my boy." Now who is going to sit on my lap in the mornings as I read the paper? Who is going to burrow under the covers and sleep next to my feet at night? Who's going to drink water from the faucet? And who will save Mommy from those killer geckos who invade our home?
  
  My heart is broken. Tiki came into our lives and gave us six and a half years of total joy. How we loved him! And how we will miss him!
  

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• Niki -- Jen, 22:26:24 10/17/01 Wed
  Last Saturday, I had to put my best friend out of his misery. Niki was 13 and his kidneys had started to fail. Our Vet offered to buy us some more time, but I couldn't do that to him so I gathered up the courage to do what was right. It wasn't very easy and I have cried a lot of tears for my old friend. Niki and I were together for most of those 13 years and he was there for a lot of firsts and important moments in my life. He shared the laughter and the tears with me. He was there when I bought my first car and locked me out of it when there was only one key. He helped my study for my Masters degree. He outlasted several boyfriends and was always a very good judge of character. He even was very tolerant of me getting him a cat to keep him company during the long hours that I had to put in at my first real job. I will never forget him and I miss all of the funny little things that he used to do. The way that he howled at the answering machine when it picked up a call. How he loved when it was time to eat or take a nap. The way he loved to torment the people that didn't like him by begging for attention then growling at them as soon as they tried to pet him. The funny little noises that he used to make in his sleep. This is a lonely house now, but I know that Niki has gone on to a better place and that he is playing with all of his friends that went on before him. Your cat and I will always love you and will miss you. There will never be another one like you, Niki! We love you.
  

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• What will I possibly do without him? -- Heather, 10:54:05 10/18/01 Thu
  Yesterday, we were forced to put down our Norwegian Elkhound, Tucker. He kept having seizures that wouldn't stop, even after the vets gave him many different kinds of medication. Tuck was my best friend, and even though I always knew it would hurt when he was gone, I never could have guessed that it could hurt this much. I feel like a giant part of myself has just been taken away, and I feel all hollow and empty inside. Tuck and I used to do everything together, play games and go for walks, and I would always talk and sing to him when I got home from school. That would be our our special time together, because I always got home first. We would always play and I would make a snack and give him some treats and I would tell him about my day. And even if I had an absoulutely awful day, all I had to do was pet him a few times and I would feel a lot better. But now I just feel sick and empty inside. I don't even know if it has really hit me that he is gone yet, and I dread coming home now to an empty house. Now who will I have to comfort me on a bad day? What will I do when I feel I have no one else to turn to? I guess it's true what they say: You never know how truely precious something is until you lose it. I mean, I knew I loved Tuck, loved him with my entire heart and soul, but I guess I truely loved him more than I would have ever known. You know, I have quite a few important people in my life, but I always kind of felt that just as long as I had Tuck, I could do absolutely anything. With Tuck by my side, everything would always turn out alright. But now that he's gone, what am I possibly going to do without him? He was perhaps the biggest part of my life, and now he has been taken from me. I miss him so much, the way his feet used to dance wildly in anticipation of a treat, or when his eyes sparkled brilliantly as you played with him, or when he climbed into your lap, looked up at you adoringly with his liquid chocolate eyes, and heaved the most exaggerated contented sigh as he rested his head on your legs. But, by far, I will miss him the most for his simple and loyal companionship, one which will forever outlast time.
  
  I love you, Tuck. I will never forget.
  

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• My Best Friend -- No name, 19:21:51 12/12/01 Wed
  On 12/12/01 my beloved and cherished Boxer, Glock,went to be with his true love Storm, a white boxer,and to play in the fields of heaven.I held him so tight when he died in my arms.He was 11 years old and a wonderful companion to me and my children.He was a bday gift from my wife 11 years ago.He was so small I had to hold him up when he went so he wouldnt fall back.oh i do miss him so.
  

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• Katalino -- Scherri, 22:53:30 12/11/01 Tue
  Katalino was my beloved 8-yr-old Cockatiel and I lost him early this morning. My husband noticed yesterday morning that he didn't seem himself, so I rushed him to the vet before I went on to work. After calls made to and from the vet's office, everything seemed fine, but when I went to pick him up the vet said that he had taken a turn and wanted to observe him overnight. I asked to see him and when he didn't try to bite me and he let me pet him indicated to me that he was in bad shape. I'm glad I had those last few minutes with him because when I called this morning, he was gone. He was my "little buddy" and I had him long before I met my husband so we went everywhere together when I was still single. I got him a mate when he was 6-mos-old and Katy is so very lonely right now. It is so hard right now and I can't seem to stop crying, but I also realize that I will see him someday on the other side. I just needed to know that I was not alone in my grief.
  

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• So long, you stranger of a white cat -- Mike, 14:35:04 12/11/01 Tue
  
  Well, were just checking around the web about cats n' stuff, had a stray that came up to our house just this spring. A big ol' white tabby, he was rather thin so we decided to take him in and feed and warm him. He never really got that full nice cat shape, nor was he too quick at the hunt. But he was a wonderfull loving companion that had to investigate everything, and help out with the weeding.
  
  Last night he looked sick, and had a swollen leg. We took him to the vet who atlast tested him for feline leukemia, and he tested positive. So, I guess its time to say good bye, a little bit too early, and way too quick. I only hope he feels that he had a nice home, atleast for a bit!
  
  Its going to be really silent around the house, we also lost our dog during the spring, so the poor old cat was a welcome addition.
  
  Strange, how those little fourpaws manage to get you all attached, they really are wonderfull.
  
  /Mik
  
  The tracks are gone,
  the house is silent,
  but the playfull spirit,
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• So many ferrets, so little time -- Angel Ferret Shelter, Inc., 20:51:18 10/17/01 Wed
  The loss of a pet is never easy. Imagine spending all your time, love and energy on a beloved pet, only to lose it within a few years. It tears your heart apart, and it takes so long to get "over" if, if you ever truly do.
  Now imagine going through that several times a month, year after year.
  It is never easy to lose a pet, and it is not easy to lose one here at the shelter. It never gets "easy".
  Take the time to love your pet, cherish the time you have, embed them in your heart and mind.
  In loving memory of Lucy, Baby, Venetia, Mindy, B.J., MoJoe, Foxy, Melissa, Tully, all of the Angels who have passed, and especially my beloved Conan.
  Thank you
  

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• Nikki -- Rob, 13:18:42 12/04/01 Tue
  My dog Nikki was 18yrs old. I'm 22, and she was my best friend since I was six. I was blessed that she was happy for 18yrs. It's so hard to let go, and I'm crying like a child right now. I feel so guilty. I love her and she's gone forever. I'll miss her forever and she will never be forgotten. Bye Nikki-poo, I love you.
  

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• I'm lost -- No name, 23:23:19 11/24/01 Sat
  Thanksgiving night, Shakey died in my arms while we were rushing him to the vet's. He was 12, a barn cat originally, and had struggled with cancer all summer. He was always roly-poly, and I knew when he had lost so much weight that he wouldn't get better, but I kept canceling the appointments to have him put to sleep. I never felt it was the right time, and I never wanted him to leave me. He had trouble breathing at the end, and I can't get his passing out of my mind.
  
  His brother Bill misses him; we're both so lonely without our "belly boy." He was always on my lap, and he loved hamburger and any of his favorite "meat groups." I miss him so much, and I want to tell everyone who can't understand the depth of my feelings to...well, you understand. I have no children, and the boys are my and my husband's family. Now I've lost my Shakey, and it's so painful.
  
  I empathize with all of you. My only hope is he's now with my dad, waiting for me, and I'll see him again.
  

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• my beloved "tina" -- steve, 15:40:14 11/29/01 Thu
  Well.......... where do you start to tell your pets life story, but at the beginning......... tina was a jack russell puppy 6 wks old when we got her, and as i didnt want her to be left alone all day, i used to take her to work with me, all my workmates got used to her being in my van, and she got used to people, she was my best friend, ..... this is so hard.......well her mother had a sister two yrs later, and yes you guessed it, i got her as well, they got on great, we used to go out twice a day every day,rain or shine, they loved it running around the fields, well tina got sick when she was 14 yrs old, the vet said it was her heart, but there was tablets that could be given to ease the pressure on her heart, but these made her want to go to the toilet a bit more often, i made every effort to let her out when and where she wanted, trying to make her feel not so guilty, when she looked up at me, as if to say "sorry but i need to go again", well time went on and two years later tina was really low, but coping well on the tablets, like all animals do, (very rare to hear an animal complain when they are ill) well one thing led to another and my marriage split up, there was no way i could take tina with me to my new home, and no way i should split up the sisters that got on so well, i felt so bad that i couldnt spend more time with her, i got a phone call 27-11-01 tina had to be put to sleep........ my heart took a blow.... she was my best friend ever........ she had a good and long life .. she was 16yrs ........ i will miss you forever tina, i am so sorry i couldnt be with you at the end ........... gone but not forgotten x
  

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• My Shadow -- April, 18:08:23 11/22/01 Thu
  It's been 14 months since my Shadow disappeared and to this day my heart is so empty without her. The guilt and the "what ifs" that play over and over in my mind.
  We had gone to visit my sister-in-law and, as many times before, we left Shadow behind at my sister-in-laws home as we took a trip to a nearby fair. When we came back, Shadow was gone. We searched and searched for her and have never found her.....
  We have had several pet dogs and cats in our 26 years of marriage......each loss harder than the last, but they had all died. We knew they had died. We don't know what happened to Shadow and when she disappeared, so did a part of me and I don't really know how to deal with it at times. Shadow was a mixed breed.....part shepard and terrier and the most unique dog we had ever known. She was very smart as well as loving and my constant companion for over 5 years.......I wished with all of my heart I could take that day back and hold her forever..............my sons now are talking of getting another dog and I just can't imagine doing that. I would love to love another dog, but the guilt of replacing Shadow is too deep and the hurt of losing Shadow is too much to bear.....
  
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• Mr. T-Cat -- Kay, 15:24:00 11/20/01 Tue
  It has been a week since our Thomas disappeared. One evening upon going to bed, he wasn't curled up with one of my daughters as he usually is. I thought he must have snuck outside on someone, so I went out and called him. I thought it was strange that he didn't come to me, but it has happened before. The next morning I expected to see him walking down the driveway, talking all the way, as was his routine when he stayed out at night. At noon, I knew something was terribly wrong, he was never gone that long before, and never wandered far from the house.... We searched, put up reward posters, and nothing.
  We are finally accepting that he is probably gone. We live in the countryside so anything could have happened. The hardest thing for me is watching the grief my two children are experiencing.
  Thomas came to us as a half-grown stray. We kept him against my husband's wishes, and he grew to love him as well. When he came to us, he was used to going outside, and we had a terrible time keeping him in the house. I told the children that "We saved him once, but it doesn't look like we can save him this time."
  We miss the suckling noises he made when he slept, how he sat at the empty chair at the table at dinner time, how he completely skinned his play mice, the softness of his fur, how he loved the little plastic pull rings off the gallon milk containers, how he hogged the Lazy Boy recliner with Daddy, and so many other things. We were most fortunate to have been blessed with him for the 5 years he lived with us.
  We are planning on having a small memorial service.
  We are also planning on adopting a kitten from the local shelter, with the strict rule that this cat is NOT allowed outside under any conditions, as we do not want to endure this sort of pain again. Not knowing, always looking out the deck or on the porch for him. PLEASE KEEP YOUR CATS INSIDE. It is hard to do when you have young children who are constantly going in and out,, but my children now understand the importance of this more than ever. Thank you for this lovely website, it helps everyone to be able to write about their loss..............
  

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• Molly, My Forever Friend -- Patti of Holladay, 15:56:48 11/13/01 Tue
  11/12/2001 During the evening a whisper came to me that Molly would not be with us for very much longer. And that is true because my beautiful little Cocker died...she is 11 years old, a cherished member of our family. She taught us all so much about kindness, loyalty, unconditional love and just never complaining. What shear joy a true friend is and life will never be the same. Everyone just fell in love with her when they saw her and I will remember always for the bright spot she is in my day. Goodbye faithful and forever friend....for now.
  

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• Duncan, the "Wonder Dog" -- Sonya, 22:35:02 11/10/01 Sat
  My family lost our best friend Duncan a week ago on the 3rd of November. He was the victim of a poisoning. He was a 9 year old lab-irish wolfhound mix. I cannot express my grief. Three dogs in the neighborhood died the same week. Duncan was old, and never bothered anyone. Someone took him from us. He held on for a week as his kidneys and liver failed. I opted to put him down last saturday. God, I hope he doesn't think I betrayed him. My kids and husband built a huge bonfire the night he died. We talked and cried, and sent him to heaven with the sparkles of light and the swirls of smoke. Duncan, I love you and miss you and I look forward to seeing you on the other side. Until then my friend, roll in the grass and wait for me....
  

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• My friend Lizzy -- Tom, 22:55:49 11/09/01 Fri
  Lizzy was my twenty-one year old beagle. She died yesterday because I left the patio door open, and she fell in the pool. I rushed her to the Veterinarian who determined she was suffering from Hypothermia and a large amount of water deep in her lungs. After several hours she became more alert, and the doctor let me take her home, but cautioned me how serious her condition was. I wrapped her up in a blanket, set Lizzy on my lap, and talked to her about all we have done in our lives together. After an hour at home, her breathing became heavy. I saw in her eyes that she was leaving me, and all I could do was hold her, and tell her how much she was loved. Then she went to sleep.This morning I took her back to the doctor's office. They were so nice to us, and handled her like a delicate flower. Lizzy's ashes will be coming back to me this week. I can not understand why she would be taken from me in this way, and why on earth did I leave that door open. The guilt is stabbing into my heart and I don't know how to make it stop. I really thought we would have more times together. She was a great dog, and a cherished friend.
  Tom
  

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• The Little Grey Tabby -- Kim, 16:09:04 10/28/01 Sun
  On Oct. 22/2001, my good friend of two days had to leave me. I had gotten him from the Humane Society, a cute cuddly little grey tabby, of a year and a half, which I named 'Dustin'.
  We had been looking at many cats for about a month, none of them really fitting what we wanted in a cat. I recall standing in the room, looking from cage to cage of sad faces when two fluffy grey arms caught my attention. As I approached his cage he mewed his silent mew, squishing his head and body as close as he could to me. After watching him for a moment, (it's not allowed to touch all the cats because of diseases), i decided this would be the one cat I would pet. After openeing the cage door and picking his up he immeidately rolled onto his back in my arms going limp in comfort. After an hour so of scritches and smiles, my mother advised that we go home because they had to close.
  That night I could not keep my mind off of the little gray cat, tossing and turning in my bed I desperately hoped he wasn't bought. The next day while I was at school, my mother had called them to put him on hold so she could talk my father into getting him. When I got home from school, she broke me the news that I could get him the next day! I uncontollably cried with overwhelming joy!
  The next day, Saturday morning, went went to the shelter to pick up my new cat. He was kept in my room to intorduce him gradually to his new home. He hopped out of his carrying box and as I sat on the floor, he immediately came over to me and plunked his little body in my lap, tummy up, eyes closed. He was SO perfect!! I couldn't have asked for a better companion! That night as I climbed into bed, he hopped up and slept beside me for half the night.
  When I awoke the next morning, he was under the far corner of my bed, I smiled at him coaxing him to come out and say hello, he did not budge but rather closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Never having owned a feline before, I assumed he was just realizing this to be his new home and trying to adjust, so I left him to sleep. Throughout that Sunday I would check on him every two hours or so. When ever I did, he had barely moved, not even wanting some loving pettings or cuddles he so much wanted the previous day, again, I assumed he was only adjusting. That night before bed I decided to spend some more time with him; so I read to him softly as he hid under the bed. The next day when I came home from lunch I started to worry more, he hadn't moved from where he was in the morning so I picked him up and carried him downstairs when he limpy layed in my arms, he seemed not very happy at all. My mom called the Humane Society to ask if they could see him, and as she talked on the phone, her voice dropped and became somber. I knew something terrible was wrong. She hung up the phone and explained that he had all the symptoms of Feline Distemper, which was ultimately fatal. Reluctantly and teary eyed I kissed him goodbye and gently placed him in his carrying box so she could take him in for the Veteranarian to do a test.
  On my sad walk back to school I cried and hoped he would be fine. My stomach became tight as last period ended, for I would find out if he was alive or not in a few short minutes. I walked towards the car looking to my mom, she avoided eye contanct. I knew it was bad. As I sat down and closed the door, I asked quietly, on the verge of tears, "Is he gone?" her reply was a choked, "Yes."
  The whole way home we cried, she told me what the Vet had said, and I blamed myself for his death. 'Why didn't I notice it before?', 'I should have adopted him earlier...', 'He never really knew what it was like to be loved and have a good home...', these questions and thoughts plagued my mind for the next few days. I becames angry, sad, lethargic. I didn't even want to talk to my friends because they would ask about him and would cry again. My eyes finally dried up by the next night. I couldn't even keep anything of his bacause or the damned disease. Luckily though, I had drawn him as he slept the day I got him, when he was his happy self.
  I'm finding it hard to cope with his loss; I feel alone but know I am not after reading all these other tragic tales and balling my eyes out. Every song I hear can relate to Dusty in some manner. Thank you to whomever made this site, it's helped me greatly to let others know about Dusty, and also to know about others lost loved ones. We miss them all.
  
  I miss you Dusty, and I love you. Forever.
  ~A very sad girl
  

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• Sweet Little Karma -- Merle Feeser, 09:24:58 11/08/01 Thu
  Yesterday my sweet little cat "Karma" lost her battle with cancer and died peacefully in her sleep. I greive but I know I did all that could be done for her. She will be missed. Although I have many other furry friends in my home, each one is special in their own way. Karma was sweet and affectionate and just a pure joy. She came to me as a stray and alluded me for some time before she finally decided to come into my home and share her life with me. That was four years ago and today there is a hole in my heart and an all too empty space in my home. Be at peace Little Karma, you will live in my heart forever.
  

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• Kitty gone!! -- Linda, 14:33:14 11/07/01 Wed
  Hello pet lovers,
  I am not only grieving the recent loss of our one month old kitty "kneehi",I am feelin such guilt and anger that I need to talk to someone that may be able to offer me some help! We took in a female stray in her last 2 weeks of pregnancy(she had just begun coming around)We took her to the vet that same day,the vet said she seemed fine,then did whatever needed to be done to assure the Mom was well, 2 weeks later "Cashmere" gave birth to 5 kittens,we supervised the intire thing,just in case.... by the next day she had already lost one,by day 3 she had lost 2 more,I did't know what to do,I took the mom and the remaining 2 kittens to the vet,she said it sounded like an upper respritory problem and the antibiotics began,after another week,the male kitten"catnip" was big,fat,strong,playing,running around,nursing like crazy...
  the female"kneehi" on the other hand seemed a bit less active,walking a little,not playful,not seeming to be nursing well,We did everything we read to do... put her on the nipple,tryed feeding her mothers replacement milk through a eyedropper,she took a small amount but we felt good that we at least knew she was getting food,she was skin and bones,her brother doubled her in weight,this scared us,I would check on her all during the night,I would get up to feed her in the early morning,she was'nt even kneeding the mom any more,she seemed week,we took them back to the vet last Monday,she said to continue to try to get food in her if it was nessecary,that the heart beat was stong and that she had gained about 1/2 a pound...By that Friday we brought them back to the vet for their deworming...She was worse she was breathing very hard like someone with asthma, she was'nt walking around anymore,she was'nt taking the milk we we're trying to force feed her a little,the vet said her heart rate was extremly slow,it would be best to put her to sleep,we decided not to do it right away we wanted to give her every chance,I feed her about a third of an eyedropper of mothers milk,I tried to give her off my fingers a nibble of wet cat food mixed with the milk,she did'nt want anything,she went to sleep,I went to bed,I checked on her all during the night she slept,when we went in to feed her about 6:00 the next morning she was making a gurgling sound and crying,she was in pain so we found a vet to put her to sleep,an hour away,she suffered the whole way there then she took one last gasp and passed away in my arms,I hurt so badly for her,I feel so much guilt that she had to suffer that way because we did'nt put her to sleep the night before,I'm having a hard time dealing with that,on the other hand I'm angry at the vet,I feel that she should have said to us that because of the slow heart beat fluids can get in the lungs and she would drown in her own fluids,If I had known that I would have put her to sleep the night before(I found all this out later)!!! I would never do anything to harm any animal,We have 2 dogs and 5 cats,3 of them were outside strays that we were feeding,one we've had 13 years and then the only surviving kitten... We are hurting so!!!
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• doing what i had too :-( -- Shirley, 04:22:18 11/01/01 Thu
  I will first like to share that my son begged me for a pitt bull for 2 years. and i said not! finally he got the money up himself and asked again .. i finally agreed. not too happy about it ! but i tell u what " Raider" was the best dog we ever had :-) the love of my life.. people are un-aware of the fact that pitts are not bad. It is the owners who raise them, i was also one of those people! would i get another ?? yes in a heartbeat. My Raider was the most loveable and people-happy dogs i have ever had the pleasure of raising. The hardest thing in my life to do was the right thing. I had to put him to sleep yesterday. I spent alot of money to keep him alive .. but it was pro-longing his death according to my vet.. It hurt and still does but i had 4 hours to love him as always before i had to do what was right for him..only cause i loved him that much :-( on that note i would like to say .. Please when you see a pitt bull ?? think of my Raider ! he could give Kisses to last a lifetime !! thank you
  

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• Saying Good Bye to My Furchild, Elroy -- Alysia, 00:25:59 11/01/01 Thu
  Yesterday, October 30, 2001, I lost my beloved Golden Retriever, Elroy. I would like to share his story and I will try to keep it short.
  
  To begin his story I must start before I adopted him. His life began with a family that only knew cruelty and abuse. Research brought us to find the abuse he had suffered. He has been beated with swimming pool weights, cinder blocks, and had been shot. People told us they would feed him so that he could stay alive. Many wondered how he kept from getting hit by a car living so close to a busy road.
  
  I adopted him on Jan 4, 1995. I took him to our Vet and asked him to do complete Xrays and lab work. I wanted him to have the best chances of survival. My Vet showed us the evidence that we needed. His Xrays showed us the extent of his damage when we saw his muzzle had been broken and left to mend itself. Most of this was done by a person who took an oath not to harm animals but to save them.
  
  I could not understand why anyone could hurt him let alone any animal, espeically a Golden Retriever. Especially with those big brown loving eyes. He was my angel and God had answered my prayers. We adopted him because the previous year I had been hurt very badly in a car wreck and thought it would raise my spirits. I couldn't get around because of spinal cord injuries. Somehow he always knew when my legs wasn't going to work. He would stand sideways with his ribs against my leggs and pushed me to the nearest chair. One winter evening walking from my parents home my leggs failed me. He barked and until he got my mom's attention and I got help. If it wouldn't have been for him I don't know how long I would have been in the freezing cold. He was my hero once again. I have gotten better and I don't think it would have happened without his help. He gave me the strenght even when I thought I could not go on.
  
  We took him to back to our Vet and found out that he had developed Epilpsy from the abuse and trauma to his head. Working with out vet we found medications to keep the seizures under control. He had them for 4 or 5 yrs. He was a trooper though them and I was always at his side. It was the least I could do for him.
  
  He was my child and I tried to give him the one thing he wanted most of all and that was love. I hope that the time Elroy had with my family and I, he found the safety and security of a warm and loving home.
  
  He was so loveing to our newest addition and that was our first child. He loved her so much and they were like brother and sister. Aly is one yr old and is missing him very much. She called him "Bub-Bub". She still calls his name. She knows he is gone and is still looking for him. I try to explain, but she just looks at me with a puzzled look.
  
  He was taken so suddenly. He had a disease called Evans Syndrome. I am not sure about the spelling, but basically his own body started to attack his own red blood cells, white blood cells and platletts. We rushed him to the vet and we brung him home while we waited for the lab results, but by the time the test results were done he had passed on. He got to die with us all around and in his home. That was where he belonged. Where he was loved and cared for and made comfortable.
  
  I thought writing his story and letting the world know about this wonderful dog, would help me to get closure. I sure do wish he could have been with me for just a little while longer, but it wasn't meant to be.
  
  The tears will dry, but I will always love you, Elroy. I always will miss you and think of you often.
  
  Thank you for taking the time to read his story. He was the best friend I could have ever had.
  

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• Silent World/Sammy's Rainbow -- Doug, 04:57:26 09/03/01 Mon
  I mentioned sharing these with all of you awhile back. The first one hits a little too close to home with me, considering I was not able to say goodbye to Sammy as he lay in the vet's hospital the night he left for Rainbow Bridge. It's from Donna Lewis' CD called NOW IN A MINUTE:
  
  SILENT WORLD
  
  If I could put you on top of a cake I would ice you,
  And keep you wrapped up in a box to be near you...
  If I could, I would.
  
  If I could touch you again with my fingers so gently...
  If I could feel you breathing in time next to me...
  
  But the silence surrounds me,
  Flashing memories of you riding with the moon that night;
  I never had the chance to say goodbye...
  Goodbye...
  
  Lost forever,
  Lost to another world;
  Gone forever,
  But remembered in our thoughts you are.
  
  If I could open the heavens above I'd be with you...
  If I could hold you again in my arms I would tell you
  That I love you...
  
  @1996, Donna Lewis Ltd./Warner Chappell Music , Inc. ASCAP
  
  ...and this is my personal tribute to Sammy:
  
  SAMMY'S RAINBOW
  
  As he slept inside the cage of steel
  (Unknowing of what was to come?),
  Perhaps he thought the same as I:
  He'd soon be coming home.
  
  ...and once again we'd play our game,
  "Attack!" and "Counter-attack!"
  And once again I'd stroke his face,
  And brush his sable back.
  The rabbit-kicking wrestling matches,
  Trying to bite my hand...
  The Yin and Yang that only a cat
  And his human can understand.
  
  All those years ago he came
  While the light was still in his eyes...
  A face that all at once appeared
  Both mischievous and wise.
  The stately stance, the eyes half-closed
  In purring ecstasy...
  The look that said, no nobler
  Was anyone than he.
  Yet, in his gentle, golden glance,
  Humility was there.
  The look that said, "I'm here for you;
  You know how much I care.
  I'll come to you when you are sad,
  When life has brought you down;
  To bring a smile back to your face,
  I'll play for you the clown.
  And by your side each night I'll sleep
  Until each new sunrise...
  I'll feel you turn your face to me,
  And gaze into your eyes.
  And as you go about your day,
  This much you'll know is true:
  I'll keep my watch throughout my day,
  And patiently wait for you.
  A soft 'meow' to greet you,
  As your key turns in the door...
  The look that says, 'Your work day's through;
  Don't think of it anymore.'"
  
  All that love so freely given,
  Asking naught in return...
  If they could only speak our words--
  The lessons we would learn!
  
  And on that night, in the cage of steel,
  He heard the silent call...
  He felt the bliss of sweet release--
  To fly and not to fall!
  The Song of Welcome filled his ears,
  And there he stood at the Gate.
  He turned and sent these thoughts to me:
  "I love you, and I will wait.
  I'm honored by the tears you shed,
  But know this now: I am not dead.
  The time had come for me to depart...
  I did not intend to break your heart.
  No longer aged and wracked with pain,
  A healthy cat am I again!
  My fellow felines met me here,
  To calm my soul and dispel my fear.
  This Rainbow Bridge is everything
  They said it would be, and now I sing
  With we who've loved you through the years,
  In hopes of taking away your tears.
  I'm sorry that you didn't get
  The chance to say goodbye.
  You hurt, because I was all alone
  When it came my time to die.
  But that's just it--we never die!
  We only change our form!
  So be at peace, my loving friend--
  I'm happy, safe and warm.
  The One Who made the Earth and Sun
  Has brought me to this place;
  And here I'll wait, 'til once again
  I see your smiling face.
  You'll see God's Promises fulfilled
  As joy fills your heart...
  Our lives will have come full-circle then,
  And never again will we part."
  
  --Doug, August 5-27, 2001
  
  This poem was inspired by the short stories of Consta (Constance) Jenkins, in hopes that Sammy is enjoying his new life in the company of Eatbugs, Isolde, Virginia, and my former furpals: Angie, Chelsea, Mewzette, Freddie, Pepper, Pookie, Panther, Jasmine, Py-Wacket, Py-Ly,...and my first "dog dog," Joe.
  

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• I miss my dog -- Lori, 02:25:15 10/23/01 Tue
  hi I wrote a few months ago because i lost my dog she just disappeared That was june 5th and now its october 22 and the pain just will not go away.I think about her every day I wander if she is alright or if she is realy gone forever. I try to make myself feel better by saying that she has probably found another good home but even then I wander if they are taking care of her right she was a very spoiled dog you see i found her when she was only 4 weeks old in walmart parking lot I almost ran over her I picked her up and we spent the next 6 years loving each other she slept with me ate with me and went every were i went and when she didnt go she stayed in the house I could trust her that much but one day i forgot to let her in when I left and now she is gone what could of happened to my stormy Just recently we had to move from texas to indiana for my husbands job I feel like I left my child in texas. But now I know I will never find her. We did get another dog a golden retriever named sadie I do love her but I still miss stormy I never even got to say goodbye. I am sorry to go on like this but I realy do not have anyone i can talk to about this I feel like no body understands what I am going through she was just a dog so people say but I feel like my heart was ripped out I just don't know what to do with all this grief sometimes it hurts so bad I cant stand it sometimes I think that if something would just tell me she is dead i could grieve and go on and finally get over it but I cant because she might be out there some where well I have taken enough of your time thank you for listening it does help
  
  
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• Corky, my Scottie -- Jen, 17:07:03 10/22/01 Mon
  I remember when we got him. I was little, in second grade. My mom was so excited to get the puppy that she made my dad go out at night and get him instead of waiting for the next day. He was 9 weeks old, I think. And he was no bigger than my dad's hand. He whimpered all that night, and I went out and pet him and kept him company. Thus started our close and loving relationship. He was always there, through every move and every event. He was my puppy. If I was home and in my room he would do "inspection" to make sure things were all right. We'd love going on walks together, he would be so estatic everytime we mentioned that word that we had to use the word "constitutional" or promenade instead. He was such a friendly dog. He loved meeting new people and making friends. And he guarded our house rather well, any "invaders" even those that were across the street or down the street would be barked at. He would sit for hours at his "T.V": the big room-wide sliding door/window, and watch the squirrels and birds in action, or at the door watching the world go by. Up to the time of his death, he was an active dog, although he got quite lonely when I went away to college. But, I would come back, and we would return to our daily games of ball at app. 7 pm every day and walks. One of Corky's greatest quirks was that he loved to jump on people's backs. Plumbers would come to the house and work on the pipes, and they would suddenly find Corky sitting on their back. On weekends or vacations, I would wake up and lay on the rug in the foyer. He would come and lay on my belly or stomach for hours. If I forgot to lock his kennel at night or my dad let him out too early and didn't feed him, Corky would come and bang his head against my door and whine until I woke up to feed him and let him out.
  My puppy died at the age of 12 from acorn poisoning. Every year he would stop eating in the fall because of eating too many acorns. But, this year, he never started again. The tannic acid was just too much no matter what the vet tried. My family flew here to visit me and he died the day before he came. I love my puppy and the house is going to be so empty without him.
  

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• Coping with pet loss -- RFeretti, 17:00:29 10/22/01 Mon
  After losing my beloved Ozzie, a Basenji, in August, I was left a little lost. I adopted a rescued puppy to fill the physical gap in my life, but I still felt I needed to heal my heart.
  I have taken on the task of helping others who have terminally ill pets or are suffering from a recent loss as a cathartic task to heal myself. I am putting together a website proposal and need to survey others who have also suffered a loss of a pet. If you are willing to help me, great! I will send you a short survey via email that you can just fill out and send back. The survey will help me determine what features people need most. Thank you for your help.
  
  RFeretti@msn.com
  

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• Thank You -- gina, 22:44:34 10/17/01 Wed
  Your web site is so beautiful. Thank you. My dog was hit by a car and killed yesterday morning when she was chasing a rabbit. She was only two, and I didn't live with her anymore, but I always looked forward to our visits. She was very special to me and I'll miss her very much. The song on your website helped me to cry the tears I've been trying to hold back all day. Thank you.
  

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• This is poem about my Louie who just died -- Ellie, 12:12:14 10/17/01 Wed
  Note: "clicks" is the sound his cat flap made when he came into the house.
  
  Wicked silence fills our house
  A quiet never heard before
  No purrs, nor clicks, nor mews
  No balls rolling on the floor
  
  Why aren’t your paws
  Padding up the stairs?
  Where’s the swishing of your tail?
  
  Empty stillness now prevails
  Silly names I called you
  They all fail
  You’ll hear them never more
  

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• Our Baby Misty -- Darlene & Gus, 14:33:31 10/17/01 Wed
  When Misty came to us in February 1998 she was about 10 months old, beautiful green eyes and all grey. She had been abused and then abandoned; every loud sound frightened her. Dogs especially terrified her. Over time she came to trust us and we became her best buddies. She was always there for me. She'd greet me with a low bow everytime I came home, she wouldn't leave me me when I was upset, she'd always come and be close to me whether I was reading, on the computer, having a bath. She was aloof and very independent and came to you when she wanted some loving. On October 11, 2001 about 12:30 pm my daughter who was visiting with her two dogs had to go out. We shut them in the basement closing the upstairs door. We didn't get back home until 4:35 pm. The house was torn apart and "Boxer" was upstairs. He had somehow managed to open the basement door. At first we couldn't find Misty, then we heard a soft meow from behind the couch. The couch had been pulled about a foot and a half away from the wall. She was huddled there behind it, her eyes frozen in terror! I took her to the hospital, she spent the night in an incubator with intervenous and pain killers running through her. The next day the doctor said she was "not out of the woods". Because of the terror she must have endured trapped in the house with a 90lb boxer for 4 hours, I felt that even if we could physically mend her, emotionally she would suffer and I couldn't bear that. She was euthanized Oct 12, 2001 at 6 pm. We visited with her and she was administered an overdose of anesthetic and died peacefully in my arms. She is now at peace. She was the first pet I've ever had and not any less dear to me than my children. We are hurting so much. Not being there to protect her when she needed me hurts the most. Will these nightmares ever stop??
  

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• CASIMIR the cat -- Bob, 22:11:31 10/13/01 Sat
  Today I lost my best friend, Casimir the cat. He was 7 years old. He was everything a buddy should be, loyal, loving and devoted. He always stuck by me. I am thankful for ALL the happy memories he gave me. I am thankful that I was able to be with him when he died. It will be very hard for me now. I pray that God will give me the strength.
  

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• I feel so guilty! -- Margot, 13:30:41 10/11/01 Thu
  I tried to keep him inside, but we had moved to a quiet neighbourhood, and he loved being outdoors, on the deck, watching the birds and purring curled up in a lawn chair. He cried so much on Tuesday to go out, that I gave in. Something led him away from home, to a busy street. After two days of frantic searching, begging neighbours to open garages and sheds, looking for blocks, I went to the Humane Society. Sadly, as soon as I gave my address and his description, the worker's face fell, and I knew she had bad news. He had been hit by a car. They still had the body. I could see he died instantly, which is of some comfort to me..I just spent an hour in the pouring rain, digging his grave. I wrapped him in a towel, and tears poured as I covered him over.
  
  MAC was just a young cat, not even two years old yet. He was so cute, but what an attitude. I used to say "design by Disney(looked like Figaro from Pinnochio), attitude by Satan". However, just in the past couple of months he suddenly became a momma's sucky boy. He loved to lie on my chest, eyes closed, sucking on my T'shirt, bathrobe, nightgown whatever he could, purring so hard he drooled and paws blissfully kneading. He loved my dog Molly, having established his dominance from day one. You should have seen that one pound kitten fiercely hissing at the eighty pound Husky LOL. Molly, the dog, just almost laughed at him, if dogs can laugh, and chased him and played with him immediately. He would play with her tail, jump on her, and she just accepted him. My other cat, Murphy, the oldster and a happy housecat, was less impressed, but soon they were sleeping together and washing each other, sharing food cheerfully. Murphy seems a bit upset...he is wandering and searching, I think he knows someone is missing from our family.
  
  Please , please, please, keep your cats indoors, even if they cry. Soon, I will get a kitten, when my grief is under control. The new baby will NEVER get outside. I have now lost two cats to cars, and finally perhaps I have learned that hard lesson. Thanks for letting me ramble. Margot
  

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• Sunday Mornings without Fred -- Mike, 16:07:04 08/12/01 Sun
  Life has changed, without Fred,in too many ways. I've moved slightly forward since his death on June 22nd, but there's still alot of "what to do", not figured out yet. I will say, after the first 2 weeks without him, I rarely, now tear up when I think of him,but then, i am a big tough construction guy, and he was just cat. I only wish that last sentence was all true. The not tearing up anymore part is, but the rest, all bull. I do still think about him several times each, and everyday. Today, for some reason, I'm feeling a bit more sad and lonely without his presence. Sunday mornings always happened the same around here, I'd start it with coffee and The Sunday paper and Fred,somewhere within the mix. He always somehow knew which section of the paper I'd want to read next, as that, was always the one he felt , he needed to stretch out on, to relax awhile. The Sunday afternoon couch naps, with cat on chest ,curled up, of course are no longer the same......, but I still go thru the motion and it's OK. I try to MAKE myself just think of making the move, just to go "look" at the homeless animals, most on death row, at the local shelters...., but I can't, not yet at least. Where I live, Los Angels, the shelters are many, and most filled to capacity. 15 years ago, I dragged my then partner around many Saturdays and many miles from shelter to shelter looking for Fred. As many know,visiting a shelter and NOT loading up the truck with all the wonderful, hopefull looking faces you must see,just walking thru , is a very difficult task. I just knew, I needed to find that certain ,specific, instantly recognizeable animal,waiting for Mike,to get his butt in there and get" his" little butt outta there and onto home. The rest is history and now a very warm fond 15 year memory. I walked in, he was in the back of the cage ,trying to cat nap among about 6 or 7 playfull kittens. He looked up and at me and just came bounding to the front of the cage, climbing up the grate, meowing as loud as possible, "where you been?, I've been waiting too long, lets get out of here". "Click", search is over, he, by far not the cutest in the cage and, he's missing half his tail, but that's him, I'm sure,ect. ect...........................
  Well , I'm feeling better now and am sure I've expended a few too many words here, today. I only meant to say, I'm missing you buddy and thanks for all the wonderful years.
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  Something that did help greatly ease the pain of the loss of Fred, was a book I was given ,called, "Chicken Soup for the Cat & Dog Lover's Soul ". It's like, 50-60 very short stories written by pet owners, telling about their incredible relationship with their pet. Some of the stories you know exactly what their talking about, some will make you smile, some will bring tears, and some just makes you know, your going to be alright, your just like millions of others. I only allowed myself to read 1 or 2 stories at a time, and only when I was having a bad,"missing Fred moment"., I didn't want the book to end. I just can't say enough great things about this book, it'll get you thru the day. I t's not a new book, so you might have to go a place like Amazon.com or such , to find it. I was lucky, my vet gave it to me, probably knowing my need. Thanks for your words Doug, and wish all a better tomorrow. Mike
  

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  • My guess is Fred & Sammy are buddies -- Doug, 17:35:17 08/13/01 Mon
  • Re: Sunday Mornings without Fred -- The Robinson Family, 16:01:19 08/17/01 Fri
  • Re: Sunday Mornings without Fred -- No name, 13:42:56 10/11/01 Thu

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• The loss of Speedy -- Sophie, 14:07:37 09/06/01 Thu
  My pet Speedy is not furry and what some people call 'cute' but to me he/she was fab. Speedy is a snail!No ordinary snail though, a Giant African Land Snail.His shell grew to about 10cm!He died at the young age of a year (most die at the age of fifty! yes fifty years of my life i would hav had him. If you want to know anything else like how sweet it was when he put his little eyes down at the lettuce or how he put them back when he came out of his shell to say hi, leave a message,reply-i will check.Or mabye your intrested in the size of him and what he eats.
  

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• My precious angel pixie -- sari, 16:25:07 10/06/01 Sat
  10-06-01 my baby, my heart, my love, and my best friend died this morning at 9:30 am. she had kidney failure, a bad heart, and was virtually 100% blind. in spite of all of these ailments she held on and was with me for 14 yrs. she was a mini poodle silver grey in color and named pixie. pixie had a spirit like no other dog i know. she was playful fun affectionate and had major attitude. she was my child and depended on me for everything. as i depended on her. most people dont realize how deep someones love can run for an animal and dismiss your sadness as frivoulous. i feel like a part of me was taken this morning and i can never have it back. the vet told me there was no hope for her in terms of getting better and that it was a matter of time before her precious life was to come to a halt. i held her in my arms and told her not to be afraid that i was here with her and that it was my promise to her that we would be together again someday. my face was the last thing she saw on this earth and then she went to sleep. she looked so peaceful and completely relaxed. and i prayed to god that he keep her safe and that she is with people that loved the both of us on this earth. my heart is broken and i dont think i will ever recover from this or allow myself to forget my little angel that gave me so much joy and happiness.
  

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• My poor little baby, Smokey. -- Kaille, 19:37:52 09/18/01 Tue
  Last night my little baby, Smokey the cockatiel passed away in my arms. At about 6:00pm, Smo started acting sleepy, and he couldn't stand up right. I knew right away something was wrong, but I couldn't take him to the vet because it was closed. As the night went on, he got worse. Soon he was unresponsive and breathing hard. I kept him warm in a blanket under a heat lamp, and I kept the room humid. I gave him water from an eyedropper, and held him close. At 10:04pm, he streched out his wings and arched his back, a look of terror and pain on his sweet face. Then, his dear little heart stopped, and my best friend was gone. I will never forget his last moments as long as I live, and I will always love him. My little Smokey, I'll love you forever.
  

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