Very, very sad kitty news

[Dreamstalker]

I'm sorry for your lost. I hated it when my kitties died when I was a child. I never had one for 18 years. Thats like freaking raising a kid. The cat should have been going off to collage now.

He would probably be able to use the computers with his paws, but might have had problems with toting all the books.

He saw me go off to college which is something that nobody ever thought would happen.

He went through so much (hit by a car, heart attacks, strokes, diabetes, kidney failure) and never complained or showed pain. Mom said before this that the only reason he hung on as long as he has is because of all the love he got.

[protege]

As someone who lost two kitties within 6 months of each other you have my sympathies.

I had Kitty put to sleep after he developed fluid in his lungs. I couldn't put him through the operation. There wasn't any guarantee that it wouldn't return, and at his age (12), I didn't want to put him through any more pain. It sucked, since I'd had him since he was a kitten. He was originally my grandmother's cat--I brought him home after I'd moved into my house...since she was selling off her farm, and I wasn't about to leave him behind. He enjoyed being an inside kitty, and did *not* like being outside. Never mind that he used to explore an 80-acre farm for hours on end...

After he died, I was without a cat, until Snow came along. Nobody wanted her, because of her deafness. If she was sleeping, and you startled her, she'd scratch the shit out of you Other than that, nothing was wrong with her. She was a very playful, sweet kitty...who would actually close the heater vents in the living room Sadly, she had a heart attack, and died in my arms one night back in 2008

I still have both of them. Well, their ashes, anyway. Since Kitty hated being outside, his ashes are on a small shelf in the hallway. Call me crazy, but I wasn't about to torture him by putting his ashes out in the yard. Snow, on the other hand, would spend hours watching the birds in the tree. I'd thought about putting a memorial stone for her ashes under there...but the tree no longer exists. It died not long after she did

After she died, I didn't have any cats for awhile. Every so often though, I'd see a white flash running around the room, or hear scratching noises in "her" corner in my office. Bit of comfort to know that she's not gone totally, and I'm sure the new kitties chase her around a bit

[Dreamstalker]

I had Kitty put to sleep after he developed fluid in his lungs. I couldn't put him through the operation. There wasn't any guarantee that it wouldn't return, and at his age (12), I didn't want to put him through any more pain.

Exactly. We just couldn't put him through anything else, especially after knowing that the pain he was in at that moment (fluid around heart and lungs, heart throwing clots) wouldn't get any better. It was all about quality of life for him.

We probably are going to get another cat (mom and I have had at least one cat all our lives, and have grown really used to a furry presence in the apartment); I'd like to find another polydactyl kitty.

[blas]

I'm so sorry for your loss

But I am glad to hear that you got 18 years with kitty. That's an amazingly long life for a cat. It seems you made those to be the best 18 years that kitty could have had.

[Dreamstalker]

Yup. Mom said that he was kinda like me; wasn't supposed to live (his mother was near death and had to be put down right after giving birth, I was born at the outer edge of survivability for premature babies at the time).

[RootedPhoenix]

I'm sorry.

Pets never live long enough.

[Becks]

*oodles of hugs*

[Red_Dazes]

Lots of hugs to you and yours. Poor kitty. I'm sure he knew how loved and special he was. It's never easy to loose a friend.

[protege]

Exactly. We just couldn't put him through anything else, especially after knowing that the pain he was in at that moment (fluid around heart and lungs, heart throwing clots) wouldn't get any better. It was all about quality of life for him.

Look at it this way, he's no longer in pain. Right now, I'm sure he, along with Kitty, Snow, and Kirby...are all playing with a huge ball of yarn right now.

Kirby was my grandmother's other cat. He disappeared 30 years ago, and nobody ever found out what happened to him. Grandpa, and one of the neighbors searched the entire farm--all 80 acres of it--and found nothing. To this day, I don't know if someone killed him, or took him, or if he died up in the hills somewhere. Nor do I know what happened to the other yellow kitty (Sue Ellen), that he brought home, and uh, had kittens with. 30 years, and I can still see them playing under the porch--they loved to play peek-a-boo with the stone lattice-work.