This is a photo of me and my special baby Phrix, who we lost to kidney failure in 2018.
I miss him so much.
OMG, she is the cutest little girl! That little hair puff kills me.My little Kiki
I’m so sorry about Sherman. It’s not fair he was taken so young.My Sherman. Our first shelter kitty. We were only blessed to have him for about a year and a half before cancer took him, but I loved him dearly. It was so unfair.
And our current kitties, who have helped to fill the whole in my heart:
Stuart
Posey
and Beauregard
And Stuart is so handsome (I love that little marking by his nose). Thank you.So sorry for your loss @elle_71125
Thank you. She was absolutely gorgeous, inside and out.
Thank you. It has been extremely difficult, but I’m trying to remember all the good things. I really was so lucky to share my life with her.
Thank you. I have been struggling with her absence. It’s hard not having her cuddling right next to me every night, or coming to say hi & get love loves every morning. It’s funny how much they fit into our daily routine and when they’re gone, everything feels so strange.
Thank you. My heart is with you right now, as I know you’re going through the same pain. I long for the days ahead, where we can look back fondly on all the good memories, without that sharp feeling of loss.
Oh my gosh, isn’t this just the most precious face?! And that little paw! Total cuteness overload.Fresh one today, as if to say "Mummy I love you" and it made me very happy!
DK
Wow! Virgil was a one of a kind dog. He was such a character! I kinda wish I could have been one of those people he surprised on the the street with a “hey” and a “yup.” I love dogs that can talk, though I’ve never met one in person. I bet Virgil’s antics were as adorable as they were frustrating (except for his weird sleeping position…that just straight up adorable). It takes intelligence and cleverness to drink a whole pack of pedialite and then put it back.Where do I begin? This is Virgil, Virgil Jujubee Gooddog, and he was the greatest dog to ever live. He also slept like a weirdo.
He helped raise my children, but what he really wanted was a child of his own. That is when he adopted Leeloo. I'm not exaggerating when I say he raised and trained her for me. He potty trained her, taught her to walk properly on a leash, how to wait patiently to eat, several tricks and how to be gentle with the kids. I think his only disappointment was that she never learned to talk. He would interpret for her.
He could open cabinets and used to drag out and drain entire six packs of Pediasure from the bottom of the bottles and then drag them back in and close the door. He didn't leave a drop to be seen. Two perfect punctures. I wouldn't know until I went to reach for one. He once disappeared an entire tray of cookies without disturbing the tray and left no crumbs. Anywhere. I don't know how he did that. He was a little magic, I think.
He could talk. Not sort of, but clearly. His favorite thing was to go up to people and say 'hey' when he greeted them, it used to shock people. He loved it, and would smile if they asked, 'Did you just say hey to me?!'. He'd say yuh, and hey again. He could also say, 'I love you' and 'I'm hungry' and 'yuh' and 'no' and 'mum'. He'd stand at the back door and huff his mum, mum, MUM! to let him in. He would do a Marge Simpson Mmmhm exasperated sound, if he was getting frustrated or was put out I wouldn't let him do something. I swear he could laugh. I have endless stories. He was a character like no other animal I've ever known and I've known a fair few of them. He was special. He was mine. I miss him terribly. Still. We still talk about him, all the time. We remember. I can't think of him without smiling.
You will do the same with your beautiful Zoey, it will become a 'good' hurt in time. You will remember.
He sounds like he was quite a dog and the goodest boy.Thank you.
Thank you. They do make me cry, but in a good way. I like to think she’s still here with me. Sometimes I lay in bed with my eyes closed and I swear I can feel little her little feet walking up from the bottom of the bed to stop next to me.I got all teared up again when I read the line about Zoey's little feet.
How kind of you to offer sympathies when you are grieving your own friend. I can absolutely feel the love you had, and have, for her. Hopefully these drawings don't upset you, but I found them comforting. Our babies never really leave us. Big hugs to you.
Thank you very much. It’s a love (and loss) we can all relate to. They are angels on earth.
“Go show Edwina a good time.” I am dying!@elle_71125 that made me cry! She was beautiful.
Because you asked, here is Charlie. He loved to lay in the sun and sleep, would hunt for worms and bugs in the grass and roll all over them, would stop to pee every 5 feet during walks, had a pink pig from Ikea that we replaced 2 times in the last few years, called Edwina I and II. He would always hump the pig even though he was neutered young! My husband would always tell him to go show Edwina a good time. He loved to snuggle, hated vacuum cleaners with a passion and was the happiest guy.
He adored cheeseburgers and vanilla ice cream. We got him a plain cheeseburger from Culver's 2 days before he died and rationed it out, so he didn't get sick. He was not really hungry at the end, but his eyes lit up when he was given cheeseburger pieces and he was so excited. With him passing on Christmas Eve, our new Christmas Eve routine will be getting cheeseburgers to remember Charlie. Cheeseburgers for Charlie, with some vanilla ice cream to end, probably.
My Gizmo used to hump his toy lamb after every meal, but he stopped a few years back. Is it weird I kind of miss it. Lol.I really was. She was just the sweetest most loving girl. She made every day better just by being in it. I was the luckiest girl in the world because I got to be her person. I love all my furbabies, but we had a special bond. I miss her like crazy but I’ll never be sad that I knew her.
Thank you. She was perfect to me.
Fist of all, what an absolutely stunning photo! I wish I had something like that. You can see how much he loves you. I love the contrast between his one fully white leg and his black fur. He was such a handsome boy and I’m very sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing him with me.This is a photo of me and my special baby Phrix, who we lost to kidney failure in 2018.
I miss him so much.
My heart breaks for you. You’ve endured so much loss. And yet, the love you felt for each of them shines through so clearly. They were all beautiful. Each one a magnificent gift. They help us grow into who we were meant to be. They show us so much love and patience and humor. Like you, I can’t imagine having never known them.Let me tell you about my babies as well.
This is Ramsey. He was my soulmate in cat form. He was also the cat who raised me. I kid you not. My mom was a single mom and she sometimes had to work three jobs to make ends meet. I was home alone a lot of the time so she brought him in when I was nine, I think.
He was special. Absolutely unique and one of a kind. He would cuddle with me at night, during the day, always. He loved kisses. And he had the bluest eyes.
We lost him to breast cancer. (Yeah, I know... male and spayed at that...) I still remember the night I felt the mass on his tummy. We fought it for two years. At one point it felt like we were winning, but it wasn't meant to be. I let him go on October 31, 2011. He was 12.
This is Eros. He was the prettiest, the fluffiest, the most loving and... the stupidest cat I've ever lived with.
He lived to be almost 16 years old. He had developed liver cancer and at least he wasn't sick for long. By the time he started showing symptoms it was already pretty advanced and deteriorating quickly. I let him go on May 15, 2018.
This is Matsa. She was special. I adopted her in 2011, when I was older. She was a full on rescue case. I cannot and do not want to imagine the trauma she had experienced. I adopted her out of the vet who was taking care of her, helping her recover from the initial shock. She had spinal trauma, was left with paresis on the entire right side of her body and initially couldn't walk. She would go into full on panic at the slightest unexpected noise.
It took two years of consistent love therapy for her to finally, slowly transform into a happy cat who doesn't get scared, who even accepts meeting new people, who not only walks, but also runs (!), climbs (!) and jumps (!). But she got there.
It's a unique bond that forms when you're taking care of a disabled animal. I was privileged to be the person she trusts unconditionally. As long as I held her, she could take on any challenge. I loved her so so very much and I trust that she knew that.
Life took her from me on the night of April 15-16 2021. She had developed breast cancer. I knew it was happening but there wasn't much to be done, considering her disabilities. We couldn't put her under anesthesia, we couldn't operate. So I was just watching her closely for weight loss and any other signs and symptoms. But life surprised us. She developed pulmonary edema and died in my arms. She was 10 years old.
This is Pooh. He wasn't my cat, he was my husband's, and I only got to know him for about 2-3 years before he passed. He was truly one of a kind. My husband found him when he was on his way to school and some kids were playing and tossing a baby kitten around. He just picked him up and straight back home he went, with the cat.
He would sleep in his arms. He loved olives with a fiery passion. He would follow a strict schedule and say goodnight with a headbump every evening at 10 pm. Sadly he developed sarcoma. He had two surgeries but the damned thing kept coming back. We let him go in autumn 2012.
Even though the loss of all of them weighed heavy on me, I wouldn't have it any other way. I can't imagine having lived my life without them.
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