akimbotoo: It really is so hard when they leave. The whole energy in the house changes. It's funny, but remembering the lovely little different things they did seems to help ease the pain. ((((((hugs)))))

Heh, she did like to do this thing where she'd wait until the house was real quiet, sit down, and yowl as loud as she could. Never did find out why she did it, every time I went and found her after I heard her she'd just run off and hide somewhere.

professional_vampire: I'm so sorry for your loss. *hug*

Thank you. This is the first time we've lost a cat in...almost 15 years I think. I barley remember, I was 10 at the time...

Two months no cigs for me tomorrow, though I still struggle. Used the patch which helped with some withdrawals. I'm proud of everyone who tries to quit, it's such a hard thing to do. Only those who have been down this path can really understand how hard it is. Keep at it and don't give up!!

I was always dreading when I would add a comment to this thread. I was always a lurker, reading the stories and laughing at the pics.

But.

I lost one of my oldest companions today. I had to put Timmy (yes say it like on South Park), my 10 year old friend to sleep. He was diagnosed with lymphoma a few weeks back. At that point I thought he simply had a UTI, as he was doing his usual "Grumpy and peeing wherever I want" attitude. Turns out nope. Cancer. At that point he had not eaten in a week (was down to 12 pounds from 15, who knows how long he had been under feeding himself). 2 weeks later he was down to 9 pounds. Today marked the 5th week of not eating or drinking (I was "watering" my cat as I affectionately called the sub-cue injections I had to give him), and he started walking funny. Like his back legs were only 80% stable. Not bad, just noticeable. It was at this point that I finally realized he was not going to get better. There was nothing more I could do, and he was not happy. So I had to put my friend of 10 years, the companion that got me through relationship after relationship (and through a marriage too) to sleep.

Well enough of my sad story. All you needed to know was I lost my friend, and I am sad. SO, I am going to post a couple of my favorite memories of him here, and a picture.

Story 1) At the time I was dating another animal lover, and together we bought our three animals (well I guess she bought them, I just loved them). 2 cats and 1 dog. All crazy in their own rights. So we took these 3 animals to an enclosed outside space. Just a large fenced in yard essentially. We let them all loose. Now the dog was fine, he was trapped not going anywhere. But the 2 cats on the other hand. Well did you know cats can jump? Amazing right?! So we had to devise a method to keep the cats inside the fenced in area. Me, being the smrt person I am decided that if I attached a big stick to the cats leashes (yes, our cats were leash cats) it would throw off there balance enough where they could not jump the fence. Well on this I was spot on. The cats could not figure out how to jump with this 1 pound weight on their back.

Guess who likes sticks? Dogs. Amazing right?!

So the dog (Jacob, a Boston Terrier) sees this stick roaming around the yard. So he tears after it, grabs it and runs away with it.... And Timmy, the attached cat. By the time we got the cat back the entire back of him was stained green from the grass.

I am smrt.

Story 2) So did I mention these animals were not mine? I just loved them? Well that became very apparent when that relationship fell through. Now I had no animals. I was sad. Now this part is partly going to be played from how my head sees these things occurring. But still. I am right cause I am smrt.

When I lost the animals, they all moved to Canada (the evil uninhabitable place near Iraq, and North Korea I think). At this time they were living in some form of dorm environment (she was going to vet school and in Canada vet school people live in communals or something) And Timmy was unhappy (My head says he missed me) and decided that certain people on the floor were his enemies. They were the target of his feeling of lost (cause he missed me!). So he, in his infinite cat logic decided that he was going to poop in front of their doors every day. Yes. Every day. So Timmy got kicked out of this communal hippy vet thingy. And in her infinite wisdom, my Ex realized that Timmy missed me. She she drove Timmy back to my parents house (Chicago-ish) and I got my cat back! He never pooped in front of another door again! See he really did miss me!!!

If I Had A Witty Name You Would Love Me ,

Timmy was a handsome fellow. And the memories made me giggle, which my boy (Felix) had to investigate. He sends some gentle purrs and nuzzles your way. {{hugs}}

If I Had A Witty Name You Would Love Me:

I'm so sorry about Timmy. He's a handsome fellow.

Witty Name...

My heart is hurting with you. Wishing you peace.