I've lost many a pet in my time, but the hardest one was the loss of my big buddy, an 11 year old St.Bernard/Chao mix named Teddy.
Ever Lost a Pet? How Many?
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I lost count how many kitties I've lost (poor kitties). One of them still survive now. Same thing with the fishes in my pond, only one of them left.
My two rabbits died when I was in kindergarden, and now I feel quite guilty for being responsible for it...
My two rabbits died when I was in kindergarden, and now I feel quite guilty for being responsible for it...
In order:
Cat named pounce died when I was little, didn't really know him as well as other pet's I've had.
I caught about 20 tadpoles from a lake at this father-son camp and brought them home, I tried really hard to take care of them but they all died.
At a renaissance fair my parents bought me an Anole I named Draco, he was awesome and I had allot of fun with him, but he died and we buried him in the back yard with everyone else (including the tadpoles).
The next pet to die was our cat Sparky. She had been around since we had Pounce, the poor thing was deaf and wasn't a very social cat, my sister chased her around trying to catch her. She died while we were on vacation in North Carolina. When I heard that Sparky was dying I wanted to head back home immediately, but my parents told me that we wouldn't get home in time, made me really sad.
My sister lost a hamster, my grandma lost a cat (still has 1 though), and our family friend (who are like extended family) also lost a cat (they still have 1 to).
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We now have 3 cats: 1 neurotic furball, 1 chicken/penguin/kirby in a cat's body, and 1 cat that I think is too smart for our own good but she's nice and likes computers.
Cat named pounce died when I was little, didn't really know him as well as other pet's I've had.
I caught about 20 tadpoles from a lake at this father-son camp and brought them home, I tried really hard to take care of them but they all died.
At a renaissance fair my parents bought me an Anole I named Draco, he was awesome and I had allot of fun with him, but he died and we buried him in the back yard with everyone else (including the tadpoles).
The next pet to die was our cat Sparky. She had been around since we had Pounce, the poor thing was deaf and wasn't a very social cat, my sister chased her around trying to catch her. She died while we were on vacation in North Carolina. When I heard that Sparky was dying I wanted to head back home immediately, but my parents told me that we wouldn't get home in time, made me really sad.
My sister lost a hamster, my grandma lost a cat (still has 1 though), and our family friend (who are like extended family) also lost a cat (they still have 1 to).
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We now have 3 cats: 1 neurotic furball, 1 chicken/penguin/kirby in a cat's body, and 1 cat that I think is too smart for our own good but she's nice and likes computers.
I've lost three cats.
The first was an American Shorthair named Hannah. I only had her for about a year before she died (but she was three or four when she died). She had always been a bit sickly though, so her death shouldn't have been a surprise. But it was anyway, and I found her dead underneath my tub right after I had showered.
Second was a fat orange tabby named Morris. He had to be put down due to the fact that he was sick with a number of illnesses. The only reason we suspected he was sick was because he wasn't moving very much at all his last day or so.
Lastly was my dear old Russian Blue, Azure. I had her since I was in kindergarten, so her departure wasn't too much of a surprise, but it was still horribly depressing. She had always been active even in her old age and ruled over my other cats with an iron paw (hell, even my brother's cats whenever we had them over to watch). However, during her last week or so she started walking funny (like a drunken sailor), and when it persisted for several days she had to be taken to the vet. The vet's diagnostic came as such: she was almost completely blind, was missing some teeth, was very dehydrated, and something about a possible brain tumor if I remember right. I got really pissed with the vet's diagnostic since I didn't believe most any of it. She was always very alert of her surroundings, and could clearly see where she was going (she was able to jump up on stuff and off of stuff. She just had some trouble w/ the landings due to her shaky legs before she died). She was bound to be missing teeth, she was old and last I checked, cats don't brush their teeth. Dehydrated was a bunch of crap since she was drinking and eating her moist food everyday. The possible tumor is also crap since she showed no signs of pain nor discomfort.
But what made me madder was the fact that I did get to give her a proper good by. She was taken to the vet early in the morning by my mother, but when I asked where she was going, she said she was doing laundry, not taking the cat to the vet. Luckily for me, I could hear Azure howling in the cat carrier (she didn't like being put into it, as do all my other cats), so I was able to run and get one last look at her before she was taken to the vet to be put down the next day.
And I don't know if this is sad or funny, but she was put down on 4/20, which so happened to be the first date I had with my boyfriend.
The first was an American Shorthair named Hannah. I only had her for about a year before she died (but she was three or four when she died). She had always been a bit sickly though, so her death shouldn't have been a surprise. But it was anyway, and I found her dead underneath my tub right after I had showered.
Second was a fat orange tabby named Morris. He had to be put down due to the fact that he was sick with a number of illnesses. The only reason we suspected he was sick was because he wasn't moving very much at all his last day or so.
Lastly was my dear old Russian Blue, Azure. I had her since I was in kindergarten, so her departure wasn't too much of a surprise, but it was still horribly depressing. She had always been active even in her old age and ruled over my other cats with an iron paw (hell, even my brother's cats whenever we had them over to watch). However, during her last week or so she started walking funny (like a drunken sailor), and when it persisted for several days she had to be taken to the vet. The vet's diagnostic came as such: she was almost completely blind, was missing some teeth, was very dehydrated, and something about a possible brain tumor if I remember right. I got really pissed with the vet's diagnostic since I didn't believe most any of it. She was always very alert of her surroundings, and could clearly see where she was going (she was able to jump up on stuff and off of stuff. She just had some trouble w/ the landings due to her shaky legs before she died). She was bound to be missing teeth, she was old and last I checked, cats don't brush their teeth. Dehydrated was a bunch of crap since she was drinking and eating her moist food everyday. The possible tumor is also crap since she showed no signs of pain nor discomfort.
But what made me madder was the fact that I did get to give her a proper good by. She was taken to the vet early in the morning by my mother, but when I asked where she was going, she said she was doing laundry, not taking the cat to the vet. Luckily for me, I could hear Azure howling in the cat carrier (she didn't like being put into it, as do all my other cats), so I was able to run and get one last look at her before she was taken to the vet to be put down the next day.
And I don't know if this is sad or funny, but she was put down on 4/20, which so happened to be the first date I had with my boyfriend.
I have had 3 dogs Die. One got ran over when I was a little kid, the next dog we got was a terrier mix, he lived to be almost 20 before we put him to sleep, he was like 40lb medium-small dog so he wasn't a little shit dog. The third was an English Setter that just wore out pretty much she lived to be 11 almost 12.
Too my memory I've lost 3 dogs, One when I was about 5, another dog I've had ever since I can remember, passed away last march, And another dog we've had since 2005ish also passed away last March...Yeahh, March 2011 was a shit month..FUCK YOU CANCER!
Yep, I've lost a few pets. My sister lost an iguana because it was too stupid to stay on it's heat rock and stay warm. I had gerbils, one was very emo and disturbed; he would starve himself and cut himself with his own claws (he even scratched BOTH his eyes out), he was one messed up little thing and the funny thing is I loved that little guy (I played with him, cleaned his cage regularly, fed him regularly so I don't know what went wrong). My black one became depressed and died a few months after the death of his emo friend.
I've also lost a couple of turtles, one died and the other got away and probably also died.
This is why I stick with cats! They are drawn to me, easy to take care of, fun to play with, big enough to not be in danger of easy death, small enough to not crush you, and they make it known when they want something or if something is wrong. I have taken care of many cats since i was born and only one has ever died on me but that was because he was an idiot that got into fights with disease filled alley cats.
I've also lost a couple of turtles, one died and the other got away and probably also died.
This is why I stick with cats! They are drawn to me, easy to take care of, fun to play with, big enough to not be in danger of easy death, small enough to not crush you, and they make it known when they want something or if something is wrong. I have taken care of many cats since i was born and only one has ever died on me but that was because he was an idiot that got into fights with disease filled alley cats.
So I went over to mum's house the other day, because after the gerbil died, I wanted to go see Fred, my dog, who at this point is twelve years old, but he doesn't seem to know that.
It only really sunk in while paying fetch. He'd managed to leap up and catch the ball midair, just like always, and then he yelped and dropped it, limping back to me. His left hind leg was sore, probably a torn muscle.
He's not as young as he was.
It only really sunk in while paying fetch. He'd managed to leap up and catch the ball midair, just like always, and then he yelped and dropped it, limping back to me. His left hind leg was sore, probably a torn muscle.
He's not as young as he was.
Tons of cats, mostly since we take in strays that wander up to our house but we're all allergic to cats so they have to live outside. Some stay in the garage, some in the conservatory, but they're all free to wander around. We live on top of a huge hill and the whole thing is their territory.
This leads to a shorter but happier life for them. On the one hand, they can explore and hunt and play and socialize as much as they want, rather than being trapped in a house all day. On the other, there are coyotes, snakes, cars, and crazy people with guns.
Out of twelve cats total, we have two left now. It hurts just as much every time.
The most recent death was actually our very first cat, who had a some kind of condition that gave her a terrible sense of smell. As a result she always stayed close to the house, because for a cat, that's pretty close to being blind. She was about 17 years old and we found her dead of unknown causes. (Most of the time they just vanish, particularly after we've heard a great deal of coyote activity nearby.)
We recently had a scare with my favorite cat, when I found her lying outside drooling and barely able to move. She seemed to have heat stroke, and she was refusing to drink. We took her to the vet and they rehydrated her, and she recovered over the next few days. I was heartbroken over the thought of losing her, though. She's the best cat that has ever lived.
We have also lost two dogs (one to a vaccine that somehow ate up all her red blood cells, and the other killed himself during a panic when he heard fireworks one New Year's), a rabbit, five hamsters, and a number of fish and frogs. We've set all our snakes free (they're local snakes), so they probably died at some point but we wouldn't know.
This leads to a shorter but happier life for them. On the one hand, they can explore and hunt and play and socialize as much as they want, rather than being trapped in a house all day. On the other, there are coyotes, snakes, cars, and crazy people with guns.
Out of twelve cats total, we have two left now. It hurts just as much every time.
The most recent death was actually our very first cat, who had a some kind of condition that gave her a terrible sense of smell. As a result she always stayed close to the house, because for a cat, that's pretty close to being blind. She was about 17 years old and we found her dead of unknown causes. (Most of the time they just vanish, particularly after we've heard a great deal of coyote activity nearby.)
We recently had a scare with my favorite cat, when I found her lying outside drooling and barely able to move. She seemed to have heat stroke, and she was refusing to drink. We took her to the vet and they rehydrated her, and she recovered over the next few days. I was heartbroken over the thought of losing her, though. She's the best cat that has ever lived.
We have also lost two dogs (one to a vaccine that somehow ate up all her red blood cells, and the other killed himself during a panic when he heard fireworks one New Year's), a rabbit, five hamsters, and a number of fish and frogs. We've set all our snakes free (they're local snakes), so they probably died at some point but we wouldn't know.
I made the mistake of letting my cousin, who was probably only 4 or 5, feed my betta fish. I demonstrated how to carefully take a pinch of the food and drop it in, and handed him the food container. I watched in horror as he dumped all of the food into the tank, turning the water into a kind of food-infused sludge. We managed to get the fish out and into a spare tank, but it was too late.
I also lost a gerbil to a tumor that made it swell up like a water-balloon.
But as for "higher order" pets, no dogs lost since I was 5 or so.
I also lost a gerbil to a tumor that made it swell up like a water-balloon.
But as for "higher order" pets, no dogs lost since I was 5 or so.
At the beginning of this year my cat passed away, I've had her since I was a little girl. I've also lost a dog who I had since I was born. It hurts horribly to lose a pet, my pets mean the world to me. But I know that neither of them are in any pain now. I still miss them, and I still think of them often.
Well, I personally never owned any pets, but both my grandmothers had their own cat.
They were both coincidentally about the same age, and though I was only close to one of them, the other one was quite a character herself.
The one I was connected with, I pretty much spent my childhood with, the simple life in an old, very simple village. Living with candlelight and taking a dump in the outhouse, no kidding here.. really. Those were magical days, that cat was great, it would bring back a bird each day, proud as hell... befriended a hedgehog, had kittens... had absolute freedom. The perfect life for a cat, really. After my grandmother passed away, she was sent to live with my grandmother's niece. She was very depressed ( the cat) and didn't eat for a very long time, it's health had gotten to critical levels and she was almost dying of starvation. One day she emerged and started eating, after just a couple of weeks she became the fattest cat I've ever seen, and she weighed a ton, by then she was already fifteen or so. She lived a year more when dying of old age. Lots of memories where had, but I never felt truly sad or heartbroken, knowing that she had lived such a full and worthwhile life.
They were both coincidentally about the same age, and though I was only close to one of them, the other one was quite a character herself.
The one I was connected with, I pretty much spent my childhood with, the simple life in an old, very simple village. Living with candlelight and taking a dump in the outhouse, no kidding here.. really. Those were magical days, that cat was great, it would bring back a bird each day, proud as hell... befriended a hedgehog, had kittens... had absolute freedom. The perfect life for a cat, really. After my grandmother passed away, she was sent to live with my grandmother's niece. She was very depressed ( the cat) and didn't eat for a very long time, it's health had gotten to critical levels and she was almost dying of starvation. One day she emerged and started eating, after just a couple of weeks she became the fattest cat I've ever seen, and she weighed a ton, by then she was already fifteen or so. She lived a year more when dying of old age. Lots of memories where had, but I never felt truly sad or heartbroken, knowing that she had lived such a full and worthwhile life.
