My cat died this morning.

[Jay]

Thank you very much for the support. Mom called in so that she could be with me. This was a big blessing. I have been very torn apart. However, Mom reminded me that God knew the number of her days, and that He is always near.

[Cindy]

[Michael The Disciple]

Sorry to hear friend. We are in a dilemma here. Our oldest dog is 11. He is getting where he cant eat and seems sick a lot. His wife a bit younger is getting a tumor on her belly. Their son, 10 has a breathing problem for the last year.

Don't know how much longer it will be. They are great company to me and my wife.

[Jay]

Originally Posted by Michael The Disciple

Sorry to hear friend. We are in a dilemma here. Our oldest dog is 11. He is getting where he cant eat and seems sick a lot. His wife a bit younger is getting a tumor on her belly. Their son, 10 has a breathing problem for the last year.

Don't know how much longer it will be. They are great company to me and my wife.

I am praying for you. I know how difficult it is to make the decision to bring the life of a beloved pet to a conclusion.

[houston]

Sorry for your loss.

[ILG]

Sorry to hear this. I love my cats.

[Margies3]

Originally Posted by RandyWayne

I am sorry to hear this! Losing a pet like a cat or dog is not like losing some possession, it hurts nearly as much (in the short term) as losing a human family member.

right, RW. Exactly right. We lost our Christmas Kitty last year. She was 18.5 years old. But still it was hard. So I understand your pain.

[KeptByTheWord]

So sorry to hear of your loss Jay. Our pets become just as close as family. They share our joys and sorrows, and never complain, just continue to love us. I hope that you can find a new cat to be a companion to your other cat too.

[BeenThinkin]

Sorry for your loss Jay. Here is a poem, by Jimmy Stewart, (about his dog) that I always enjoy reading. I have a Maltese. Hope it blesses you.

A DOG NAMED BO
He came to me when I would call,
unless I had a tennis ball, - or he felt like it.
But mostly--he didn't come at all.
When he was young, he never learned,
to heel, or sit or stay, he did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag,
but when you were with him,
things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rose bush just to spite me,
and when I'd grab 'im he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
the deliv'ry boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
he said we owned a real man-eater.
He sat the house on fire,
but the story's long to tell;
Suffice to say that he survived,
and, the house survived as well.
And on evening walks (and Gloria took him),
he was always first out the door.
The old one and I, brought up the rear
because our bones were sore.
And he'd charge up the street
with Mom hangin' on,
what a beautiful pair they were.
And if it was still light,
and the tourists were out,
they created a bit of a stir!
But every once in awhile
he'd stop in his tracks
and with a frown on his face, look around.
It was just t'make sure,
that the old one was there,
to follow him where he was bound.
We're early-to-bedders in our house
I guess I'm the first to retire,
and as I'd leave the room, he'd look at me
and get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were, upstairs
and I'd give 'im one for awhile,
and he'd push it under the bed with his nose
and I'd dig it out with a smile.
But before very long, he'd tire of the ball
and he'd be asleep in his corner in no time at all,
and there where nights when I'd feel him climb up on our bed
and lie between us, and I'd pat his head;
and there were nights when I'd feel this stare,
and I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there,
and I'd reach out to stroke his hair;
and sometimes I'd feel him sigh,
and I think I know the reason why.
He'd wake up at night,
and he would have this fear
of the dark, of life, of lot's of things,
and he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
climb up on our bed,
and lie between us, and I pat his head;
and there are nights when I think I feel that stare,
and I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
and he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Bo.

Jimmy Stewart 1908 - 1997

(recited on Johnny Carson's show....... made Johnny cry, at that.)

Been Thinkin

[BeenThinkin]

I also like this one......

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can overlook when those you love take it out on you when, through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,

If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,

If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,

If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion or politics,

Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog, (CAT)!