Life lives on

[Zan0ra]

Well where to start. I guess I could start around November time 2007. My cat known as marmalade or marmy for short died at the age of 16 which I think is old age for a cat. I had just come home from school and sat on the sofa as she jumped on my lap as I begun to stroke her. She passed away. I couldn't describe the torment that I faced through seeing that. I loved her more then anything else and I new she loved me to. Later on she was buried deep in our garden and was marked off. The very next day my mom got us a new cat called twiggy. I was furious as marmy was just replaced..... Later I begun to accept it.

Well Easter morning 2008. I had just woken up from a good nights sleep and went over to my laundry bin where twiggy was expecting to give birth to some kittens. My eyes widened as I noticed 2 small ginger little fur balls and a black cat being born as I was there. I stroked her head and was happy. One of the greatest feelings of my life. These kittens where soon named as coco, tiger and ash. I had good fun with these three and loved tiger the most

3 months after Easter tiger was taken away from the house. and given to someone else because mom couldn't afford 5 cats/kittens. I was upset for a little time as coco and ash were not to bad but a little to hyper for me. These however grew into brilliant pets as ash the little mommy's boy and coco the lion who even looks like he has a main. They both followed twiggy everywhere and life couldn't get any better.

Until.........A few days ago. Twiggy was hit by a car trying to bring home a mouse for the two kittens I saw it all happen and ran right into the road to pick her up and run home. She was immediately taken to a vet and said that she had fractured her hips I think. She was soon after that taken to hospital x rayed and came out with good news. She would be able to recover by herself IF she could go to the Lou. If not well.....

She cant live. My mom broke the news to me last night. I new me and my sister cried as I could hear her in the room next to me. In fact even while writing this I feel like I am gonna burst into tears. My mom offered us the chance to say good bye before she is put down. I agreed but my sister did not. Today I will see something like what happened 1 year ago. I just hope that destiny has other plans. That she is still useful in this world. That she dosent have to be put down. I have already lost 1 I don't want to lose another. But as every 1 says. Life lives on.

I know in my life I am going to see my parents, my great nan, my grandads and grandma's. My cousin even's death. And from a young age you don't think of it. But when it happens, you cant controll it. I thought I would share this story with you.

R.I.P twigy 2006-2008 I wont forget you. Sweat dreams

[Hyper]

Death is a very very natural part of life. I have seen so many animals die ( my grandfather is a vet and I just had/have to tag along ) so I'm what you could say used to it, its sad every time

And its worse if your own pet dies.. But don't take it that hard have fun with your pets love them a little and take care of them so they atleast had a life worth living.

As for the hips heh have fun you might have to help her

[Zan0ra]

Yes, she is going to be in a cage for 6 weeks :/ but thanks

[byee]

I'm glad this particular story has a happier ending, Ryan. I have to function later today, and reading this all made me very sad, being an animal lover myself.

Loss is a part of life, and it's probably the single hardest thing to deal with, no matter the circumstances. However, to experience that loss means that you also felt the utter joy of the attachment. As they say, every rose has it's thorns. Maybe those thorns are there to remind us of something.

It takes a great deal of awareness and sensitivity to appreciate and openly love a member of a different species (and our own, too!). Each time we join with another (of any species) we grow and develop that part of ourselves that allows us to be more compasssionate and available to another, thereby being more 'human' ourselves. It's slight consolation when you're facing loss, but remember the gain that comes from evolving more fully as a person.

Rep + .

[Requin]

Ah that's sad to here Ryan. Having pets die on you is a horrible thing, you get so attached to them that it's so bad when they pass on as you can't do anything about it.
I am an animal lover myself and get upset at the most ridiculous things to animals...and I understand, my old cat died when I was about nine or ten, only he suddenly had a fit while we were having dinner. It was horrible, he was rolling all over the floor and...oh I hate that image in my mind.
So what you've gone through must be horrible. I couldn't deal with it...
But at least the story's got a happy ending, i'm glad to hear that you other cat's going to be fine. :-)

[Avalikia]

I can really identify with your story. Just about a year ago this month my old cat died of bladder cancer at 15 years old which means I literally had her for as long as I can remember. For a few months afterwards I was depressed, until I realised that merely having a cat was about as good as an anti-depressant for me so I got a new one even though I felt badly about "replacing" her. But my new cat hasn't ended up being a replacement - she has a completely different personality and has carved her own place in my life. And I'm loving all the energy-related and playfulness-related perks of having a young cat again. But it's still going to be awhile before I can really come to terms with the loss of the old one - my vet gave me a little ceramic thing with her pawprint and her name on it and that helps; I keep it by the computer. It's really, really hard to lose a pet, but that's part of the realities of life. It's one of those "better to have loved and lost" things.

[Zan0ra]

-sigh- Sorry I didn't reply erlier but everything was going fine. Well. when we took her home the next morning I went to check up on her and she hadn't been to the Lou. She was hissing at her own kittens and any one who cam near her. We fed her the medicine but it did no good. We referred her back to the hospital where my parents made the decision. Just as they where going to be able to put her down she began playing and biting a piece of metal inside the cage. She seamed so happy and the decision was that she would stay there till monday if she didn't recover then that would be it. This morning that had to manually empty there bladder.....And she just would go. So yeah......She has been put down. I really had hope for her. I really wanted her to live after that but its done.... I can't change anything. I know death is a part of life but its probably the hardest thing to deal with also. I just wish there was a happy ending... Oh and thank you Sam, you make it sound much simpler.

R.I.P twiggy 2006-2008 I wont forget you twiggy. Sweat dreams