When Your Cat Dies – 4 Ways to Cope With a Kitty’s Death
How Do You Cope When Your Cat Dies?
You may be surprised at the depth of grief when your cat dies. These ways to cope with a kitty’s death are from cat lovers who have felt your pain.
Before the tips, a quip:
“Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh.
The sadness you feel when your cat dies can’t be shared and is yours alone. But, it can help to read about how others mourned pet loss. Here, pet owners share tips for coping with cat loss — these tips may not take away the pain, but at least they’ll help you see you’re not alone.
In Letting Go of an Animal You Love, I gathered 75 ways to cope with pet death from veterinarians, pet loss experts, grief counselors, and cat lovers. If you’re struggling to cope with grief because your cat died, you may find comfort there.
And here are several tips for healing from cat lovers who experienced the pain of their kitty’s deaths.
When Your Cat Dies – 4 Ways to Cope With a Kitty’s Death
Everyone deals with their pet’s death in different ways. These stories from people who loved and lost their cats may help you heal…
Share memories about your cat with people who knew him or her
“As a child, we were encouraged to talk about the pet and remember him or her,” says cat lover Pam Vetter. “Pets are family members and have important roles in our lives. Whenever a frog, lizard, parakeet or guinea pig has died in our house over the last 14 years since my kids were born, we’ve held a mini-funeral in the backyard. We bury the pet, put a rock marker on top, and share our memories about the pet. The time together serves to recognize the pet’s role in our lives. My kids are encouraged to share their memories about our lost pets.”
Give yourself time to heal after your cat dies
“There is no single formula to saying good-bye when your cat dies,” says Dan. “Healing takes place over time. The loss of a pet is the loss of someone you loved, and when anything you loved is abruptly taken away from you, there is no substitute. Four years ago, my cat Peep disappeared without a trace. I live in an exclusive suburb of Los Angeles in the hills. It’s often you have wild life and predators roaming at night. I was sick with some dental problem and when I came home from pharmacy at 9 pm, I couldn’t locate both my cats…one of then came home and the other didn’t.” – Dan Tanner
Welcome another cat into your home – when you’re ready
“Last January we had to have our beloved cat, Janvier, put down,” says cat lover Jessica. “He was suffering from renal failure, and the treatment would have crushed his spirit and terrified him, so we made the hardest decision of our lives. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss having my first baby around. It’s pathetic, but we haven’t even gotten rid of his kitty litter (it’s clean!) or his leftover food. I still think I can hear him puttering around at night. We have two young children and insanely busy lives, so we haven’t adopted a new cat yet. We feel like we wouldn’t be able to give him or her enough attention at this time, which would just not be fair. I really believe that having a new kitten would help us survive our cat’s death. I also think that bringing a new pet into our lives would help us honor Janvier, by constantly reminding us of the cute and funny things he used to do. So I hope that one day soon-ish, we’ll open our homes to a new pet both to help heal our hearts and so our children know the joy a cat can bring to a home.”
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Rescue an abandoned kitten or cat
“I had my multi-coloured white and ginger cat, Penny, for 8 wonderful years,” says Cynthia. “Her death was sudden. She seemed to be losing weight to a point until she appeared too thin, so I took her in to the vet’s and got the bad news. They suggested an operation, but the next day I got a call during the surgery that she might not make it. I rushed in, and she died in my arms. In my case, whether or not to get another cat was already solved in a way, as I had just rescued a small black kitten, and was fostering her for the local Cat Adoption Team. The month before, I had decided to adopt her myself. After Penny died, I called her my ‘Little Gift from God’.” – Cynthia Colby.
In Letting Go of an Animal You Love, I share 75 ways to cope with pet death from veterinarians, pet loss experts, grief counselors, and cat lovers. If you’re struggling to cope with grief because of your cat’s death, you may find comfort there.
If you don’t know if you should get another cat, read Should You Get a Cat After Your Cat’s Death? 4 Helpful Tips.
And if you want to share your stories and thoughts about your cat, please do below.
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Dear Linza ~ I’m so sorry for your loss. I wish I could say something helpful and wise, but I know there aren’t any words to make things better. Time will heal, eventually…and you’ll always carry your memories of your beloved cat in your heart. You have my deepest sympathies.
Dear Carol ~ what a sad way to go for your little Gypsy.
Though she came to such an awful end, you gave her two years of wonderful, happy, peaceful, beautiful life! In time, the memories of how she died will fade. The poor thing. But you gave her such a good life…and that’s what you need to hold on to and remember. The two years of happiness are far more important than the terrible seconds of death. If she’s alive somewhere – if her soul lives on – she’ll be remembering the good, not the bad.
Dear Amber ~ Thank you for sharing about your cat Piper. I’m so sorry to hear how his life ended. It’s not your fault he died – you did the best you could in getting his flea medication to him. If you’d have known he would’ve died, you would’ve done everything in your power to save him! I hope you can forgive yourself, and remember Piper with love and happiness.
Dewy, Becky, Elizabeth, Jaymz ~ Thank you for sharing your stories of your cats here. This is a memorial and tribute to them that will never be lost — your beloved cats will live forever in your hearts, minds, and souls.
Blessings and sympathies,
Laurie
wow…Lost my beloved on Ash Wednesday of this year, but I still had her adopted sister, whom I love dearly. She passed away last Thursday. I can’t seem to pull it together. Punky was 17 and I had the Lovely Mookie for 14 years. Doesn’t matter, don’t want to hear ‘oh you had them for so long’…doesn’t help. My heart is bleeding like it will never stop. 4 months after the first death. Really? REALLY? This is the hand I’m dealt. Oh yeah, I’m furious, I’m so mad I could chew glass. I hate my house I hate everything around me right now. There is no way out.
My beautiful little cat Gypsy was attacked and killed by a dog just behind our house on Saturday morning 23/07/11. I miss her so much, she had shared our home for two years, we took her in when we noticed she was sleeping in the shed in our back yard even though we have another cat Ollie who we have had for 13 years. she was very timid and looked like she had been badly treated, but we coaxed her into trusting us and soon she was coming in to eat her food in our kitchen and it wasnt long until she moved in. I cannot get the horror of how she died out of my head, but I hope in time I will just remember the joy she gave us, its just so sad to think that she had had such a bad time before she came to us and that she should die in such a violent way.
Carol
My cat piper died..I loved him..he was like a dog and would follow me everywhere and just sit and watch me. He like to watch people. He was a special black cat. I found him lying in a shed under the four wheeler like he was asleep. I dont know what happend, maybe the sun. I had got an apartment that was no animals allowed. My first apartment so I had to take it and leave piper with my boyfriends mother. She loved piper to and spoiled him as well. He warmed up to her and slept on top of her head on the pillow every night and followed her around. She asked me if she could officially own piper. I agreed becuase they loved eachother. I would visit piper often about everyweek/two week. Piper was put out of the house this summer for his flees. When I would go over and see him I noticed he was agitated and wanted back into his home. I decided to get him flee medicine. My car had problems so I could never make it in time to get his medicine due to my BF working till 5. I found piper today dead and I had tried to get medicine before I found him. I was going to get him medicine monday for sure. Im so sad I didnt get him his medicine. I feel like he was still mine and he needed me and if he would have had his medicine he could have been in the house alive. I am afraid he died from anemia from flees or had a heat stroke. Piper lived a good life. I will never give a very loved pet to anyone elses ever again, no one was at blame here but it just made me realize that alot could have killed him with him being in anyone elses hands and when you love an animal and they feel part of you, you should never leave then to live with anyone.
It’s been almost a week since my little fatty’s gone. he is 14 month old and I brought him home with his elder sister last September.
Since I had to go abroad for 3 weeks, I put them at their birth home and assume it’s best for them. Things went OK until sometime last week (when I was on the return flight home). By the time I reached home, was told that he disappeared..from 31 floor…
I drafted a post to look for him and bumped into the cleaner of the apartment……she saw him….my little baby…
He fell off from 31st floor to 4th floor (that’s an park attached to that apartment) in the very morning when I was supposed to bring them back home!!!!
That’s no words to express my sadness and mimi (his elder sister)’s sadness. I still ‘see’ him everywhere home (apparently, mimi still smell him everywhere home, she has been looking for him since then and keep yelling – they are always very quiet cats) . But fatty will never come back to us…every cat (animal) is unique with their own character……I might find mimi another accompany but that nobody can replace her younger brother who are with her since she comes to the world…..
I even wrote a blog in memory of him and to get it over the pain. But it doesn’t work at all. I didn’t expect it to be that hurt…as if there is a hole in my deep heart, bleeding…For a long time, I was a bit more in favor of mimi, as she is sweeter and closer to me. Fatty is totally a boy, naughty and bold. But now, I only wish I could find him back at any price…..It took my breath away whenever I tried to imagine the pain he must be suffering at his last moments. imagine how terrified he must feel and I AM NOT EVEN THERE FOR HIM!!!It’s killing me…
I don’t feel this is real…don’t know how to cope with the pain
Thank you for setting up the site. now, at least I know I am not alone. Pray for everyone who suffer the loss of their special ones..
I lost my beautiful cat, Gypsy, on July 11, 2011. About a month ago, I noticed one night she was acting very funny. She was hiding underneath my bed, and I realized she hadn’t eaten dinner. She was always a picky eater, but she usually would try a bite or so, at least. I looked underneath my bed to see her, and something wasn’t right. She then got up from underneath my bed and hopped on top of my bed. I noticed her balance was off, and she was a little wobby. I KNEW something was wrong..I told myself I would take her in the next day to the vet, thinking there would be nothing too wrong with her, and maybe it was the medicine she was on. The next day I took her to the vet, and they told me she was “doing really bad” and that they would try to give her medications, but they really thought I should just put her to sleep. I was devastated. I didn’t expect that kind of news. They told me she had jaundice, most likely from not eating, and that something else could be wrong, but the only way to know would be to get hospitalized or get further treatment. I got her hospitalized, a few days later she was doing better. The iV Fluid had helped, and she started to eat again on her own. I visited her everyday and held her, talked to her. She seemed to be more lively, and excited again about life. I was allowed to take her home. She was on medications for at least 2 weeks, and didn’t seem to get better. I then got her hospitalized again, and got an ultrasound. The vet called me and told me the worst news of my life. They found something – a large mass (10x the size it should be) and it was near/and or on her pancreas and pressing down on her liver. They told me this is something really hard to treat, but she could get surgery and go through chemo treatment, ect. I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t afford that kind of treatment and I don’t even think Gypsy would survive going through all of that and I don’t think she would have liked it very much. I made the hardest decision of my life, and I knew my Gypsy was in pain. After about a few days of being home, she was not doing well. Hiding, turning away from me when I pet her. She was miserable, and so was I. I couldn’t bare to watch her be in pain, I knew what I had to do. Two vets came to my house that day to put my Gypsy to sleep. I held her in my arms as I carried her downstairs. She layed on the couch, as I pet her face and told her how much I loved her. This was the worst pain I have ever felt in a very very long time. I lost my best friend that day. I didn’t want her to be in pain and I knew it was the right decision. The cancer was killing her, and it was killing me to see her in pain. I love my Gypsy so much and it was so hard to let her go. I still deal with the guilt of knowing I had to make that decision, but I know she is in a better place, full of fresh green grass and food, and she is happy again, with me in spirit. Rest in peace my Gypsy, I’ll miss you more than you’ll ever know. <3
My longhaired cream and white cat, Milo, of 14 years had to be put down yesterday. He started acting very sick about two weeks ago, and we took him to the vet and found out his kidneys and liver were in bad shape, and he had jaundice. We were shocked to learn his skin was bright yellow.
But the vet said there was a chance we could save him. So we tried, we gave him some fluids from an IV every day, and handfed him special food. He seemed like he was getting a little better, too…he even washed himself again. But then he acted sleepy again…and yesterday he was in horrible shape…he couldn’t even get up and walk..his legs wouldn’t budge. He just lay there, limp, with shallow breathing…the only time he really responded was when I left the room, came back, and he raised his head up to look at me…as if he wondered where I went. Or maybe he wanted to talk to me with his eyes somehow.
So we called the vet, me and my boyfriend, my parents were at work and couldn’t, and they said to bring him in, and my bf’s mom took us. I just held Milo in a blanket there. We brought him in, and he couldn’t even raise his head up, it was just hanging. They said he was in pain, and had a low body temperature of 93. I agreed to let him be put to sleep.
I was strong about it most of the day, me and my boyfriend cried some…then my parents came home, and dad gave up his toolbox just for him, since he didn’t think the cardboard box they put him in would do him justice. So we placed him in the empty toolbox, covered with a blanket under and on top, it was like he was sleeping in a little bed, and there was his food dish filled with treats, and a bottle cap, and Christmas toy, because he loved caps, and I got him as a Christmas gift when I was 5 years old. Dad wrote a note, too…”My Milo, the world’s laziest cat…till we meet again my friend.” He got buried in our flower garden.
I guess it didn’t really hit me until later on. I tried to be strong, but it just sank in…and now I miss him horribly. I figured I would comment here too. None of you are alone…it all is so terrible…but I’m sure these cats are all happy now, wherever they are.
Last September, my wife and I found an injured kitty about 4 weeks old, outside our building entrance. We took him in, took him to the vet and then decided to keep him as he was the cutest, quietest and nicest kitty we had ever seen. We named him Koui, because of a cute little noise he made when we played with him. It so happens that for the next 10 months he became our best friend, one of the greatest joys of our everyday life. He was our companion, our friend and our relief from all the woes of life.
After he grew up a little, he wanted to go out and play with the other cats that live in the common area of our apartment building. So we let him. Most nights he slept outside our kitchen window (we live on the ground floor) and he was there every morning to come inside and have breakfast and snooze on the couch. He really was a happy cat. He had a home where he was loved and where he felt safe. He also had other cats he could play with and be with his own kind and be happy.
A couple of nights ago around 2:30am I heard a horrific cry, a bad cat fight. So I got up and opened my window and saw a huge black dog running along the building’s garage ramp, and then jump over the fence into the night. As he was running I heard the sound of the little bell Koui had on his collar. I ran out to the ramp, and saw him. He was laying there, as if asleep. I went up to him and called his name. I swear I saw his mouth move just a little bit, as if he was trying to say something to me. Probably goodbye, or simply “why?”. He didn’t move again. The black dog had killed him. Our hearts almost exploded from the pain we felt.
Yesterday I called in sick from work and took him to my parents house to bury him in the back yard. I put him in his little bed along with some of his toys and a can of food (I don’t know why, it was one of the gourmet treats we reserved for special occasions) and buried him there, so I can visit him and always know where he is.
I just feel so devastated as does my wife. I never thought I would feel like this. We are talking about moving since our apartment feels so empty and cold to us know. I simply cannot grasp the unfairness of what happened. He didn’t run away, he wasn’t run over by a car and he didn’t get sick and die, all of which are not better but are more common and I feel as if I could accept something like that a little easier. A huge black dog appeared out of nowhere and out of all the cats that were around chose to attack and murder Koui. He was only 12 months old or so and was so nice and kind hearted, he would have been the nicest old cat, had he been able to live his life. He would have been huge and fury and would have had the longest tail I’d ever seen in a cat! We made fun of him for that…
I never imagined I’d feel like this. There is a large weight in my stomach and a pain in my heart. I will never forget Koui and will always cherish the moments we got to spend with him. With his great personality and tenderness he really taught me a lot. May he rest in peace and find happiness wherever he is right now. Goodbye my good friend.
Thank you for sharing your stories of your cats, and how they left this world. Our beloved cats live on in our hearts, and we must remember them with peace, joy, and happiness. After that’s what they’d want, right?
I had to put my cat Oortje (dutch for little ear) to sleep. SHe had Renal failaire but lived for a couple of yours with it, taking the special dietfood. We were still happy although she was old and a real granny. She still layed on my pillow and went outside with me for a short walk. Or in the garden. But then she stopped eating and I still don’t know if it was the Renal failure or the abcess in her mouth. but she was too weak to wait for the antibiotics to kick in, i should have gone to the vet sooner. I blame myself every minute. But I also know she was really old 18 and she lived perhaps more for me and my mother. She loved laying on my lap in my room while I watched tv or on my bed on my pillow, next to my head.
I haven heardly stopped crying since the night of 2 / 3 july, or really from thursday because I knew it might almost be over.
I don’t know how i’ll ever survive this. She was my all. I didn’t move out (am 33 years) because I loved her so much and didn’t want to seperate her from my mother either.
I hope her spirit will be with me or when she wants to. where-ever I am, in my new – not yet ready – apartment or now at my moms house or when I visit her in the future.
I hope one of these links underneath will help me cope with my loss. Cos I ain’t doing a good job.
I had to put my beloved cat, Chewy, to sleep last Thursday. The hurt is so intense. I don’t know if I will ever get over this. He was such a part of my life. It is only my son and myself. My son is never home so Chewy was always there for me. He always sat with me each night while watching TV. He was my company. I would talk to him. He was a very loving cat. I miss him so much it is riping my heart out. I loved him very much. Every where I look reminds me of him. He was my first animal. My first cat. I never had to put anything to death before. It’s not right. I know he was very sick and was suffering. For this, I am gradful that I had the courage to do what I had to do. I pray for all of us who have lost our special friends. May we find peace in our hearts.
I am currently crying my eyes out over writing this after the loss of a very dear family cat I lost yesterday. Her name was Isis and although she belonged to my mum in the house she was always there everyday. She had one heck of a personality, hissed everytime anyone passed her but she also had a very sweet one.
My mum got the news yesterday that she’d been hit by a car. Apparently she ran outside to see her final moments. I didn’t dare go outside as I knew I’d fall down in tears. The impact of the car had apparently broken her back and from what my mum explained she’d been moving her front half trying to get out of the road. The part that got myself and my mum was that as soon as she heard her voice she tried moving towards her. She died in her arms then and was buried in the back garden next to another recently passing cat of ours. We do have 6 others although, she was unique in the fact she had a personality and has really grasped our hearts. I’m going to miss her all so dearly. I hope she knows how much we care because she’s left a mark in our family and we will never forget her.
R.I.P Isis <3
I found my cat, Ash, dead early this morning. Last night she didn’t come to “help me” get to sleep like she usually does. I got up earlier than usual to look for her because she hadn’t visited during the night. I found her in her hiding place in the basement. I buried her in the back yard at sunrise, wrapped in a towel. I put in a piece of rope from her scratching post that she had shredded with her vigorous scratching.
She was only about 8-9 years old and appeared healthy up to the end. She was so full of energy and always wanted to play and have attention. Of my two cats, she was the “wild” one – I’d joke and say that she was my “girl gone wild” when she’d tear around the house wanting to play. The last time we played was yesterday morning before work. She was her usual wild self.
The sad part is that, in retrospect, I think she died of stress. She suffered some unknown kind of trauma when she was about 2 1/2 and after that she just didn’t get along with Smoke, my other cat. Up to that point they were best friends, sleeping curled up together, etc. After the traumatic event she was at best tolerant of Smoke. She became kind of an oddball…she’d react to attention and petting, begging for more and more then suddenly become hostile and hyper-vigilant looking for Smoke, sometimes tearing after Smoke to swat at her a couple of times then run back to me. They never physically hurt each other but hostility became more common. In addition I’ve had job and living situations change and so both cats suffered from multiple moves in the past 3 years. So, I think that the chronic stress killed her.
I’ve also experienced other losses in the recent past, so I know that this “numb” feeling is just the beginning. I’ll make it, but it won’t be easy. I already miss her.
My wife Linda died on may 14 2011
we had two cats they were our family the older one is not very scocal but the other one loved everyone he got out of the house and a nabor found him today he had been hit by a car..
I will Miss you my Boy!
RIP Frankie 5/29/2011
Im sorry Linda I love you!
My cat died this morning. I tapped the side of the food tin to call my cats in for breakfast, and one cat (Kat) came running in, the other didn’t(Kit). I then got a knock on the door from the neighbour who said there was a black cat up the road who had been hit, and that he didn’t think the cat was alive. I walked up the road to see that it was true. It’s so upsetting. Both cats are only 10 months old, so it’s quite upsetting he lived quite a short life. He was really sweet and friendly – they both are – and I’ll miss him. I love my cats to pieces. R.I.P. to Kit. I hope everyone else who has suffered pet loss can recover.
Dear Belinda,
I’m so sorry to hear that you lost your cat, Baby Little. Poor Kuya, who seems to be missing him so much. Animals really do mourn, and feel the pain of loss and death.
Thank you for sharing your story – your experience has touched other people who are mourning their lost pets.
Thanks for your prayers, and I wish you healing and the ability to remember Baby Little with joy, peace, and happiness — no more pain.
Blessings,
Laurie
I am happy to have stumbled to this site because I just lost my very very dear cat, Baby Little, last 3 June 2011. I was with him all throughout his last moments until he breathed his last. I was touching him, holding him, talking to him. I told him “Baby, I am just here with you, ok?” But I lost him still. I cried and cried and cried when I realized he was no longer moving. Yes, I read all the comments and experiences shared here and I do share the pain. I know how it feels because it is still such a gaping wound in my heart. And I don’t think it will never truly heal because I know we will never be a complete little family again….Baby Little, his brothers Nikki, Alex and Kuya Ibarro and I. I feel like echoing what Misty….Forever said..I can’t stand the pain, I can’t, I can’t. I cry each time I think of him. I see him everywhere in the house. I feel the pain stab me when I feed the remaining three cats. It hurts…it so hurts. Sometimes it feels like my heart would burst in pain.
But I am telling myself, I have to be strong for Alex, Nikki and Kuya. Of the three, Kuya is the one taking it the hardest. For three days now since we buried Baby Little in my little flower garden, Kuya has been crying outloud and sniffing every corner of the house. He cries anytime of the day and night and sniffs the spots where Little used to sleep. I have been losing sleep because of his crying too. That is how I came to this site. I was researching to find out what is happening to Kuya since he isn’t like this before. I need to help him cope with his grief as much as I need to live with mine. But I have to be strong because no one in my family shares my love for my cats. They do not understand why I should grieve and cry over a simple cat. But Baby Little is not a simple cat. He is simply MY CAT, my dear baby….a loving and unique member of my small family.
Thank you so much for putting a site like this where we can share our sadness and pain over the loss of our cats. It does make me feel a little better to talk about my grief with people who share the same experience. I know it will take a long time for the tears to stop, but it helps to know, I have found a FAMILY in here too. I pray to God for His healing hand to touch me. And I will pray for all of you too who are grieving for your lost cats.
Thank you and may God help us all to heal our broken hearts.
Thank you for sharing your experiences with losing your cats. The grieving process never really ends, I don’t think.
My heart still breaks for the cats I’ve loved and lost…but I try to remember them with love, joy and happiness instead of pain and regret.
Blessings,
Laurie
Hi all purry lovers
I want to sympathize with every person who went through the painful experience of loosing a catty.
Two years ago I brought home two kittens who were brothers, Mercury and Venus. They were inseparable and a great joy to our home. My husband, who wasn’t familiar with the intelligence, pride, aloofness(!), playfulness, joy and love of cats, soon enjoyed to share time with them both, especially in our garden where they all used to play hide and seek!
Then Mercury, a lovely black and white cat, showed signs of depression. We were really ignorant about cat illnesses and did not know anything about FIV. For about a year he underwent a personality change and we thought he was just becoming a demanding catty who wanted to do all the things in the house they were not allowed to. We allowed him to jump on the table, sleep on the cupboard, the dressing table, the little round table in front of the window in the bedroom – all this despite the fact that they each had a special basket to used to sleep in. Everyone admired them and thought it was so cute when they were each sleeping in a basket! It was cute!!
But Mercury went through different stages until about 6 weeks ago when I realized that something was seriously wrong. We took him to the vet who examined him, injected him and gave antibiotics we had to give for 3 days. He had a fever of 41 when we took him in, but recovered and started eating again and we were all so delighted that I phoned the vet and thanked him.
But it lasted only for three days, and he lost his appetite again, back to the vet, another injection and then he told us about FIV. We realized that Mercury had been attacked a couple of times by a roaming cat who even came into our home. We never allowed our cats to sleep outside during the night but they were attacked during the day and soon started to rather stay inside. But the damaged was done and we were unaware of this.
So, within a few weeks, Mercury had to be taken back to the vet every week for 4 weeks. I realized that the injections were of no use and went onto the internet and only discovered, to my astonishment, what my beloved cat went through and that he was already in his 3rd stage.
He died in my arms on 16 May at 07:43. I need not try to explain. All I can say is, I know.
Venus is looking for him and missing him probably just as much as us. It is extremely sad to see him like this. We will now keep on playing with him to try to help him get over the loss of his brother.
Thank you for this space and that I could share MERCURY AND VENUS with you and all other cat lovers. Maybe this will help me when I put a rose on his little grave underneath the cherry tree, not to feel the pain so intensely. I miss him and his loving way so, so much.
Love you all
Blessings
Dear Laurie,
thank you for this site, we are really not alone…
2010 has been devastating for me: I lost the most beloved and most precious creatures in my life: Boogy and Licia.
Boogy was my baby, although he was already 12 years old and he was Licia’s baby. Licia was 19, and she was my first baby, of course
Boogy died in April 2010 and Licia last Dec 2010…but as you can see, I am writing here now because I still miss them so much and my heart still aches. I not only miss my pets, what they did and the joy they brought to me and my family, I also miss how I was when I was with them. There is no corner of the house that does not belong to them, and it is so hard not to think of them : it’s like they are everywhere. It doe not take the pain away, but many times I find myself smiling, seeing with the eye of my mind ( and heart) the funny things we did together THAT NO ONE CAN DO OR SUBSTITUTE. I still cry a lot, but then I remember how lucky I was to live a happy life with them for respectively 19 and 12 years; I know that my cats were happy and died in the place they loved most: my arms.
I know one day my heart will tell me to open the doors for another or more cats, because there is still so much love to give…a hug to all people suffering for their cat’s loss. Corinna
I lost Misty in March. I can’t stand the pain. I can’t. I can’t. No matter what anyone says to help, NOTHING DOES. Nothing can help, nothing can change it. I just wish I could see her once more… She died of a stroke, and was like braindead. She was eating and drinking, and going potty, but would like go in a corner and walk and walk and walk. She didn’t know what she was doing, and soon, had two accidents.. Bad ones. We put her down a week after getting her blood test. It killed us to see her like this. She wasn’t right. I miss you misty..
I CRY EVERY DAY. ALMOST EVERY HOUR I THINK OF YOU.
Dear Debbie, Diane, and Juanita,
I’m so sorry to hear that you lost your cats. I’ve had my current cat, Nunki, for almost six years (she was my husband’s before we married, and now she’s more mine than his!)….and I often think about how sad I’ll be when she’s gone.
I’ve loved and lost four other cats in my lifetime, and the pain when your cat dies never goes away.
I just wrote this article for you:
Living Without Your Cat? How to Ease the Pain of Pet Death
I hope it helps, and invite you to share your stories of your cats, if you’d like.
In sympathy,
Laurie
My name is Debbie, my husband,Jim, and I just had our 14 year old cat, Kordell, put down last Tuesday. We miss him very much. He had diabetes and dementia, he was acting very strange right before we put him down. He would wander around the house with a glazed look in his eyes. Would like to know how to survive this great loss. Thanks, Debbie Hope
i have 1 cat and i like to buy anther one!i like dis site coz it helps me a lot
I had to put my beautiful Bunny to sleep yesterday and my heart is broken. She was only 10 months old and was so sweet and gentle. The vet said they thought she had FIP and it was fatal. She was perfectly normal on Monday but started to look different on Tuesday by just kind of not walking normal. She had extra toes and had a long nail on one so I took her to the vet for it on Wednesday. She was a little quiet on Wednesday at the vet and by Wednesday afternoon she was unable to see. By Thursday she would only walk in a crouch and could not see at all. We started giving her fluids in her skin and helped her eat and went back to the vet who really didn’t know what to do. By Friday we were told to keep giving the fluids and antibiotics and hope for the best. All weekend long we held her and comforted her as best we could. By Monday morning she was falling down when she tried to walk so I took her to a neurologist who said she had FIP and was suffering. I sat and held Bunny for 2 hours trying to make the right decision for her then finally had to let her go. I held her while they gave her the injection then brought her home to be buried. I can’t stop crying and her mom and sister are both looking for her. I just don’t know what to do at this point to ease our pain.