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Post by lynxlady on Jun 22, 2015 12:00:19 GMT -8
I've tried to post but just could.. this is beyond devistating to me and to the other cat's.. we are all still in shock and pain.. Stuffy had colon cancer, we thought it was just the same thing as before with him being full of hair and blocking him up. but it was a mass, he was already so weak and had lost half his weight .. he could not make it through the the surgery to removal of half his colon and the treatment after.. I had to let him go, he was so weak, so thin..and in pain, I am lost.. The other cats are also just sitting and looking at nothing. Some have stopped eating, He was our everything, he was LoveSpots Cattery.. All of you have a cat that was a kitten here with Him as their first protector. He would bath each new kitten I brought out into the living room for the first time to put his scent on them to let the others know, HE said they were part of us, He was my shadow, my love and my one and only.. If you have a cat that stops eating please take it to the vet and have it checked.. ex-rays, blood work everything you and your vet can think of. I don't know how he got it or what caused it.. I only know he had it. Thanks for giving me time, but this will last me a life time, and I'm not sure I will live long enough to ever get over it.. I know some of you know the feeling of loosing that once in a life time love . I will keep trying for the others I still have..
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Post by ron on Jun 22, 2015 17:26:33 GMT -8
XOXO
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Post by Jackie on Jun 23, 2015 13:52:12 GMT -8
Ron and I just sat a cried as he read your post out loud to me Arlene. Stuffy was the one that loved all the new babies. It's not going to be the same when we see you in July. My heart goes out to you, Kim. xoxoxo
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Post by deb on Jun 23, 2015 13:58:44 GMT -8
SOOO sorry to hear this Arlene. He was a such a lovely boy I can only imagine how hard this is for you and Kim.
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Post by lynxlady on Jun 23, 2015 20:10:16 GMT -8
I keep trying to post but it's still so hard to do. I just want to thank everyone for their heart felt messages, both on the forum and personally.. I now know how many do read our forum.. so this is to all.. Thank you, but your right Jackie, it won't ever be the same with out him.. I don't want to be dramatic, but I will never be the same, I'm crushed, broken, lost.. so is everyone here, they all call for him, but he's gone.. what a empty gaping hole he has left, but what a wonderful life we gave each other while he was here and I will always be thankful to him for being with me, and the privilege of sharing the time we did have, however short it was.. much too short, but then there would never have been enough time.
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Post by Dan on Jun 27, 2015 10:05:31 GMT -8
Arlene,
I know exactly how you feel. We've talked in the past about my very first cat, Forrest. He was a rescue cat from the pound, and was about two years old when I got him. I'd never had a cat before, so I had the impression that cats were for girls, and dogs were for boys. Just never had any interest in having a cat. I was very wrong.
Forrest and I were pals from day one. He was an amazing friend, that stayed with me through some bad times in my life. He was my constant, and kept me sane in dark moments. When he was about 10, he was diagnosed with diabetes. I had to give him insulin injections twice a day. Diabetes is a fatal disease, how long it takes to kill you is the only unknown. Forrest did well for about three years post diagnosis, but eventually he began to slip away. He lost his vision first, and then his kidneys began to fail. He couldn't tolerate the insulin anymore, and had frequent insulin reactions. The vet showed me how to rub honey on his gums to counteract the insulin reactions.
One day, after an especially bad insulin reaction, I was holding him as he convulsed and rubbing honey in his mouth. He recovered a bit, and looked at me. What little light that was left in his eyes said, "We tried Dad, but it's time to let me go. This hurts."
I called the vet and they bent the rules for Forrest and me. They're not supposed to do it, but agreed to come to my house to put him to sleep for the final time. The vet brought his assistant, they both knew and loved Forrest. I held him for the last time as they shaved his leg, and gave him the injection. Right before he went under, he gave me the "Thank you. I love you, and good bye" smile. He's buried in the back yard, and has a headstone.
We had Jenny at the time, and as crazy as she is, she knew what was happening, and tried to help Forrest when he had problems. She'd come get me if he was sick, and I was in another room. She watched intently through the window as we buried him. After he was gone, she'd roam the house howling for him. I think she was still looking for him, concerned that he was sick, and I couldn't find him to help with some honey or insulin.
He was such a people person, that our friends remember him, and bring up stories about him. One especially good friend snuck out a photo of him, and had an artist make it into a painting. Scooter, Jenny and Bella are all great, but there'll never be another Forrest in my life. Forrest died in 2008, and I still miss him. It's been seven years, the pain never goes away, but it does fade. I've found it best to remember the funny and loving things he did, and how much love he gave us. If I dwell on the loss, or dig up those memories of his final months, it's just counter productive. Mr. Big Stuff and Forrest were both incredibly special members of our families. They were special, and always will be. I try to celebrate their lives, more than I morn their loss...
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Post by lynxlady on Jun 28, 2015 12:13:31 GMT -8
I know Dan, I remember the story of your one and only Forrest.. He was your special one, Stuffy was mine. That's not to say that I haven't felt deep pain at the passing of others.. My sweet Bucky and the one and only Trip, but Stuffy was beyond all of them and every other animal I have had in my life.. and I have had a lot of wonderful animals, dogs, cats horses. I've lost both my mother, father, a sister and a child, I've lost my entire savings and had to start over at the age of 53 because my husband of 33 yrs found a new 23 yr old girl, Walked out one day with everything and left me alone in motel room with nothing.. I have been raped, knifed, had cancer, my son had cancer, and still nothing has hurt like this.. To those who think I'm cold for not feeling worse for the other losses in my life.. sorry, just saying what is true..Perhaps some where along the line I just became too numb to feel any more and Stuffy opened my heart, what ever the reason is..it is what it is.. he will be forever my special one, my love. I know you still feel the same for Forrest and it doesn't matter if he was a rescue or a best in show cat.. we love them.. end of story, there doesn't have to be a explanation as to why.. they just are and always will be..The one.
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Post by Jackie on Jul 12, 2015 8:57:59 GMT -8
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Post by ubaste on Jul 13, 2015 14:51:56 GMT -8
This is late but im so sorry I couldn't even begin to imagine..I hope you and the rest of the fur family are doing well, always remember he is forever with you in spirit and will be there in your heart. ♥
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