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star-pants wrote: »Don't watch or read if you're already very sad, cuz this made me cry.
But I felt it fitting of the thread, and very sweet. I know it's a dog poem but it really can relate to most pets.
I'll put up the you tube of Jimmy Stewart because it's nicer to listen to but I'll put the words below it incase anyone would like them.
Amazing ....
I was sent this story aswell by my father (Timmy's master
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So yesterday morning I had to do the hardest thing I've ever had to do... stand in the vets room with my doggie in my arms and watch the vet send him off to sleep. It absolutely broke my heart. He was a King Charles and I got him for my 12th birthday and I turn 25 in March and what a legend of a dog he was. I begged for 2 years solid to get him and I'll never forget answering my front door on my birthday and my mam's friend coming in with a little basket and telling me to look inside. Sitting on a big cushion was this tiny little brown and white mousey thing looking up at me and squirming around like mad. I was instantly in love with him.
So I had him then as a teenager, then when I left for college and when I came home most weekends he was always there and he would go mental when I'd walk in. I can honesly say that he was the most gentle and caring dog ever to grace the planet, even when my mam found an abandoned kitten in our yard Gismo used to look after it and play with it. My brother used say he had a touch of the 'doggie downs' cos he had no idea how to act like a proper dog
He even let that cat hang around and steal his food all the time.
So he's gone now and I'm still very upset today, but I know he had an amazing 13 years was spoilt rotten every single day! I just wanted to thank him for being such an amazing animal and a great friend. As with everyone, I've had some rough times and he was always there to make me feel better. It was impossible to be in a bad mood around him, he just didnt allow it. If ever he saw me cry he would launch a licking attack on my face until I was laughing again. I'm going to miss him so so much and he will never be replaced.
I know some people think such sentimental attachment to a dog is insane. That's fine, whatever. But if anyone else here wants to add a thank you or a story about their favourite little loved one then do.....it can be a way to honour such loving and caring gems, and a way to thank god of whoever for giving us the chance to know them...
I read your story and it made me feel like crying. My dog died in December on my 18th birthday it was horrible he got strangled in his own lead out the back garden when I was at school, mam did everything she could to try and save him. He was also a king charles and he had the nicest temperment a dog could have, like your dog we also found a stray kitten and darcy used to play and look after her and let her eat his food. I miss him so much and it was the worst birthday I ever had, we are still getting over the shock of it. To make things worse, my cat (who was the stray kitten) was knocked down last week. She missed him so much when darcy went she didnt know what to do with herself and now she's gone too. It's all very upsetting, sorry for rambling0 -
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I've only discovered this thread now. It's very sad reading about all the animals that have passed away, but it's obvious that they lead happy lives and had a lot of people care for them.
I've lost a good few pets over the years, but the one that means the most to me was my cat Jamie who passed away 3 years ago.
Himself, his brother and his sister (who have also passed away) were feral cats that kept visiting our garden. We'd leave food out for them and boxes with blankets in our shed for them to sleep in. Long story short, we eventually invited them into our home where they spent a good few years with our 2 domestic cats. They became so tame, it was like they'd never been feral at all.
When we first took them in, Jamie was rake thin, but through his time living with us, he made up for that! He eventually had to be put on a diet which he hated!
Every morning I'd wake up to him meowing outside my bedroom door. I'd let him in and he'd jump up on my bed where he'd expect to be rubbed and adored for a while!
He passed away when he was about 11. His organs started to fail and the vets told us it was because he had a bad start in life.
I miss him every day, I miss hearing his loud meow and having purry sessions with him on my bed every morning.
His brother and sister are gone, but my 2 other cats are still alive and I hope they'll live a few more years.
But I will secretly always love Jamie the most
this is my favourite picture I took of him soaking up the sunlight:
(his nickname was Fatman)
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When I was 15 I wanted a Siamese cat more than anything in the world. (Sheltered 15 year old I know)
I thought they were so cool, its all I wanted.
So I overheard my mother discussing a kitten but she pulled me aside and said one of her friends had a tabby cat who was pregnant and she'd agreed to take a kitten when they were born and that the kitten would only be "ordinary" and a moggie.
I didn't care.
We were getting a kitten.
Suddenly breed and colouring didn't matter
On the first of October 1999 the litter arrived and I was counting the days til he was old enough to leave his mother.
When he came to us, he was the most beautiful grey tabby in the world.
To me he was perfect and unique. We named him Ash.
We were worried my father wouldn't take to him (our last cat was a bit of mess
) but when my father came home later and saw him he felt sorry for him on his own and insisted we adopt one of his siblings also!!
So the next morning myself and my mother drove back out and she told me to choose another kitten.
I couldn't.
There were three, a black one (which was to be kept by the owner) and two identical grey girls.
They were both so adorable. Then one began playing with the black kitten and the other looked lonely. So the decison was made and I scooped up the tiny kitten and brought her to be reunited with her brother. She clung to me in the car.
We named her Abby, Abby the Olympic Tabby.
For 10 years Abby and Ash entertained us with their zany antics. We all grew up and moved away one by one but the cats would always run to us whenever we came home. We'd often remark on what resiliant pets they were, they were never ill, only had the odd mishap and never went missing for more than a day. Considering my parents live in the middle of nowhere that's very good going! They were friendly, loving and bursting with personality.
Before Christmas, Abby fell ill.
Her mouth was infected. She needed some teeth out but the vet mistook her for another cat and tried to neuter her. She survived this ordeal but as my mother brought her to another vet it was suggested she had FIV.
She had injections, tablets, all sorts.
She'd howl for food and then not be able to eat it.
She'd get better, then deteriorate again.
My mother was thinking maybe she needed to be PTS but my brother was against it, holding out hope that our beautiful Abby would pull through again.
She lost weight, all she could do was drink cat milk.
Then one sunday she went quiet.
No more howling for food.
Her brother, Ash and the other cat, Tiger, refused to eat in a weird moment of sympathy.
Abby went away that night and never returned.
My parents looked everywhere because there was only ever two or three places the cats go.
But she never came back. She went away to die.
Ash and Tiger ate again that day.
So after 10 years, our much loved Abby lost her fight.
We took solace in the fact she'd had such a great life. We couldn't ask for a better life for our cat (apart from the last three months of it!)
So RIP Abby-tat. Survived by Ash.
And then just to add to this. My chipmunk died a week later, of old age. He was 6.0 -
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I thought Id pay this tribute to Rasher on behalf of my girlfriend.
Rasher was a rescue cat we adopted from animal welfare in Limerick. She was our first pet together (we now have two other rescue cats...Sausage, who we got shortly after Rasher, and Milly who we got after poor Rasher died...and a beautiful german shepherd puppy called Ruby) .
My partner fell in love with her straight away....poor rasher had cat flu when she was a kitten and as a result ended up with a dodgy eye....but it didnt stop her being full of the joys of life.
Ive always claimed not to be a "cat person", but you couldnt help being entertained by Rasher.
When we moved from an apartment to our own house with a big garden, Rasher came into her own. She loved the freedom and was always off on adventures. She was an unbelievably friendly cat who loved being the centre of attention and she loved nothing more than snuggling up with my girlfriend in the evenings.
Sadly, Rasher was hit by a car just outside our home one evening just before xmas. Ive never seen my girlfriend so upset, and I hope I never have to again. She loved Rasher to bits and I know she still misses here...so do I to be honest.
So here are a few pics of Rasher as a little tribute
Just a couple of more
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Our dog Ali died yesterday morning. We had her for 14 years. She was born on January 28th 1996. Her Mother had strayed into us. It was funny because we actually had a puppy "booked" from a friend of ours. It was a full bred Bassett Hound and we were jst about to pay for it. We were going to call him Ali. A few days after we had decided to get the puppy, we noticed a small dog asleep outside on our bags of coal. It was a really cold winter and she was pregnant. Somebody had just dropped her off.
So we decided to cancel the puppy and take this dog in instead. We bought her a kennel and put it in the kitchen and she had 5 puppies. Ali was the only one that survived. Elsa (her mammy) and Ali were the best of friends. We once lost Ali on the galty mountains, and found her with an english family. they told us she had gone to the top of the mountain with them and had eaten all their sandwiches. they had called her "patty"!!
When I went away to college I really missed her. Every weekend when I came home, she stayed in my bed. She followed me everywhere.She loved every member of our family.
She died yesterday morning, warm in her bed in our sitting room. We loved her every day we had her and we will all miss her so very much. We buried her in her favourite spot in the woods near her Mother. (Elsa died in 1999)
Id like to believe theyre together now. RIP ali xxxxx
t P.S.not taking that Bassett hound was the best decision we ever made! 0 -
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mollymascara wrote: »Ive worked with animals and their owners in the past and have seen how difficult it is to let go. I found this years ago on the net. Im not sure if it has been posted already but Ive always found it to bring a little bit of comfort to those who have to make that horrible decision.
If It Should Be
If it should be that I grow weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears,
You'd not want me to suffer so,
The time has come, please let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me until the end,
I know in time that you will see,
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve, it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do,
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Author unknown
Thanks for this, lovely poem and sums up my story perfectly, I posted here in January about my labrador Marley, think about him everyday and after watching Bolt last night absolutely broke into tearsHad to put my dog Bounce to sleep last week as she had just developed liver tumors. She was 12 and I'd gotten her as a puppy for my 11th birthday. I'm still in shock as it was so sudden. She had been off her food and miserable for a day or two so I took her to the vet who said it was probably just an infection but when they called the next day with the blood test results to say she was going into liver failure and that there was nothing they could do I was stunned. She had been totally fine, not even showing any signs of aging.
I'm finding it really hard to accept, I was all prepared for her to start getting old and all that but to be told she's dying and to have to put her to sleep and bury her all in one day is hard to deal with.
I miss her so much, she was my best friend.
RIP Bounce
I know how you feel, not really sure what I can say to help you, but just be glad that you were with her through it all and she didn't die alone.. Whenever I think about my last moments with my dog I start crying (3 months on) just the helplessness I felt because I couldn't make him feel better. But I know he loved me and had a great life and I'm so happy and proud he was my dog for 10 years.
Hope this thread helps you, it has helped me very much 0 -
I know how you feel, not really sure what I can say to help you, but just be glad that you were with her through it all and she didn't die alone.. Whenever I think about my last moments with my dog I start crying (3 months on) just the helplessness I felt because I couldn't make him feel better. But I know he loved me and had a great life and I'm so happy and proud he was my dog for 10 years.
Hope this thread helps you, it has helped me very much
Yes reading this thread really has helped. It makes me happy to read about all the animals that were so loved and cared for.
I'm so sorry about your dog too, it really is hard. But I'm glad you had a great 10 years with him and I'm sure he was thrilled to be your dog.0 -
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We lost our buddy, Alistair at lunchtime today. He was 14 years and 2 months old and he was a Dalmation with attitude.
My partner got him as a pup and I have had the privilege of spending 7 happy years with him. We bonded from the day we met and believe me when I say he did not accept people readily. He was my frenzied friend. Ali never did anything in a calm way, he was passionate and obsessive. He was very protective of us and very territorial.
He hated going out in the rain, his ears would go back, his tail would go between his legs, his eyes would turn to slits and he’d pull you so fast back home that you’d be running before you knew it. He was as strong as an ox.
He used to sing along to the theme tune of Coronation Street and Property Ladder. He loved the morning treat of getting crusts from the toast. He loved to go through our legs and rub his head against our knees in a very determined way. And most of all he loved the sound of his own voice!
Unfortunately, due to his breed he suffered terribly from bladder stones and urinary tract infections which we were constantly battling. He got a colon infection last week and this time the antibiotics didn’t work. His system couldn’t fight it and he took a turn for the worst last night. He was braver than brave at the end. We buried him this afternoon under the cherry blossom on the bank behind our house.
He was a huge character, larger than life and anyone who ever met him couldn’t possibly forget him.
The house seems so empty and quiet without him and we are all very sad tonight. He is survived by his buddies, Julian the lurcher and Neil the cat.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUNJjIwlHk8
).. I got him when I was 5 and we had to let him go about 8 years ago.. RIP boy 
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