Departed pets;

So I lost my little buddy of 5+ years last night to a car.
Had rescued Pyro as a little kitten from a family who found him but didn't want anything to do with him. He was underweight, terrible coat and generally malnourished. Took him to the vet, got some meds and a good feeding cycle going and he quickly became one of the best buds I'd ever had.
I had one Kitten already when I found him and wanted a play-mate for her. Things didn't go to plan when we got him home. They argued... for days.
I can still remember when eventually they were both sat on the back of the sofa near each other. Not so near as to actually want anything to do with each other, but close enough that promise was beginning to show.
Eventually they could tolerate each other and even began to play a little.
A very early show of them playing and sorting out their differences. Pyro was already doing tonnes better by this point.
Pyro is obviously the ginger. The other is named Joy.



He was out and about yesterday. He was never happy with being kept indoors. Always wanting out. I know cats should be kept indoors for the most part but he just wouldn't have it. No matter what I did to keep him entertained while indoors he would always want out 5 minutes later.
Last night I got the dreaded knock on my door from a neighbour asking if he was home. She had noticed a cat lying under a parked car up the road. I went up to check and sure enough, there he was. Rock solid and cold. Must have been hit a number of hours before.
I wouldn't mind but my gut yesterday was telling me something had happened. I had been out looking for him only 30 minutes before the knock. Couldn't find him.
Something just felt wrong inside. Now everything feels wrong inside. I feel heartbroken. The little $hit was one of my best friends.
Such a unique attitude.
Even small things I can remember from lately. Such a little headcase. During the rains a couple of weeks ago - do you think he wanted to stay in? Not a chance. He wanted out no matter what. So I let him during the lighter of it and usually stood out with him for a while so he could nosy about. He wouldn't go far in the rain.
But what made me laugh was when he came back in. I'd have a huge towel ready to give him a pat down. He'd come in, jump on the towel and give out to me until I gave him a good drying. Then the second I finished, he'd jump back out the window into the rain again for 10 min, then back in and onto the towel again. Such a little brat.
It was only late last night when I got the knock but I miss him horribly already. Not being at my bedroom door this morning when I woke up. Every morning he would be there. Waiting for me to open up to say hello. This is the first time in 5 years he was not. My stomach is like a lump of stone since. I kept looking to the window hoping he would jump up to it.

I had to go to work this morning no matter what. I'm sitting here trying to focus but not getting anywhere. All I can think of is him and Joy. She's back at home on her own at the moment and I'm worried sick about her. She already knows something happened. She kept looking to the windows last night. Went crazy sniffing around me when I took care of the body. She could smell him. But she could smell that it wasn't the normal him. I've never seen her act so strange. I ended up letting her into my bedroom to sleep for the night. Usually she would sleep in the living room. I shoved all the clothes I used while taking care of things into the washing machine and sealed the door so she couldn't smell it anymore. I've never seen her act so stressed. She's a very laid back kitty. Not bothered with going outside. Just likes to lounge around.
I'm really worried about her. I have to work 8 hours a day. She'll be all alone during this time. Is there anything I can do to help her? I don't just want her staring out the window for 8 hours looking for him while I'm not there. I have plenty of toys out before I left today but she's never really been too interested in toys.
She likes chasing shadows instead or maybe some string which I can do when home..
I could really use some advice for her.

RIP Pyro. My best buddy. I'll miss you terribly. I wish I could have helped you last night.

Irish Stones wrote: »

Wow, 23 years old!
No doubt that your immense love for her made her live that long.
Love is the best cure for all.
RIP Cuddles

WOW 23 thats an amazing age!! God i just wish and hope my guy lives til he's 15/16... 23 would be unbelievable...

I'm sure she had a great life OP!
at 22 in the photo she looked great! Cherish the memories.

We've had two 18 years (dog and cat), and a 14 years (dog) so wevw been lucky!

weve now got a beautiful lady coming up on 12 years old and recently she's aged, not too much, just more like a puppy till 10 or so! The thoughts that I could potentially have 10 more years with her is so positive.

So sorry for your loss, Cuddles looked fantastic for her age, The Helen Mirren Of the dog world. 23 years of love, you should be proud, we all know these days will come, but that doesn't make them any easier. Mind yourself.

It's been almost a week, and it still hurts.

Last Wednesday we said goodbye to the biggest, fluffiest loser I've ever met. Lucky came into my family as part of the first litter of our cat Alfie, and I was besotted from the word go. She was gentle, loving, and I don't think anyone who met Lucky had anything bad to say of her.

She and I were best buds. She was my fluffy alarm clock, and would come in to my room each morning when she'd been let into the house. She had her spot on the bed, and every Saturday morning of my school life was spent being spooned by my 11lb ball of grey fur.




If everyone loved Lucky, she certainly loved them back. She was the biggest attention seeker I've ever encountered, and if a new face came to the house she was stuck to them like glue. When they'd leave, she came back to me as if I hadn't just been betrayed by the love of my life.

Then, in November 2015, things started going downhill. On a trip back from Cardiff I noticed Lucky was limping. One of our other cats, Podge, has a limp as well, and that came from a fight. With Lucky, a fight wasn't likely – she was too placid. I demanded she be taken to a vet.

A vet confirmed the worst – cancer. At best, Lucky had barely a year left in her. Each time I came back from Cardiff for a visit after Christmas, I prepared myself with knowing that this would be our final time together.

Each time, she was still there waiting for me to come back. But tummy rubs, her favourite thing in the world (she would even hook her leg around your hand so you couldn't escape) became less and less frequent. She wasn't eating, so she lost all the paunch that made her my adorable little fatso. The week before she died, all she did was sit on my bed and just sleep the day off.

I came back from Cardiff on Tuesday, and the following morning she said her goodbyes. My Mam drove her to the vets in Dungarvan, and Lucky's little face poking up from the passenger seat is my final time seeing her alive. Saying goodbye to her, having our final sleepover the night before, and our little family gathering in the hall before four became three broke my heart utterly.

There are still two cats here, and I fully intend to rescue a cat when I have my own home. But there will never be another Lucky, and I have memories with her that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Goodnight my angel.

I lost my dog Zola yesterday. She was 12 my first proper pet (I only had fish before) and I don't know what to do so I thought I should acknowledge her death in some form online. I was shocked when I found out she had cancer and even more shocked that they couldn't do anything. That was a month ago and her personality changed.

She went from the crazy dog who'd want out a million times but mostly to feel the wind and have it flap her ears. If the back door was open she'd run from it and wouldn't stop until I caught her and that was how I knew she deserved her name (we named her for the Olympic athlete). She was also so sweet and caring, she'd follow me around the house and if I kept going back and forth between rooms she'd sit in the hall and watch until I went into the living room. If I got in trouble and my parents gave out to me she sit next to me and nudge and lick my hand until I pet her and looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes and I'd feel like everything was going to be ok. She'd curl up next to me to watch tv and only the fire would make her move, as she'd curl up infront of the range and when I pet her I could feel the heat and then she'd roll to bake the other side. She was always there for me, I could vent about the kids at school or being banned from video games for a week and all she'd ask for is a belly rub and ear scratch. When I went to college, she would go down to my bedroom and sleep on my bed and when I went home she'd huff at me like it was now her bed.

Then she got sick and nauseous and couldn't control her bowels. She hated it and would sit in shame and I thought that was the worst. Until the pain started, it was infrequent and was mostly when she went to the toilet, but then her arthritis got worse (because it had spread to her bones) and then she woke up in pain. It was too much, my energetic dog who couldn't wait for a walk wouldn't even get up for a walk let alone follow me around. She'd only get up when she had to. I said my goodbyes yesterday morning and had to head back home from my parents house (where she lived). As we couldn't stand her to spend one more day in pain, wake up one more day in pain, the vet was called. They put her to sleep at home and then my mom called me to tell me. I wasn't expecting it to be yesterday (didn't think the vet would come out straight away) but it was what was best for her and shes not in pain anymore and it would have been selfish and cruel of me to prolong it. I will always miss her and that first trip back to visit my parents where she isn't there will be hard but I have to keep reminding myself shes in a better place. Thanks for listening to my rant but writing this was helpful for me to understand my feelings. It will hurt every time I see where her bed used to be but my memories of her will last and the pain will lessen over time. She will always be my cuddly, sweet, caring, heat hogging, wind blowing through her fur golden blur.

Just lost Timmy,Hit by a car and looks like it was instant.

He wandered into our lives with a litter of kittens from this lovely stray cat about 9 years ago,Was 4 in total i think but this one kitten stood out,Small and fluffy,They were all feral but we would leave food out for them.

One day i noticed that the other kittens were not letting the little fluffy one the space and time to eat,Decision was made to try feed him separately as he was starting to look sick and we were sure he would not make it.
Attempts were made and anyway he got enough to survive through the early stages.

Think it was a case that they used come and go for a long time,But finally it only ended up with Timmy that would show up on occasion,Still scared of humans but i don't recall him ever hissing.1388974743424.jpg

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3 years or so later he was a bit more approachable and around that time he damaged his tail,Maybe got caught on something-I don't know.
Used be bleeding yet he seemed to just get on with it,Finally with him being approachable enough to get him into a cage he was taken to the vets and most of the tail removed.After this i spent long days and nights trying to reassure him while he was in the unfamiliar surroundings of a old curtain covered room in the house,He managed to figure out the litter box and while it was a struggle to keep him occupied and to stay in the house it was then i came to a realization that there was something special about the little guy,Maybe it was a sense of calmness that he had,Hard to tell really.

5 or 6 days later it was time to leave him out and hope that the stitches would be okay,And that he would not hold it against us.That evening he returned.

Over the next few years he became tamer and tamer,Friendlier and friendlier and somehow loved by even people who normally cant stand cat's.And all the time he would ramble the countryside,At times glad to sleep inside or in a little house i bought for him that he could use outside.Keeping the dog company on colder nights.

Collected him from the roadside earlier,Owed him the dignity to not lay there,He now is buried in the garden near my dog i lost 15 years ago.

As strange as it may seem i used think it a privilege that he would call for his dinner or call over in a evening to just sit on my lap and sleep for a half hour.Such a peaceful little guy,Will be missed more than can be put into words.

We lost our beautiful Cody molly today after 8 fantastic years with her after she was attacked by 2 bull mastiffs .

I'm lucky in the respect I own 2 dogs . but samba will have to be spoiled a bit more now . poor fellers lost his best friend to .

We have loads of pictures with kids growing up and videos so nobody is ever going to forget you Cody molly .

Cody molly..... The white westie always coming home from her walk the brown westie .xxxxxxxxxxx

My beautiful french lop bunny Benny passed away today cuddled up in my arms getting plenty of kisses He was 5 and a half and the most gentle giant you'd ever meet. Heartbroken doesn't even come close to how I'm feeling. I love you my number one bun xxxx

Sorry to hear, Raminahobbin. I've a Cocker too and that is hitting home.

peasant wrote: »

Today our cat Millie died, aged 16

A year and a month ago, this Lady left us aged 14

With another cat and three dogs of similar ages, we're not really looking forward to the next few months/years.

Sorry for your loss, Peasant
They were two beauties, but what hit me is that Lady looks much like my Lola which is 16!
What did they die from?
The two cats have been photographed in the same exact spot of the lawn!