Yeah, this should be Blue Room but fuck it. (If one of you feels the need to kick it over there, merge it into the Half-Life of Absolution thread s'il vous plait) My sister just had to put down her cat she had since the furball was a kitten 18 years ago and it fucking hurts more than when I helped my parents put down a similarly aged cat a couple years ago, just around the moment my mom got her cancer diagnosis. Wish I could have been up in Seattle to be there for Minette's passing, but my fucking car, a Dodge Dart, decided throwing a bitch fit about the thermostat was a greeeaaaat idea (My brother-in-law said I shouldn't buy American for my next car, but I already am thinking a Subi Outback for my unusually sized clarinets; I did joke I should buy a Tata*, but they're not available here in the, uh, States... fuck, you could call India 'the States' too, hmm). Anyway, I'm worried about my sister. I needed to pull through with a run of Beethoven 5, and found an orchestral score playback on YT, so I played along on my Bb clarinet through the first three movements, not realizing the Beethov called for a switch to C Clarinet for the last movement TL,DC: Those furballs are very much part of the family, and losing one hurts.
Doesn't matter what room this is in, it's still terrible news. I'm sure that little Minette had a beautiful life with a family that loved her. I hope you can all celebrate her together soon. What year is that Dodge Dart? Is it a Swinger?
It's a 2013. Needed a new thermostat to pass DEQ, after which the car promptly threw a bitch fit (engine light, oil light, ETC light, dash message 'Engine too hot') because it doesn't like non-OEM parts (I bought the thermostat at O'Reilly's). So that's costing me an additional $850
I still remember when the little fuzzbutt hadn't yet mastered how to keep her claws from needlessly clawing us up Or the time I royally pissed her off by forcing her to release the bird she caught Of all of my family's cats, she was the one I could hold in my arms the longest, even when she wasn't thrilled about it.
It sucks that our pets have such short lives, but it's kinda beautiful that from their perspective they get to spend an entire lifetime with us.
While I've posted pictures in the way distant past of Lou the Beagle, he was actually my brothers dog. Sunny (that you've met in Reno) is the first dog that was all my own. He's been an amazingly healthy dog but he still turns ten this year. Dunno what I will do when he does go
loved and lost many dog's in my 69 years it hurts it's just a fact they cannot live as long as we do...... but i would not trade the love and affection for anything
Wow, you're 69? Nice. Seriously though, it's true. Our big fat orange cat is very unique amongst cats we've owned. He's extremely loving, likes to sleep right up on both my wife and I at night, enjoys being picked up and snuggled, and purrs so loudly you can hear it across the room. My wife is already wringing her hands over how devastating it will be when he passes on...in about 12 years probably, lol.
So true. I had put down our Lhasa Apso during the height of the pandemic. It was a terrible experience. Waldo was a super friendly dog who loved everyone he met. If we were walking and he saw a new friend walking toward us he would lay down until the person walked up and fussed over him. The bonding with our pets is a very real thing and has wonderful benefits, but parting is such bitter sorrow.
*So I forgot to expound on the asterisk in the op, but Tata's the Indian car company that owns Jaguar, thus assisting in India's reverse colonization of the UK
As someone who has also had to put down a cat of roughly 18 years, all I can say is that grieving takes many forms.
Pandora did this. Also would chitter when excited. K-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k. Loved to hunt bugs so much she’d let you hold her up in the air and you chase them around the room until she caught them. Would also make a little barking sound whenever scared or nervous. Which was helpful because she got nervous whenever doing things she knew she wasn’t supposed to do. You could hear the barks in another room (usually the kitchen while we were in the living room) and just yell PANDORA NO! and she’d coming zooming out and then act casual as fuck.
Been a bit over 25 months since we had to let our beloved Yorkie go and often the absences still hurts as bad as it did that day. I've never lost a loved one in my life that I grieved harder.