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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 1:28 am
Yesterday (well, now it's 2 am, so I guess the day BEFORE yesterday, but I am up late, crying) I lost a very dear friend, my little gerbil, Boo. I know a lot of people, even animal people will think "but she's just a gerbil, it's not like she's a dog or cat" but truly, I just keep crying. Boo was a WONDERFUL gerbil. She was sweet, friendly, smart, and in fact was the smallest pet therapy animal in the program but it's true... she worked with the disabled and children and NEVER in her whole 4 year long life BIT. Not once.
I will probably make a thread about BooBonic, but I was reading those poems for comfort and so here this post is. And I should try and sleep.
Friends, just know that animals, no matter how small, call make pawprints on our hearts.
cry
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:07 pm
I almost started crying with the story about Casper ;-; That was pretty sad.
The poems were sad too... sad
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 5:09 pm
Kipluck Yesterday (well, now it's 2 am, so I guess the day BEFORE yesterday, but I am up late, crying) I lost a very dear friend, my little gerbil, Boo. I know a lot of people, even animal people will think "but she's just a gerbil, it's not like she's a dog or cat" but truly, I just keep crying. Boo was a WONDERFUL gerbil. She was sweet, friendly, smart, and in fact was the smallest pet therapy animal in the program but it's true... she worked with the disabled and children and NEVER in her whole 4 year long life BIT. Not once. I will probably make a thread about BooBonic, but I was reading those poems for comfort and so here this post is. And I should try and sleep. Friends, just know that animals, no matter how small, call make pawprints on our hearts. cry I know how you feel,When my Hamster Caramel passed away while I was camping,when i got home and my mom told me what happed,that they just found him asleep,and he wouldn`t wake up,i started crying,for hours..He was the only pet i cared about soooo much sad No pet is too small.
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:11 am
1. charlie he was a beagle he got loose one night around 12:00 am and crying well he got ran over by a stupid yellow speeding mustang and my mom just got out of the hospitall well she was on the ground holding and watching him die by internall bleeding and well i was scared about my mom on the ground lol so i called the cops stressed crying stressed crying stressed crying 2.buster my black and white cat well i came home and he was dead i never wanted 2 go 2 anyones house again we dont know how he died he was 2 weeks old luckly we still have his brother zoey lol we thought he was a girl 3.mitsy she was a collie shepard mix she died of old age sad 4 izzy tabby cat rand away 5. rusty tabby cat died under a friends porch 6.momo ran away 7.meco iv got no clue what happend 2 her
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 11:47 am
One Cat I had, Cougar, was a mixed breed we found
and kept in our home. Cougar loved us all but I was his momma, and he loved me the most, sleeping beside me and cuddling up to me. We loved him and he was a black-and-white cat and very handsome. My sister loved playing with him but my new brother never got to see him. We had him for around 2 1/2-3 years when he escaped accidently. We found him in the woods not to long after that, dead from a snake bite.
R.I.P Cougar!
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:35 pm
R.I.P. Daisy
A Great Cat
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 5:25 pm
My hamster, Skitter, got loose one day and got out of my room. Sadly, my dog found him, and made a fatal bite. There's a bloodstain by the door and her garbage can now....
I was playing with Heath, my guniea pig. It was 3 days before Christmas.... When I went to put him in his cage, I noticved that he didn't jump out of my hands and into the cage. I picked him up, and flipped him on his back, to see what was up.... well.... he started to twitch..... I tried calling my mom about 28 times, and she didn't answer. My mom's friend called, she asked if my mom was home and why I sounded like I was crying, I told her, and she said she'd keep trying to contact my mom..... by the time she got home, Heath was dead. I didn't go to school the next day, I was waaaaay to sad.
Lucie was the youngest of our three guinea pigs. ((the other two are in a cage on my drawing desk right now.)) One day, I noticed she wasn't moving or anything. I called my mom, and she set up a vet appointment. Well, the vet said that her teeth were too long, and that she'd lost a lot of weight, and was using her muscles for energy. He told us not to worry, to feed her baby food every hour or so, and give her some water, and that she should recover. Slim chance of death, he said. Well, he gave s a syringe, and my mom and I went to get her some baby food. I was relieved that her back legs weren't broken or anything. We brought her home, put the cage on the counter, so she would be warm, and that she wouldn't be touched by our dog, Kayda. Every hour or so, she got about a syinge of baby food. And then some water. Then, she would sleep. She couldn't even keep herself upright! My mom eventually pressed her up against the side of the cage with a towel so she'd still be warm. Two nights later, I brought her into my room, set her down next to my bed, and heard her purr. It's the kind of purr that I will never forget. The type I will learn to hate and fear. I started sobbing, asking her not to go yet. Not tonight. ((I'm crying, so typos from here on out are almost certain)) Then, I decided it was time to find her song. Heath's song had been Silent Night. One of my favorite Christmas songs. Anywho, I started to sing to her. Eventually, I found the song she most responded to. I lost it then, and began to sob again. Do realize, it's about 3 a.m. at this point. I then prayed, asking God to take her if it was her time, to take her quick, and to spare her if it's not. Then I went to bed. It was about 10 when I awoke. My mom opened my door. I awoke at the sound, but kept my eyes shut. I could feel the death in my room. My mom said: "Let's see how you're doin' today." and picked up the cage, and brought it into the kitchen, on the counter. Then, she awoke me, and said: "I'm sorry, but Lucie didn't make the night...." I didn't cry, I stared at her, and she left. I got up soon after, and opened the cage, seeing my girl totally stiff and dead. My bro wouldn't go away, he seemed so fascinated. I picked her stiff and cold body up, and cradled her to my chest, trying to warm her up again. And yet I didn't cry. It was when I finally went out and dug her grave that I did cry. That I momentarily lost it. I sang her song, kneeling next to the ground. I cried. Later, I went over to my grandma's house, and held up for a while. My aunt or cousins would hug me and be like: "She's in a better place now." and I wouldn't do anything, maybe hug them back. I made it 2 hours before starting to bawl. And I didn't stop for the longest time.....
I have poems for them, too.
Skitter
Run, run!
A hand, a human!
Turn, take a n**!
Light's out!
Time to explore!
Run, run!
Up the tube!
Down! Around!
Look, a hole! Escape! Run!
Time to explore!
Dog! Run! No!
Pain!
Silence....
Heath
Time to go.
A silent shadow.
Passing through the sky.
Fabled?
No, my baby.
My precious.
My only.
My star.
Bright, above the manger.
Shining, radiance.
My only,
My star.
Lucie
Fortune has it
that you stumbled
and you fell
and you loved.
You squeaked
you squealed
you loved.
You never bit,
not once.
No, you just loved.
The best care on Earth,
the slimmest chance
defied
and you loved.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 8:07 pm
We are putting my grandma's dog Scooter to sleep on Wednesday. I wish she would wait till Friday but i dont think thats going to happen. Anyway Scooter is about 14 i think. He and my brother are about the same age. I love this dog so much. I dont know what i am going to do without him. Ive known him most of my life.
In the past year he has gotten really really sick. He started having siezers. I saw one once and fell to the floor crying. Those finally went away. Now he has a real bad cough. He does it all day. Now his body is swollen so thats how its time for him to go.
I will miss Scooter. He has been so much fun over the years. i remember going on camping trips in the RV with my grandparents. My grandma would let him go to the bathroom at night. I hated that idea. So i would stay up and wait till he came back. He always came back. Even if it took 30 minutes. (It was probably less then that but it sure felt like forever)
I remember teasing him and chasing him around the house.
After my grandpa died. He was so sad. He would just sit in my grandpas chair all day and hope that he would come home. Then my grandma got Mika. They are now so close but poor Mika is going to have a hard time without him.
Scooter and Mika are both Schnauzers. Scooter is a standard and Mika is a minature.
I miss you scooter. I will love you forever. Now your dad (my grandpa) will come home. What do you think of that?
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:50 pm
Four Feet in Heaven
Your favorite chair is vacant now...
No eager purrs to greet me.
No softly padded paws to run
Ecstatically to meet me.
No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
Will say it's time for feeding.
I've put away your bowl, and all
The things you won't be needing;
But I will miss you little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought me,
The comfort and the pleasure.
And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow;
I'm sure there'll be a place for you
In Heaven's bright tomorrow...
IN MEMORY OF MY CAT, MALFALSA
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:42 pm
I feel silly, I came here to ask about fish trouble and found this subforum, and with it the tear I have been running against.
Pippin was my first keet (budgie). I am allergic to feathers, I never thought I would have a bird. My Grandmother and sister had keets, so I would often look in at them when I went in for cat and fish supplies. Pippin (although unnamed then) and I bonded instantly in the store. I walked around that stupid store for over an hour saying no way I could find him again in all the there (like over 20). I would every time I went by.
He sat there and completely responded to me, the store clerks said it was weird, nothing they had every seen before. I still circled the store.
For the first few months everything was fine. He was so smart, my allergies did ok as long as he was kept in the livingroom, and oh so gentle. Then, about this time last year, he started acting differently. I got him to a vet, they said put down... a friend started working for a pet store, he sent link shhowing this store sold sick birds (they just barely lifted the ban on keet sells). He also knew of a true aviavian vet, don't put Pippin down. He and his wife showed up just in time, Pippin got an appointment a few days later.
The new vet told me they couuld help (I wouldn't let him suffer just because I wanted him by me, so I told them that and to be honest). I took him home, after his release. A short time later, he aspirated. It was a sunday, bad day to find an for birds. He died in my hands as a neighbor was getting dressed to help us. I still took him in, there friends collected me and took me to get a new keet.... not to replace, but to help me through the grief.
A year (nearly) later, I now have 2 keets, but Pippin is near to my heart. I know the vet said later it was a fluke, even there, they couldn't have saved him. But I cry. I try t tell myself I gave him the best last few months of his life. But tnight again, I cry for him. I hope he knows what a differance he made in my life.
Pippin, I hope we meet at the rainbow bridge.
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