My Beloved Cookie

I lost one of the closest friends that I've ever had this weekend. Buddy was the best. I blame myself for this loss. We live in the country so I leave my garage door raised a foot or so, so he and his brother and their mother could go in and out. All three cats mean so much to my wife, grandson and I, however Buddy was special. Not a day went by that he did not meet me on the driveway upon my returning home from work. He had to be by our sides constantly. A week or so ago I came home to find no Bud on the drive. When I entered our garage I was surprised to see things knocked off a couple of shelves. Mother cat (Little One) and brother (Sam) were in their bed acting nervous. I called for Buddy several times. He finally came out of hiding and it was clear that he had been in a fight. There had been a stray cat get in the garage and with size and age, he clearly had an advantage over one year old Buddy. I was sick and hurt for him having to deal with this. I thought of taking him to the vet to be checked but he seemed fine. A couple of days later I noticed him losing weight and having a scab on a cheek. He was unsteady on his feet as well. I called our vet and could not get him in until the following day. I got home from work that evening and Buddy had failed terribly in that short time. I added blankets to their bed to keep him warm, and prayed that he stay strong until the next morning. I went to work the next day for a couple of hours until our appointment time. When I got home Buddy was still in the same spot. His beautiful golden eyes were not right. He was stiff and his cry was weak. I covered him in my jacket and held him to my chest on the drive to the vets. I talked to him and rubbed his head gently on the way there. He never cried out. He just stared up at me. I would take my eyes off the road to look down and his gaze never left me. In the exam room the vet determined his blood cell counts were very very low. He had several abcesses, which Doc said were clearly the results of the stray cat attacking him days before. He was so weak, and it killed me seeing him like this. My vet said that he may not make it and that it would not be cheap in treating him. There was no question with cost, as he was priceless. They admitted him and began IV treatment on Thursday morning. I visited him on Friday morning and was told that he was drinking and eating, and that antibiotics were being administered. I spent a half an hour with him, talking and rubbing him. At one point I leaned in the cage and kissed his head. His right eye seemed to shed a tear, which I wiped away. I told the vet assistant how much he meant to me, and how thankful I was for their doing all they could. I left there hoping for the best and feeling a little at ease. Saturday morning I awoke, ready to go and see him. I was getting ready to shower when my phone rang. The vet had called to tell me that little Bud had passed away during the night. Here I am now lost. Here I am now shedding tear after tear. Here I am now without my friend. He would have been in my life for one year next month. I would trade the last years of my life to have one more day with him. My coming home from work at the end of a stress filled day will never be the same without my Buddy waiting for me on the drive. I lost him due to my hesitating on a trip to the vet, and for this I hurt even more..Goodbye sweet prince. If Heaven is a place where a soul finds peace and contentment, then God please have him waiting for me at the gate......

I feel your pain. My cat Dusty just died a few days ago and it hurts to the core. I know it will take time to get over. Be strong and give extra attention to her sister.

I understand I lost my beautiful girl she was also a 16 year old a Siamese also she was put down with kidney failure two weeks ago . She was a special friend ..Siamese are so smart and responsive.I lead a busy but I will always miss my girl.so thinking of you .it's really hard . They may heat p be cats ,but they give a connection

R.I.P Joey..
My cat Joey:Got ran over,hit by a car..
He came to our door at 6:00 in the Morning as my mom was leaving the house,and wouldn't move from our door.And I couldn't get outside to see what was wrong with him.I picked him up and he was bleeding all over.His insides were destroyed and I thought he was going to die the moment I picked him up,There was blood all over his chest and stomach. I set him down quickly,afraid that I would hurt him if I held him any longer.The door was still open so he had a sort of limp as he walked.He had obviously been hit by a car. His stomach was pushed to the right of his body. He walked under our Christmas tree,and laid down.He was in pain,but handled it so well,I was suprised he came to our door after what had probably happened to him..I cried as I watched this and did not want to touch him,because I still felt as if I would hurt him.
My brother comforted him..And a few minutes I did too. I knew he was going to die,and that's why I was crying..I had to leave for school..And so I did. I stopped my crying and left to the bus stop.I had the day at school thinking of what had happened to my cat..Wondering if he was dead yet,wanting to cry again..I came home from practice and he was gone,I already had known before anyone had thought of telling me.They told me where they had put him,In the garage..Just before I walked in I saw the door move open a little,you may think I am crazy for this of a seeing,but it happened and no one caused it.It may have been a sign..And I do not often believe in supernatrual things like this. anything could of caused it,but how I saw it,it was a sign,and so..I walked into the garage and saw a blanket over what looked to be him lying there..I didn't bother to look because it would've made me cry more then I already have..My brother told me he died at 11:55..Eyes open in a dog bed..I left this part out,but he told me 5 minuted before he fell to his own death he, walked over to "the" dog bed.I went to my bed at 6:00 and cried,I got drowzy and bell asleep..I woke up and asked where he was because I checked up on where Joey was as soon as I awoken..My father had taken him to make a grave for him at his job..It made me sad because I never really got to say goodbye to my cat Joey..Gone forever.5 days before Christmas day,how wonderful.He wasn't even yet a year.I never thought that would've happened..I should've been more thankful for him,and the life he had lived with me and my family.I never would've thought of him dying so early..And not dying like that.I knew he wouldn't live forever but I thought for awhile he would live.It's so sad.

I love you Joey,so much.
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Mouth was 18 years old. He loved following me around the house. I always tell people he adopted me. His mother was our house cat until she gave birth and we ended up with many kittens. When mouth got to be of age, he would cry at my bedroom door. I had a big bed he loved sleeping on. My mom eventually opened my door to let him in. He climbed his way on to the bed and slept on it with me. This repeated nightly until I brought him to bed with me, resigning myself to his care. Since he meowed so much, I said his name was Mouth. People loved it and the association with his talkative personality fit. He was definitely my little buddy. He would just sit and allow me to pet him, often he would lay between my arm pit and arm. This put him in a comfortable position. It made him purr so loudly. When I would get up, he would follow me. I never trained him to. And I never rejected him, saying he could not. He was my buddy until the end. The end came yesterday when he attempted to wake up, aware that I had come out of my room. He stumbled and fell down. I thought he was tired. I coaxed him up and realized he was very droopy and could not walk straight. I walked towards the kitchen, knowing he would follow. He tried. He fell down. He meowed in a gutteral meow. This was painful to him. I picked him up and comforted him. He purred a bit. I realized at that point that he was in pain. I called a vet. When I took him in, the vet did a series of checks and realized he was almost completely blind. His heart was weakening and something was wrong with his central nervous system. It did not take me long to realize that Mouth's time has come. After the vet left the room, I gave Mouth the biggest hug and felt his warmth and his surrender that just tore me up. When I set him down, he just laid there peacefully. He wasn't looking around to see where I was. He wasn't trying to get a pet by making noise. He was at a peace that I realized was his acknowledgement that he was ready. I agreed to have him euthanized to ease his suffering. I had no idea he was almost blind but this made sense as I realized he sometimes meowed at strange things. He died peacefully as I held his head up. I am a shy person so I did my greatest not to cry but that was just impossible. I was tearing up as the vet told me she was sorry. I was thankful for their care and for letting me have his paw print that they created on a chunk of clay. I opted not to take the ashes but kind of regret not doing so. My house is quieter. I no longer get greeted by a loud meow when I came downstairs. I have no one to tag behind me when I go to the kitchen. It's an indescribable emptiness that I hope will go away gracefully. This little male kitty has managed to make such an impact on my life, leaving an impression I can't explain. He is gone. I am in mourning. I will have cried almost non-stop since I said goodbye. I know everyone's pain when they go through this. You find little things that set you off into a rampage of tears. As a man, this is even more difficult as a man has a responsibility of stoic heroism. I am nothing of the sort right now and object to any insistence that I become like that. So my buddy Mouth lives on inside my heart. It aches right now. It will subside. I like to believe that he is somewhere bringing joy to many of the children taken too soon. He was a gift I was blessed to have. He chose me and he will forever be my little buddha. I miss you, Mouth! RIP.

My cat Whistle 6 years old died on Saturday (Nov.24,2012) at approx. 3-3:30p.m.......
Nov.9 he got paralyzed at approx.11:00p.m. he was turning around, meowing like crazy, I taught he was having a heart attack, I called vet. said he thinks it's a muscle spasm to bring him in the morning. Nov.10 i took him to the vet, Whistle had sever nerve damage and his back legs where paralyzed, vet. gave 2 shots and medication, i took him home. Whistle was not eating or drinking, vet said to force little bit food and especially water to him and i also gave him some cat milk with the syringe. Few days went by he started to drag himself around and he started to eat a bit and drink on his own and he peed in the litter box he didn't poop all week i called and asked the vet about that he said thats ok cause he didn't eat much. Saturday (Nov.17) evening his legs and feet swelled up huge and pus was comming out of his one foot, i called vet.,he said he has an infection to bring him in on Monday. Nov.19 i took Whistle to the vet., Whistle had an infection in both of his legs the vet. said that he has a lot of infection, he gave him 2 shots and more medication, i took him home. Monday evening his other leg a hole opened up an infection was comming out. Friday (Nov.23) Whistle had surgery on his one leg to take out all the infection and stich it up, surgery went fine he came home hours later and he seemed fine he was dragging himself a bit and he ate and drank a bit. Saturday morning he wanted to come up on my bed so i lifted him and he slept with me around an hour, i took him down and gave him his medicine and went to get his food he ate and drank and he used his litter box to pee then i noticed his stiches have been slite opened he must have bitten threw them at night when i was sleeping i called vet. he said bring him in vet. gave him bit anesthia just enough so he wouldn't feel when hes restiching i waited for him and then i took him home. Whistle was resting in his bed at approx. 12:30 i went to check up on him he was shaking like crazy and flem was comming out of his mouth, i got scared and called the vet. he said that is normal Whistle is waking up from the anestshia and the body is going threw the shock just to leave him alone and let him wake up, so i and my mom taught it be best to let him rest and not botter him we left to the store. At approx.1:30-2 we came back, i went to check up on Whistle and he was still breating slitly his mouth was opened and had a mild heart beat, i called the vet. he said that there is nothing he can do just to lay him on his right side and to massage his chest, i did and he was slowly closing his mouth and he looked at me and slite closed his eyes and he was gone. Whistle was waiting for me to come home so that he can say bye, i feel like i shouldn't of left him and gone to the store, i feel guilty, vet. said that he had too much infection and it got to his heart.. I have an emptiness in me i cry none stop for my little boy Whistle i miss him tremendously words can't explain. We where close i had a connection with him, he was better then a human friend. He just died on Saturday i feel broken up can't do anything can't even think straight. I love you Whistle I miss you dearly. He is barried in my back yard garden, i am at peace with that, but i cry none stop. God bless all, i know what your all going thru when you lose a loved one.

My cat KC just died last wednesday,he was a black and white long hair.He had epalepsy and was anemic for all his life.I got him in 1998 so he was about 73 years old.We had the time of our live together! I am going on 59 years old i am retired and live at home .We live at a dead end st so it was just the place for us lol.Anyway at the end it was really rough.He was in no pain but couldnt eat or drink.I decided to take him down and get it overwith ,because i couldnt take it anymore.I have to think i did right the doctor assured me no pain.I held him dearly as best i could but at the very last he took a deap breath ,I cryed.Im on my third day and i realize this is just a major blow to me.Im devastated totally.I burried him outside my window.I just found this place i thought i could vent here.I miss my KC.

I lost my cat chip to a car when he was 3 months old, and more recantly storm to a car as well...... :(

I got my Siamese cat Lucy when she was 14 years old from a woman that had her since she was in college. For the last 6 years I got to experience the absolute joy of having an intelligent, loyal, and spiritual companion in my life in the form of my cat. She never had any medical problems until two months ago when she had the onset of chronic renal failure and all of the complications associated with it. I had been giving her regular enemas and i/v fluids and she seemed to recover for a while. Two weeks ago she started to cry like she was in pain and stopped eating. I tried to feed her with a syringe but she just got worse. I knew that the end was near but I kept praying that she would either get better or die peacefully. Neither happened and she spent the last 24 hours of her life in a semi coma on my bed. Since it was the weekend, I had to wait until Monday morning to make an appointment to have her euthanized. The pain and heartbreak that I felt was like nothing that I have ever experienced and I have been crying uncontrollably for days leading up to her death. I am a 50 year old man and not usually prone to emotional outbursts. I share all of your pain. The fact that these cats are so loving and intelligent is what makes the attachment so binding. I will love you forever my little Lucy girl.

My beautiful Siamese Tibby died on Thursday. He had been dying for about 5 days and I finally decided it was time. I brought him to the vets to be euthanized. He was 20 years old. His health had been failing over the past year but for some reason, I never thought he would die. I guess I was in denial of the inevitable. He had seen me through two kids, one just graduating from high school, a divorce, many jobs, the birth of 3 nephews and so much more. It was as if he had always been there. Then, the inevitable came, and he let me know that his time had come. He stopped eating and drinking, found himself a quiet place, and waited on death in the most stoic honorable way imaginable. Tibby, I will never forget you and I feel honored to have had you in my life for 20 years. Thank you my beautiful boy. I love you.

I brought my Stevie, 13-years old, to the vet this morning to be put down. He was diagnosed with intestinal cancer two weeks ago and he steadily deteriorated until he was not eating or drinking. I woke up early this morning and dug his grave in the garden. He died with dignity and grace and is buried beneath a hydrangea. But I am so brokenhearted. He was the love of my life.

My cat, Boogie, died last week (or maybe it was the week before that). I am so sad I can't hardly remember- it's a blur. I am thankful my Boogie is no longer suffering. I understand that death is a part of life. Boogie's time here was up. I can't change that. I am still sad though. I didn't realize how strong our connection was until he was gone. I have 2 other cats also. I hold them and pour my love and attention to them now. I try to focus on the forward as I fondly remember my Boogie. I hold my other kitties close to my heart and I feel thankful to God that I have them this second.

Today I had to put Peanut, Cookie's sister, to sleep. She was 18 1/2. I have much more peace about her passing than I did with Cookie. Peanut was suffering at the end, and she was ready to go. She went to sleep peacefully in my arms surrounded by our family, telling her how much we love her. I know she is with Cookie now, and I believe I will see them both again. I thank God for the love and companionship she gave me for so many years.

My Cali died yst at 345am. I don't know why she died and I hate myself for not bringing her for regular checkups, esp when I noticed her rapid weight loss and her inability to cough out her hairballs. I blame myself every single second for what I did not do, and I really don't know when I'll be able to stop grieving for her. I didn't even get to say goodbye as I was asleep in another room.



I read that Siamese cats can live up to the age of 21, my Cali was 14. What did I do wrong! I would give up 7 yrs of my life to have her back.

My Misty half Siamese just buried him in the garden. He would tap my face in the morning to get up. He would tip his head on his left side when I talked to him. My wife and I have 5 cats left. Misty was so spiritual and would try and take me to bed when I came home exhausted from work. I love him so much. I did not want to bring kids into this world and think I might have substituted kids for cats. The spiritual connection between a human and the Siamese bread of cats cannot be underestimated. We who know this may the supreme power take note. We will be with you one day Misty.

My Misty half Siamese just buried him in the garden. He would tap my face in the morning to get up. He would tip his head on his left side when I talked to him. My wife and I have 5 cats left. Misty was so spiritual and would try and take me to bed when I came home exhausted from work. I love him so much. I did not want to bring kids into this world and think I might have substituted kids for cats. The spiritual connection between a human and the Siamese bread of cats cannot be underestimated. We who know this may the supreme power take note. We will be with you one day Misty.

My Misty half Siamese just buried him in the garden. He would tap my face in the morning to get up. He would tip his head on his left side when I talked to him. My wife and I have 5 cats left. Misty was so spiritual and would try and take me to bed when I came home exhausted from work. I love him so much. I did not want to bring kids into this world and think I might have substituted kids for cats. The spiritual connection between a human and the Siamese bread of cats cannot be underestimated. We who know this may the supreme power take note. We will be with you one day Misty.

I lost my Mandy last night, on saturday evening we noticed her walking had become very unsteady and she stopped eating and drinking and even stopped moving around the house, we had become very used to her sleeping as she was 20 1/2 years old! I took the day off work yesterday and stayed with her cuddled to me all day,I had really prayed she would just die peacefully in my arms but she didn't, my husbnad felt it was more fair to take her to the vet and get his opinion so we did so. He agreed that euthanasia was the best option for her, it was so hard, I held her little head and watched her pass away, I miss her terribly. I have had Mandy since i was 16 years old, that was fall 1990, I can't see my daily routine ever feeling normal again. I know we made the right choice for her but I would give anything to have her sit with me again, I love you Mandy girl, my very first fur baby, RIP

i lost my cat too

and i think i might die soon too

i feel lost and i feel like god took from me what he gave me in the first place

why is life so unfair and so hard

cats can feel like they are a person and they become like family

i know ill never forget him and i know ill see him in heaven soon

I lost my cat 2 days ago. She was the sweetest little cat who was bullied by the neighborhood cats and we did everything to help her, she was always nervous. In the end she barely left the house, she just followed us everywhere like a dog would. She was such a peoples person and would try to befriend who ever came around. She was only four, she died of leukemia. I am now scared to own anymore cats as this is the second time this has happened. Another cat died young due to cancer, I think a cat in the neighborhood must be spreading it. I can't stop crying over Lulu, it just does not seem fair.

i just lost my sweet cat of 18 years. 2 days ago. i am a 50 year old male. i am still crying at times.

it feels so lonely and strange without her around. i miss her so much. i am so afraid i might not ever get over this. 18 years she gave me so much love she was such a cute and sweet cat.

she died on my lap at the vet. my wife was crying i was crying.

I am so sorry vincristine for your loss. Bucky is one lucky kitty having had a loving caretaker like you! It's been almost 6 weeks that my beloved Nacho passed. I'm still crying about 6 times a day (sigh...I'm really getting tired of this). Nacho gave me more affection than any human ever has. The good thing is that I am feeling better every day. I would give my right arm to have him back!

Oh how sad you guys, i can share the pain with you, I had to put my bucky, chocolate point siamese 12 yrs old, he had sever diabetes and went into severe renal failure, the first time he was diagnosed with diabetes was last year, I started treating him with Insulin, then last month he went into diabetic shock, DKA its called, liver damage, renal damage and pancreatitis, he stayed in the hospital for a week (my job) he got better after a week, he was ok for a month, eating, drinking, and meowing like a meazer does, loudly and affectionately, he was loyal to us always, many of us knew him and loved him, he was a gentle soul... this past weekend i had left to florida to see my BF and my mom calls me on sunday night, ( i was due to come home monday after noon) to tell me Bucky was collapsed on his side, barely moving and lethargic, she took him to my job (vet hospital) and they kept him till tuesday, I came back monday spoke to Dr and she told me things look bad and if i chose to euthenize it wouldn't be a bad idea. I already knew things looked bad when I saw him , he looked miserable. On tuesday august 31, 2110, i worked the whole day, while bucky hung out in his cage. I finished round 730. I held Bucky from then till 10pm, my mother came to be with me and my co worker Lynda, when the time came to put him down, it was the hardest thing i have ever done, my co worker and I cried sooo much it was paiiiful. My mother was not there to see but i held him till the last moment of his life, he purred the whole time. i miss him so much and I was sooo sad at work all day today. I understand what my clients go thru with my patients. I am sooo hurt and sad and cry alot

BTW...I am a man.

To all who are in pain because of the loss of their beloved cats...I totally feel your pain and I am so sorry. The love of my life Nacho passed away 3 weeks ago. I had him for 16 years. He was my soul-mate. He showed me more love and affection than any human ever has. He had renal failure and probably pancreatic/colon cancer. The first few days after his death I was a complete basket case. I feel much better now but I am still crying about 10 times a day. It is so, so painful. I put the box containing his ashes at the window so he can look out. I miss him so, so much. I will stay strong and get through this...all of you please stay strong also!

How heart wrenching your story is. I also suffered through a cat's deteriorating at work just a a few days ago. This cat grew close to me in six months, and he considered me his closest care giver. He was old, and probably sick, too. Although I also didn't want him to go so soon. He didn't even have a name, we just called him kitty. I kept him in an enclosed area in his final days, but for some unexplainable reason I let him go just the day I was thinking he would die. He didn't eat, he didn't drink. He was vomiting for a few days already, and had diarrhea for two days. I think he went off to die, hiding from me. It's what cats do. I hope he is in cat heaven now if there's such a thing. And his memory will be with me for a very, very long time. (I also have two cats of my own; luckily they're five and two years old now. Not ready to depart any time soon.)

I understand your pain completely. My cat died yesterday and it was the exact same story of yours: Siamese cat, special, loving, intelligent, caring. Highly spiritual and very attached to me. He was my cat's husband but quickly became more my cat than his. Had an infection and died 10 days after. I fed him, made him drink, spent a lot of money at the vet all in vain. I slept by him night and day and prayed and begged God not to take him away from me. I kept him in my arms until his breathing started to fail. He couldn't open his eyes anymore and i knew it was a matter of hours till he died, so I put him to sleep before it became painful. I took him around the house and the garden and he laid his head back in the sunshine. Now I feel such pain i wish I had died with him. I don't know how to go through the days, how can I bear staying in this house without my baby. I imagine your pain, I never believed a cat could be more important than a person to someone, but they can, their loyalty and unconditional love are beyond compare. Please may God help us both through our grief. I can't bear another day with this pain in my chest. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I lost a stone in weight last week. I am afraid I might go too.

I understand your pain completely. My cat died yesterday and it was the exact same story of yours: Siamese cat, special, loving, intelligent, caring. Highly spiritual and very attached to me. He was my cat's husband but quickly became more my cat than his. Had an infection and died 10 days after. I fed him, made him drink, spent a lot of money at the vet all in vain. I slept by him night and day and prayed and begged God not to take him away from me. I kept him in my arms until his breathing started to fail. He couldn't open his eyes anymore and i knew it was a matter of hours till he died, so I put him to sleep before it became painful. I took him around the house and the garden and he laid his head back in the sunshine. Now I feel such pain i wish I had died with him. I don't know how to go through the days, how can I bear staying in this house without my baby. I imagine your pain, I never believed a cat could be more important than a person to someone, but they can, their loyalty and unconditional love are beyond compare. Please may God help us both through our grief. I can't bear another day with this pain in my chest. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I lost a stone in weight last week. I am afraid I might go too.

I read your story and feel you pain. I lost a beautiful 8 year old Seal Point siamese cat to chronic renal failure in Feb 2009. To tell all of the special memories would fill a book! We had a special relationship that no one else understood. He used to follow me around the house like a dog. He was sick for 2 months before he died. I has giving him pills and also giving him sub-cutaneous water injections to keep him from getting dehydrated. Through all of this he never hissed or bit me! He tried to push me away, but never bit. And being a cat you can imagine how much he must have hated that! He was up and down for the last 2 months. In the last week, he stopped eating and drinking entirely. I knew the end would come soon. Over his last weekend, he could hardly walk, and started to cry alot. He had a discharge from his mouth and he stopped grooming. I brought him to his previous owners to say goodbye. On Monday I took him to the vet. On the trip down, I had him wrapped in a towel, and he even purred a little! Since I had been taking him to the same vet for treatment, he felt comfortable in the examinging room. The vet put him down, I was with him the entire time to make sure he felt safe. It was very peaceful, he didn't feel anything. That was 1 year ago. I still cry about it. To be totally honest, I don't think I will ever get over it. I actually think that the bond with a pet can be stronger than a bond with human. At least that is my experience. Hope this helps. RIP, Fidel.