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Her name was Jasmine, she was a grey longhaired cat.
She was my boyfriend's, who essentially got her dumped on him some 15 years ago, when one of his colleagues wanted to move in with her boyfriend who couldn't stand the cat.
She was quite a character, rather talkative and sounded somewhat annoyed and demanding most of the time. But she was very affectionate and adored my boyfriend... she would wait at the door for him to come home every evening. I was suffered, and was allowed to feed the little princess.

She hadn't been well in a while now, she had problems with her kidneys, and also with constipation due to furballs she couldn't cough up any more (but she wouldn't let anyone brush her, ever). We had been to the vets a few times, but she wasn't getting better. She hasn't eaten much recently, and grown very thin under all that fur.
We had just come home this evening, I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her coughing in the living room. She was lying in front of her water bowl, my boyfriend sat next to her and said she seemed to have the hiccoughs.
He stroked her, she coughed one last time and then she went all limp in his arms...

I've spent the last hour or so crying now.
Rest in peace, Jasmine, you were a good kitty and we loved you lots.

*in before 'get a blog'*

Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. Losing a pet is always really hard.

:(

Have a web hug.

*in before 'get a blog'*

My thoughts exactly.

What do you mean by "rather talkative", Cabra?

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For Jasmine. *hopefully beat the 'get a blog'*

aww, sorry to hear. I'd hate to lose my cat, little punk bitch that he is.

My condolences =(

:(

*sympathy*

My thoughts exactly.

What do you mean by "rather talkative", Cabra?

Always miaowing at people. And at things. She would miaow at her food bowl, or the sofa, or the fireplace at times.
I suspect that her eyesight wasn't the best any more...

*in before 'get a blog'*

Ok, to change this from a blog to a thread, has anyone else here lost a pet recently?

That's sad, but 15 is a fairly good age. Just think about the funny things she did and the happy times you had.

Eat the carcass.

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For Jasmine. *hopefully beat the 'get a blog'*

Thanks.

That's sad, but 15 is a fairly good age. Just think about the funny things she did and the happy times you had.

She was probably older than 15... we don't know how old she was when her owner decided to dump her on a colleague...

They do wrap us around their little paws so much, don't they?

I share your grief, and rest assured, it will pass-we miss those we love most out of pining for what we'd do without them. I am certain your loved one is at the Gates, waiting for your boyfriend, and enduring St. Peter to bring her food.

Get a blog...

Seriously though, sorry to hear the kitty died... :(

We had a cat that we called "Badcat": he did have a name, at one time, but nobody every called him by it. He attached himself to our house: he belonged to the previous tenants, but when they moved he kept running away and returning, and we didn't know where the people had moved to, so when they didn't show up to look for him after like the third time, we were stuck with him. The rule in the house was that no-one except Sharon fed him, since he was a terrible beggar. But one night I came home very late, and Badcat was meowling piteously by his empty bowl, and I thought maybe Sharon hadn't been home. So I pointed my finger at him and said, "You tell me the truth now! Did Sharon already feed you?"
And he said, quite distinctly and sadly, "NOOOOOOOO!"

We had a cat that we called "Badcat": he did have a name, at one time, but nobody every called him by it. He attached himself to our house: he belonged to the previous tenants, but when they moved he kept running away and returning, and we didn't know where the people had moved to, so when they didn't show up to look for him after like the third time, we were stuck with him. The rule in the house was that no-one except Sharon fed him, since he was a terrible beggar. But one night I came home very late, and Badcat was meowling piteously by his empty bowl, and I thought maybe Sharon hadn't been home. So I pointed my finger at him and said, "You tell me the truth now! Did Sharon already feed you?"
And he said, quite distinctly and sadly, "NOOOOOOOO!"

*lol
That could've been Jasmine. I've never heard a cat that could be so vocal and sound so annoyed, even when perfectly happy. She always had this spoiled-brat-not-getting-its-way tone in her voice.

Well, last thursday it snowed a foot and a half. One of the resident cats Sundae was outside and wouldn't come in. I went out an grabbed her but she just ran back out before I closed the door. I haven't seen her since. I think she froze to death :(.

Ok, to change this from a blog to a thread, has anyone else here lost a pet recently?

Not as such.

We found one of the fish in the pond in our backyard frozen solid near the top of the pond (frozen in a layer of ice, mind, not on top of the pond). But we smacked the ice block, freed it, and tossed it in the warmer end, and it swam off as if nothing happened.

Fish are weird.

Well, last thursday it snowed a foot and a half. One of the resident cats Sundae was outside and wouldn't come in. I went out an grabbed her but she just ran back out before I closed the door. I haven't seen her since. I think she froze to death :(.

Don't give up hope yet.
One of our other cats (the only one to go outside) is the best weather forecast. If she goes outside, you know the weather will stay ok.
And if Sundae ran out again, she might have found shelter somewhere, you know how cats are.

Aww thats a shame. I love cats. :(

Don't give up hope yet.
One of our other cats (the only one to go outside) is the best weather forecast. If she goes outside, you know the weather will stay ok.
And if Sundae ran out again, she might have found shelter somewhere, you know how cats are.

She was a small sickly cat who ran from mice. After 5 days I have my doubts. For all I know she got buried under the snow since it was higher than she stands.

Sorry to hear about Jasmine.

Aww thats a shame. I love cats. :(

Yeah, they're great with teriyaki sauce...



Sorry I couldn't resist...

Well, last thursday it snowed a foot and a half. One of the resident cats Sundae was outside and wouldn't come in. I went out an grabbed her but she just ran back out before I closed the door. I haven't seen her since. I think she froze to death :(.

Cats are pretty tough when it comes to weather. I remember once last year one of the neighbor's cats had gotten out the night of a big snow storm. I remember hearing it meowing the next morning, and saw paw prints in the snow when I was shoveling later that day.
Neighbors freaked when it didn't come back that night, went around asking if anyone had seen it and I told them about the tracks, and they were beside themselves.
Two days later the little furry bastard was meowing on their doorstep as if nothing had happened. Guess it found shelter somewhere.

Which would be cute, if I didn't periodically catch it trying to eat our fish! :mad:

Sorry for your loss. (And to make it less bloggy, here's my answer:)

The last pet I owned was a mouse named Freddy* who lived for 3,5 years. That's pretty long for a normal house mouse, so to say the Methuselah among mice.

But that's been a long time ago. Haven't had the space for another pet in my apartment. (Nor the time or energy for the responsibility - taking care of myself took up all of that.)

*Named after this little one:
http://www.beltz.de/images/cover_gross/3-407-76007-8.gif

She was a small sickly cat who ran from mice. After 5 days I have my doubts. For all I know she got buried under the snow since it was higher than she stands.

Sorry to hear about Jasmine.

That's very bizarre behavior for a cat unless she had kittens hidden somewhere. I'd suggest an immediate search just because.

Sorry for your loss. (And to make it less bloggy, here's my answer:)

The last pet I owned was a mouse named Freddy* who lived for 3,5 years. That's pretty long for a normal house mouse, so to say the Methuselah among mice.

But that's been a long time ago. Haven't had the space for another pet in my apartment. (Nor the time or energy for the responsibility - taking care of myself took up all of that.)

*Named after this little one:
http://www.beltz.de/images/cover_gross/3-407-76007-8.gif

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Frederick!
I haven't seen that book since I was in Kindergarten! :)

That's very bizarre behavior for a cat unless she had kittens hidden somewhere. I'd suggest an immediate search just because.

She was fixxed.

I'm sorry to hear about Jasmine. I lost my cat, Bonnie two years ago. She was 14. Her brother Clyde is still with us, we hope for a good long time.

I'm sorry to heat that. It is never easy to lose a family member. Give your self plenty of time to grieve.

I lost my cat this summer. She was 16. I've been quite depressed since. She died of kidney failure too. She had gotten so very sick that we had set up an appointment to have her put to sleep. A very hard decision to make. Just as I picked her up to take her out to the car, she started coughing and died in my arms. It was terrible, but at least she got to die at home. She hated to be taken anywhere. My partner and I buried her in the yard and bought a rose bush to plant on her grave. I see it outside the kitchen window every day.

:( I'm very sorry to hear that. RIP Jasmine. *hugs for Cabra*

I'm sorry to hear about Jasmine. I lost my cat, Bonnie two years ago. She was 14. Her brother Clyde is still with us, we hope for a good long time.

We have a cat named Clyde too. :eek2:

My cat Tulip died like 5 years ago. Was an awesome cat though -- could never be replaced.

Last pet I lost was the one that I really cared about...my dog Jessee.

Golden retriever who, while technically was the family dog, was really mine. Mom used to tickle me, and if I yelled stop, Jessee would come running and start nipping at my mom and barking untill she would leave me alone. Mom would do the same to my sister, and Jessee would just sit there and not make a sound. The one time she bit me was when I had a bagel and she was trying to steal it and got my wrist...she immediately came over, dropped the bagel in my lap and started licking my face and whimpering. Still miss the old girl.

:fluffle: for your loss, friend.

Oh that's sad. You poor dear!

Sounds like our Kitty who died in August. She was a gorgeous and intelligent cat and also, naturally, a right little princess. My sister was her best friend - she slept in her bed every night and sulked when she was away. We took her to the vet because she was off her food and had difficulty going to the toilet, she picked up after a couple of weeks, but then another 2 weeks later she was in a terrible state so we rushed her to the vet. The vet felt her stomach, and in so doing broke apart the massive tumour in her gut that had been missed a month earlier (must have grown really quickly). Poor Kitty just broke down on the examination table and had to be put to sleep right away. It came as such a shock, we were devastated and my sister hardly ate or spoke for a week.

Here’s a picture of her:
http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa110/ali-babble/Kitty/YouTalkintoMe.jpg?t=1227656340

It's awful to lose a good pet. I send you 'virtual hugs' and a virtual, warm, steaming mug of a drink of your choice! It gets better, although your bound to notice the empty spaces and sometimes forget that she's no longer around because it's just habit to see her there. But that's normal.

Rest in peace little Jasmine!

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Frederick!
I haven't seen that book since I was in Kindergarten! :)
Same here. Thought that might cheer you up a little. ;)

And it seems to have left an impression. Und es ist einfach ein ganz ganz tolle schöne Geschichte! :fluffle:

Her name was Jasmine, she was a grey longhaired cat.
She was my boyfriend's, who essentially got her dumped on him some 15 years ago, when one of his colleagues wanted to move in with her boyfriend who couldn't stand the cat.
She was quite a character, rather talkative and sounded somewhat annoyed and demanding most of the time. But she was very affectionate and adored my boyfriend... she would wait at the door for him to come home every evening. I was suffered, and was allowed to feed the little princess.

She hadn't been well in a while now, she had problems with her kidneys, and also with constipation due to furballs she couldn't cough up any more (but she wouldn't let anyone brush her, ever). We had been to the vets a few times, but she wasn't getting better. She hasn't eaten much recently, and grown very thin under all that fur.
We had just come home this evening, I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her coughing in the living room. She was lying in front of her water bowl, my boyfriend sat next to her and said she seemed to have the hiccoughs.
He stroked her, she coughed one last time and then she went all limp in his arms...

I've spent the last hour or so crying now.
Rest in peace, Jasmine, you were a good kitty and we loved you lots.

CW, I'm incredibly sorry. Coming from a cat owner myself, I got 3 little buggers, I can imagine your sadness. May Jasmine rest in peace.

I'm sorry to hear that. I've owned many cats over the years, most died of old age but it's tough. *hugs* well hopefully the next cat will be just as good.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry to hear that. I remember when I lost my childhood cat Sara back on July 4th 2005. :( She was an awesome cat, she attached herself to me and became my second mother. She was very vocal, especially when I wasn't home, she would meow until I showed up. Then she would rub me and purr for about 2 minutes and then act like nothing happened.

Oh, I'm so sorry :( Atleast her last sight was of your boyfriend

Poor Kitty :(


And poor Cabra too....I guess ;)

I'm so sorry to hear this - losing a pet is incredibly difficult.

*pat* I love cats and I know how hard it is to lose one.

I'm sorry to hear about Jasmine. I lost my cat, Bonnie two years ago. She was 14. Her brother Clyde is still with us, we hope for a good long time.

It's good that you still have her brother.
We've still got our two other little tigers, Rakete and Susie, and it's really comforting.

lost one a kitten when a was a kid and lost two older ones
one was six years ago and the other just three years

From cat-slave to cat-slave.
Sorry to hear that. It's always sad when you loose one of your furry masters.

About talkative cats.
Two days ago I returned to Prague from Italy. The plane was late so I called my wife telling her not to wait for me and arrived home around midnight. The house was silent except from my cat, she was waiting behind the door and when I come in she told me "CIAAAAOOOO". Then she proceeded by checking my baggage for messages from her brothers (they live at my mother's place in Italy).

I'm sorry to here about that. I have a cat, and I can imagine how sad you must be to lose your's.

Her name was Jasmine, she was a grey longhaired cat.
She was my boyfriend's, who essentially got her dumped on him some 15 years ago, when one of his colleagues wanted to move in with her boyfriend who couldn't stand the cat.
She was quite a character, rather talkative and sounded somewhat annoyed and demanding most of the time. But she was very affectionate and adored my boyfriend... she would wait at the door for him to come home every evening. I was suffered, and was allowed to feed the little princess.

She hadn't been well in a while now, she had problems with her kidneys, and also with constipation due to furballs she couldn't cough up any more (but she wouldn't let anyone brush her, ever). We had been to the vets a few times, but she wasn't getting better. She hasn't eaten much recently, and grown very thin under all that fur.
We had just come home this evening, I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her coughing in the living room. She was lying in front of her water bowl, my boyfriend sat next to her and said she seemed to have the hiccoughs.
He stroked her, she coughed one last time and then she went all limp in his arms...

I've spent the last hour or so crying now.
Rest in peace, Jasmine, you were a good kitty and we loved you lots.

aw, Cabra :( :( *sends big hugs*

it sounds very similar to my cat, Buster, dying a few years back. he was 16 and wasn't eating, but still too proud to let anyone brush him or anything. he went and hid in a neighbour's garden, and they came round in the evening to ask us to go pick him up. he was already stiff.

we gave him a burial in our front garden in a spot he liked to lie in, and planted a rose called Shine On above him. we still all say hi to him most days when we walk past.

i'm just saying this cos i know how painful it can be to lose a cat... they become part of your personality and a friend, even though most of the time it seems more like you are their pet lol ;)

*hugs to your boyfriend too*

Sorry for your loss. I understand how it feels to love a pet like that.

Her name was Jasmine, she was a grey longhaired cat.
She was my boyfriend's, who essentially got her dumped on him some 15 years ago, when one of his colleagues wanted to move in with her boyfriend who couldn't stand the cat.
She was quite a character, rather talkative and sounded somewhat annoyed and demanding most of the time. But she was very affectionate and adored my boyfriend... she would wait at the door for him to come home every evening. I was suffered, and was allowed to feed the little princess.

She hadn't been well in a while now, she had problems with her kidneys, and also with constipation due to furballs she couldn't cough up any more (but she wouldn't let anyone brush her, ever). We had been to the vets a few times, but she wasn't getting better. She hasn't eaten much recently, and grown very thin under all that fur.
We had just come home this evening, I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her coughing in the living room. She was lying in front of her water bowl, my boyfriend sat next to her and said she seemed to have the hiccoughs.
He stroked her, she coughed one last time and then she went all limp in his arms...

I've spent the last hour or so crying now.
Rest in peace, Jasmine, you were a good kitty and we loved you lots.

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I have a cat too so I can understand.

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Oh Fuck off!

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I have a cat too so I can understand.

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It still feels weird... BF checked out cremation and all that today, he'll bring her in tomorrow. We've put her in a blanket in her basket in the meantime...
I still haven't fully understood that she's dead, I think. It just seems surreal. :(

It still feels weird... BF checked out cremation and all that today, he'll bring her in tomorrow. We've put her in a blanket in her basket in the meantime...
I still haven't fully understood that she's dead, I think. It just seems surreal. :(

Your bf must be devestated. My cat would wait for me at the door too, everyday, b4 I left home.

Your bf must be devestated. My cat would wait for me at the door too, everyday, b4 I left home.

I think it hasn't fully caught up with him, either, yet. She was very attached to him....

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During these difficult financial times wouldn't a bin bag and a council tip be more prudent? And to be pedantic, it does not seem 'surreal'. That word is so missused. Surreal would be your cat coming back to life and being the reincarnation of Vincent Price with a flair for painting, in stockings.

Why would you assume that our finances are in difficulties? Quite the contrary, actually.

And thank you for letting me know how I feel, I'm sure without that explanation I would have gone on feeling confused for weeks.

at first I read this as one of our Cars jsut died and I thought well then just buy a new one, the economy could use more people buying stuff. Then i saw the t and realized i was a jackass. i am sorry i such a long held pet passed away.

If your finances are not in difficulty, good for you. But spending money on a cat cremation is decadance beyond comprehension when people are starving, don't you think?

One, perhaps, could say the same for the internet you're using?

Why aren't you in Africa helping starving children?

Cremating Kermit the Dog, however, would be a public service.

Her name was Jasmine, she was a grey longhaired cat.
She was my boyfriend's, who essentially got her dumped on him some 15 years ago, when one of his colleagues wanted to move in with her boyfriend who couldn't stand the cat.
She was quite a character, rather talkative and sounded somewhat annoyed and demanding most of the time. But she was very affectionate and adored my boyfriend... she would wait at the door for him to come home every evening. I was suffered, and was allowed to feed the little princess.

She hadn't been well in a while now, she had problems with her kidneys, and also with constipation due to furballs she couldn't cough up any more (but she wouldn't let anyone brush her, ever). We had been to the vets a few times, but she wasn't getting better. She hasn't eaten much recently, and grown very thin under all that fur.
We had just come home this evening, I was in the kitchen cooking when I heard her coughing in the living room. She was lying in front of her water bowl, my boyfriend sat next to her and said she seemed to have the hiccoughs.
He stroked her, she coughed one last time and then she went all limp in his arms...

I've spent the last hour or so crying now.
Rest in peace, Jasmine, you were a good kitty and we loved you lots.

You have my deepest sympathies. No one is closer to me than my cats and I hate to think how I would feel in your shoes. I am very sorry.

And fuck the assholes whose posts lack empathy. They are merely obnoxious attention seekers.

... to be pedantic, it does not seem 'surreal'. That word is so missused. Surreal would be your cat coming back to life and being the reincarnation of Vincent Price with a flair for painting, in stockings.

If the reality that one is used to, and which one takes for granted, suddenly changes in some way (say, for example, the sudden absence of a pet from a familiar setting) then it most certainly would qualify as 'surreal'. Your rejection of it as an accurate descriptor has no value, and your objection to the use of language by Cabra West holds no merit.

I'll let the irony of "missused", sitting amidst a petty and erroneous complaint about use of certain words, stand for itself. ;)

'obnoxious attention seekers'? What other kind of person would unload their grief at the loss of a fucking cat onto a international website. Cats are cats. Domestic vermin that some shallow people attribute personalities to because they lack one themselves. An f-ing cat. I have been to too many funerals this year to worry about some bint who lost a moggy. The pathetic outpouring of sympathy for a shitting hairball makes me sick. Try watching a friend waste away from cancer (stomach tumors x2, bone cancer, and oesophagal tumors), driving 500 miles to see them hours before they die. Or perhaps another good friend lose their mind and body to MS before choking to death.

It is the frivolity of human emotions wasted on such trivialities that disturbs me.

Nice try, but you seem to be worrying quite a bit about this "bint who lost a moggy" and expending quite a bit of emotion on these "trivialities." Either you are a liar or you are expending a great deal of time and energy simply to be an asshole -- or both.

Surreal originates from around 1935, a back formation of surrealism. Defined as - having the disorienting, hallucinatory quality of a dream; unreal; fantastic, coming from works such as those of Salvador Dali. A difference from routine is not surreal, just something to get used to. The surreal is something that is much more difficult to comprehend than the change of routine.
By the first part of your stated definition, "having the disorienting, hallucinatory quality of a dream; unreal" the word would still seem to fit and so I will stand by my assertion. That you, personally, appear unable to comprehend the magnitude of loss that some people might feel over the loss of a pet does not mean that you get to reject their description of how they feel about it.

I also like being an asshole in the eyes of those I dislike, and belittling their feelings because I have so few of my own. I couldn't care less about most things but know others do, so I prey.
Each to their own, I guess. I'd like to say that it's nice to see someone being honest about their goals, but I just can't bring myself to laud that sort of lack of empathy. I'm sure that's another one of those things that you just don't give a shit about.

I have a cat, we estimate 16 (he's been with us for 14 years), who is blind and seems to have lost his sense of smell (Ever seen a cat devour a french fry?), but is still going strong.

He begs at the table, and at anyone with a paper bag, always expecting food, and begs for milk a lot. It's what keeps him alive

One of your other cats is called "Rakete"?!?

Does it at least behave accordingly? ;)

If your finances are not in difficulty, good for you. But spending money on a cat cremation is decadance beyond comprehension when people are starving, don't you think? Perhaps a burial in your garden and a donation to an animal charity would be less selfish. But some people hang onto their selfcentred mourning in a hope that they may be thought of as special.

As for how you are feeling, I was talking semantics, and how you might articulate yourself better. But then again, you are cremating a fucking cat! Maybe you feel more comfortable talking bollocks.

Why is cremating your dead cat decadence? Why is mourning a dead family member (and if you've ever had a pet that you loved, you should understand this) self-centered? Would you bury grandma in the garden and make a donation to a charity for the elderly? Or maybe you'd put great aunt Ruby in a trash bag and run her over to the dump? You are just a trifle insensitive.

If your finances are not in difficulty, good for you. But spending money on a cat cremation is decadance beyond comprehension when people are starving, don't you think? Perhaps a burial in your garden and a donation to an animal charity would be less selfish. But some people hang onto their selfcentred mourning in a hope that they may be thought of as special.

As for how you are feeling, I was talking semantics, and how you might articulate yourself better. But then again, you are cremating a fucking cat! Maybe you feel more comfortable talking bollocks.

We had considered that, but the house we live in is not our own and neither is the garden.
We plan on moving sometime within the next 6 months, so the grave would have to remain behind for the next tennants who may not be too happy about it, or we would have to dig her back up to take her with us.

You do have my pity if your life is so miserable that you feel the need to brighten it up by further upsetting people who are already upset.

One of your other cats is called "Rakete"?!?

Does it at least behave accordingly? ;)

She sure does, she's a little street fighter. Has half the dogs in the neighbourhood scared of coming into our garden. :D

My childhood dog that I've had since I was six years old died four months ago at 14. I never cried so much over anything in my life. I expected it to happen 'cause he was starting to show his age earlier this year but I didn't expect it to escalate so fast.

I found him lying next to his water dish. I leaned down to pet him and he wasn't breathing. It was horrible.

I, as Hairless Kitten, feel very sorry. My condolences.

Feel free to steal my neighbours cats. They shit on the base of my plum tree and cry all night outside. I would put anti-freeze out for them but the neighbours know I hate them and I would be first suspect. I might try paracetamol in milk.
Failure to learn to play well with others. Banned.