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[Jeff-Groves]

I don't mind the responses to my post.
They do act as a way to heal what I feel.
And letting it out helps.

The Second Sin I suffer also involves a Cat.

Kia was the most beautiful little kitten at a Shop I worked in. For some reason She decided I was the Human she was adopting!
She'd be there every morning to greet me and follow me around.
She ignored everyone else for the most part.

I ended up bringing her home and spent many years with her.
She'd sleep in my lap, go to bed with me, follow me every where I went.
Nancy always called her my shadow.

As my job changed and I traveled more I'd be away from Kia for weeks at a time. And as She grew older, I saw a change.
She was not as excited to see me and was losing control of her functions.
Often not using her litter box but doing her business right in front of our bed room door.
I had planned to take her to the Vet but to avoid the stepping in her poo the next day before the visit?
I put her in a cage which I had never done before.

I woke up the next day and she had slipped away during the night.
Cold and lifeless. I held her body and cried like a baby.

Not for her passing but that I did not hold her in my lap as she passed away!
I put her in a cage to die alone.

[les green01]

Originally Posted by Jeff-Groves

I don't mind the responses to my post.
They do act as a way to heal what I feel.
And letting it out helps.

The Second Sin I suffer also involves a Cat.

Kia was the most beautiful little kitten at a Shop I worked in. For some reason She decided I was the Human she was adopting!
She'd be there every morning to greet me and follow me around.
She ignored everyone else for the most part.

I ended up bringing her home and spent many years with her.
She'd sleep in my lap, go to bed with me, follow me every where I went.
Nancy always called her my shadow.

As my job changed and I traveled more I'd be away from Kia for weeks at a time. And as She grew older, I saw a change.
She was not as excited to see me and was losing control of her functions.
Often not using her litter box but doing her business right in front of our bed room door.
I had planned to take her to the Vet but to avoid the stepping in her poo the next day before the visit?
I put her in a cage which I had never done before.

I woke up the next day and she had slipped away during the night.
Cold and lifeless. I held her body and cried like a baby.

Not for her passing but that I did not hold her in my lap as she passed away!
I put her in a cage to die alone.

losing a close pet can be really hard when i was in highschool dad got a puppy,this dog was pretty much mine he wouldn't even walk on a leash for anyone but me or go use the restroom if it wasn't me letting him out i move out i had to go over to dads just to let the dog out well he got up in age he got down couldn't move so dad had me come over and try to get the dog to come to me i try he couldn't do it and the dog wanted to do ended up walking over to him petted him and told dad the dog is suffering and needs to be put down

[August]

I just buried our cat in the garden the other day. He came to us as a stray many years ago so we never knew his age but I estimate him to have been somewhere north of 15 years old when he passed. He died in our bathtub sometime during the night after a lengthy illness.