Thank you Renee, thats the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I apolagize for not beibg up here latelt my mother tried to commmit suicide.... it seems Im facibg mortalty from everyone I love please pray for me, these are the times I miss too…
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I know it's hard right now. I, too, had lost a cat not too long ago of old age.
Remember she will always be in your heart and memories and you will never forget her. If and when you do decide to get another kitty,…
After reading some news posts about tortured cats etc... I sat last night watching and petting my cats thinking about a lot.
While I KNOW I would be very sad you must think about the good life they have had and how easy you made it for them.
I would…
Im sure your right, but its still hard, right now I cant think about anything, but her, so it will take me some time, but Im sure Ill love again. Somehow....... thank you for your advice
It was a warm october night, back in 2004, when I was walking with my friend down a dark road next to my house, we heard a small animal crying, thats when I was brave enough to reach down into the ditch bank where she was at. Then I realizes it was a baby, so I held her close and hid her under my shirt, to sneak her into mt house where my friend and I giggled our way into my room. Later on that afternoon, my dad was in his room where I brought Tookis in to meet him, I pushed my bottom lip out and asked him if we could keep her and he said "YES!" Lol the rest is history, it was love at first sight!
Pet likes:
She loved music, ecspecially, Mariah Carey hence her name. She also loved SELENA, and her band SELENA Enosdinos. She grew up to alot of music, including the violin. Since she was only about 5 weeks old when I found her, she still wanted to nurse so she would nurse my neck until it gave me hickies lol. She likes food but wasnt in love with it, regular purena cat chow did it for her. She loved her only child her son bradley despite how they fought sometimes. She loved to be alone with her momma. She loved sleeping on my chest and being held like a baby. Sitting in the window watching birds was one of her favorite hobbies.But more than anything else she loved her mother "me".
Pet dislikes:
She did not like sharing me with other animals. She use to put her feet up at me when I tried to kiss her while I was holding her like a baby. She didn't care for can food. She hated our dogs when they chased her.
Pet’s favorite spot:
My bed! My mom's foot stool in her bedroom which was black like her. She left tons of hair on that thing that I would have to clean off, but now would give anything to clean. My chest was her favorite spot, she loved sleeping on me to listen to my heart beat. She also loved to sit in the screened window, while it was open.
Pet’s favorite toy:
She didn't really have a favorite toy, although she did like to chase things as a baby kitten.
Pet’s silliest habit:
She would come to me when I sang as if I was calling her name. As soon as the litter would be freshly pourn in the litter box she would come to sit in it even if she didn't need to go to the bathroom, lol! She would get spooked or scared from things, she would literally do a back flip! And of course she would try to nurse my neck at night when she was sleepy.
Pet’s sweetest moments:
When she would sleep on my chest. We had a very memorable nap a few weeks before she got sick, we slept for hours while she layed in my arms.
I crack up when my pet:
When she would come to me when I sang to her or turned on the radio. And when she would do a back flip when she got afraid. lol
My pet is unique because:
Because she was extraordinarily sweet and she acted like a baby. She was a special, pet not just a cat, but more like my daughter. I have a gaping whole in my heart where she is suppose to be, Mariah you are forever missed, I love you!!
I hope that you find a way to survive your heartache. You ask if I am "tormented" by the loss of certain pets, and yes, I will quickly say that I am. The pain does not cease, but hopefully you understand that it can dull, and you will find a way to cope, because you must do so. When you are able, hopefully you will consider adopting another cat, which may sound awful to you now... but Mariah would not want the love that you had for her to lay in waste... it would be a terrible tradgedy. There are so many homeless animals that would benefit from what you have to give. It always seems like "disloyalty" when we talk about adopting again, but it is not: it is part of the circle of life and part of the deep well of compassion and empathy for another's suffering that a real pet guardian like yourself has. You must console yourself with the understanding that the relationship you would have with a different cat would be just that: different and unique. You can do it, and the world would be a better place for your efforts. When you are capable, see if you can visit a shelter, perhaps someone can come with you for support (I'd volunteer, if I were closer... I'll do it in my mind though! a "psychic support"!)... cast your eye about for a needy soul who does not look anything like Mariah... and then commit yourself to feeding him or her the best and changing that animal's life, which you can do in an instant. I don't think there is anything wrong at all with feeling that you will never recover, and many pet guardians will acknowledge and agree with you, it's OK to feel that way. But I do think that you can heal a certain part of your grief if you consider getting another cat when you are able. And I believe that if you search your heart, you will know that Mariah would want you to do so someday
I feel terribly sorry for you, it sounds as though you are struggling, and feel that you should not reproach yourself for why this happened. You gave your cat the gift of friendship for his entire life, and it was a good one. You need to allow yourself to understand that. It seems as though she was sick and you did not know it, or perhaps, she just had a weak heart and his time had come without you knowing it. So I will tell you a bit of my philosophy on this. I am not religious, but one idea I like to hold onto is the concept of “restoration,” both for humans— and absolutely, for our animal companions. That is to say that, when you meet your family and friends in the “afterlife,” (whatever that may mean for you, individually), they will be “restored,” and in an optimal state: not “sick” or debilitated as they might have been when they died. “Optimal state” is MY word. What does it mean? Well, I don't really know, it could be different for every person or animal. Does it mean as an infant, (perhaps, the “optimal healthy state?”), or some other time? So, for my fiancée, who died at 53, I would take that as just before she became ill: perhaps 51. For a 3 year old cat I recently fostered through hospice that might mean: 2 years old. For another cat I still miss, every single day for the last 15 years— that might mean 14. But it might mean something else, for you, I cannot know. And we also probably cannot know when that period of "perfection" is set, since we are not aware of it at the time. The point I like to hold onto though, is the general one, the idea of “restoration,” that when we meet again, that person or animal will be “healthy” and “happy.”
So ‘Melissa,’ my idea for you is that Mariah Gunn will be there waiting to meet you someday, and she will be waiting for you very impatiently, and I'm certain that his tail will be swaying straight in the air, (the way cats do, with that little crook in the end— when they are pleased and interested in something), furiously, so much so that you might expect to feel a breeze from it! How “old” will she be? I have no way of knowing, and perhaps, you do not either. But you may be able for now to go back to the day when she was stronger, and jumped down from high heights and ran to the door to greet you (who says cats don’t greet their owners like dogs do? ANY cat person KNOWS that they do!)— who knows exactly? The “decision” on what that absolute time would be, would not be yours to make, it will already be taken care of, by a higher authority than us. But what I think is taking place RIGHT NOW, is that she is returned to his beautiful self, whatever that time may have been, and she has doubtless made many friends on the other side of the bridge. She does not need food, she does not need to eat even— his care is in place already and she is sustained by something larger: could we call it, for want of better, the “milk of love”? Indeed, she is awash in it! These new friends, be they animal or human, strove immediately to comfort her (she misses you) and offer her companionship and play, and will sustain his every moment as she waits for you to arrive. She has found (indeed, they must have been waiting for her!) the animal companions you or your family may have had in the past, (perhaps, a sort of “six degrees of ‘Cat’”?). She does not know when that time of reunion will be, but she has no concern for that, for she is happy and makes others where she is happy too. That time may seem like ages away to you today-- but for Mariah Gunn, I don't think “time” has any meaning in that sense. She wants you to stay in your mortal state as long as possible, to be happy, to honor your current relationships, and hopefully, to give over your love when you are able to another animal companion. Because to do that, to give that love you had for her to another animal companion, is to honor her. As hard as it may seem at this moment, today— it may take you a long time—- she does want you to someday make the leap to give the love that you gave to his to another, and not let waste.
I do not know when this instant of reunion will occur for you, and I suppose that you cannot either. It may be that you are in a “different” restored state yourself when you meet again, how can you know? She will recognize you. But I do feel that Mariah Gunn is content and occupied until that moment comes, and perhaps even romping about in this place over the bridge, which we cannot even describe, only imagine each for ourselves. So you can let your imagination run free… release it entirely… and contemplate your happiest environment for her, and surely, if you knew, the reality would even soar far above that! Indeed, your comprehension cannot conjure the beauty of the place that Mariah Gunn now “lives” in. Trust me, you did your best for her, the right thing at the right time, and had she been able to speak your “human” language she surely would have told you so. You must allow yourself to know that, as means of comfort and support to you in these hard days, because it is the truth. I truly do believe, that she is happy. You should be too, as you can look forward to meeting again someday, when you are both ready.
was your cat like a teddy bear? Porky is just like a big teddy bear! He loves to cuddle and give head butts! He loves me so much and he hates my brother!
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