We had three kitties who owned us. Two were brothers and one was an in-breed related to them by a year. All three were wild and newborns when I saved them from the stockyard. The inbred was certifiably insane, watching invisible things on the walls and ceilings. But we loved all three. As sick as he was all his life, he was a very quiet and lovable person. My wife was with him when he took his last. I was not but I cried for a week. I still feel him in my heart.
I rarely post on here, but having virtually Known you Chris for several years now via SimHq and here, very sad to read about Retro. My Moggy Harvey-Wilf (long story) is perched on my lap. Happy memories Im sure mate but Im sure your very sad. Thoughts across the big pond mate !
Now that is a unique name! Thanks for your thoughts. Funny how his being gone hits at random times - opening a package of bacon this morning to make some breakfast and I knew something was missing - him under my feet hoping I’d strip him off a piece.
What is really odd (or maybe totally normal) is that our other cat (who is about 18 years old…but a fair bit healthier than Retro was) has seemingly out of nowhere picked up some of his habits that she has never exhibited before. For instance, Retro was a hound dog - he would try to beg, borrow, and steal food all the time. But Penny, she never did that - content to eat her cat kibble. Just in the days since Retro passed, Penny has not taken to jumping up on the table, or making it known that she wants human food. I don’t know if there was some sort of silent pecking order that repressed her all these years or what…but her behavior has definitely changed markedly in the past week.
Beach … about the black cat coming around to pay respect … one of my cats got run over on the street in front of our house and the next day, the two cats he had been friendly with were crying like babies. It just brought more tears to my eyes as if they were beckoning him to come out and play.
Anyway, I’ve always wanted a black cat! Sorry for your loss.
Here are my losses over the past number of years …
Casper and Rusty …
Nancy and Sid …
Coletrain is still alive and well though! I rescued him from a rubber vulcanizing factory … I walked into that nasty black soot filled warehouse out of the snow and this little kitten just walked up to me and smelled my boot! I was in love! It took 3 showers to get most of that black soot out of his fur! Finally clean …
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Now eight years later he just majestically reigns supreme …
Just learned of the loss Retro. I do feel from time to time, the loss of our beloved Chihuahua a few years ago and the tears come easily. I do know that there will be “Wet Noses at the Pearly Gates.”
Best to you,
Steve
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The time that I have dreaded for many months now has come to pass. I had to bid farewell to my beautiful and beloved friend of 15 years on the 27th of April, 2017. True to my word, my tears are more becoming of a 7 year old than that of someone closing in on 31.
Her passing was dignified and probably to her liking; it was cold out and she did enjoy that.
I never before ever met a dog or any other companion that was so in tune with my mood. I could always expect her to nudge me and give me company when I wasn’t at my best. When she was wary or afraid, I could give her a hug and melt that fear away in an instant. She never so much as barked at anything, save for the occasional squirrel and I have yet to meet a dog quite so well behaved and intelligent. The ever-so-common trick where you throw a ball or treat in an effort to trick a dog never worked on her. Ever. I cannot recall a time where that actually fooled her.
My fear is that the bar is set so high for me that whatever dog I may adopt in the future will only breed disappointment. But, that is an irrational fear and a concern for another day. There is much healing to be done before that hurdle can be cleared.
I refuse to call her a pet as I don’t feel I owned her. After all, you don’t refer to your closest friends as property to bought and kept. She was my best friend. The last time I have felt heartache like this was when my grandparents passed away.
Rest well, Molly, you were the best friend I reckon I had.
So sorry to hear that. They wrap themselves around our hearts don’t they? I still have moments when I look around for my friend who was ever present. Your memories are wonderful…
We lost Pepper last night, she had gone down hill since Monday. The vets examined her and prescribed pain relief, she passed in her sleep last night and I can’t remember being so heartbroken since I lost my Father, boy who would have pets
Very sorry to hear that. The hole that will exist around your house will be there for awhile. But the memories should help fill in some of the heartache. I still miss my little buddy Retro…but I smile whenever I think of him…
Now that is a unique name! Thanks for your thoughts. Funny how his being gone hits at random times - opening a package of bacon this morning to make some breakfast and I knew something was missing - him under my feet hoping I’d strip him off a piece.
