Selkie's people thank you
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Thank you
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kyubi and our parents and others for your condolences, vibes, thoughts, hugs (virtual and in-person), offers of ears and shoulders, heart space, wishes, and "I've been there"s. They have been a great comfort to me and the OH.
Selkie perked up a bit on the prednisone. A few times, she felt playful enough to claw the carpet, or wave her paw at us. Once she climbed up onto my desk to lie in the sun. Whenever we cuddled her, she purred and wanted to rub her cheeks on our hands. But she wouldn't eat, so we knew she was saying "goodbye" and not "I want to stay around after all."
I'm glad we made the decision we did. But it was the hardest thing I've ever done. And it was especially sad at the end because she was scared of the vet and we weren't able to give her the completely peaceful passage that we wanted to. She did let go very fast once the injection started, though. So I like to think that she was only scared the vet would cause her pain, not that he would end her life, and that she's forgiven us.
After she was gone, we scattered her tub of catnip in the backyard. Then (in an hysterical rage) I gathered up most of her things and took them to the animal shelter to give away. The one toy I kept was a piece of plastic netting that's supposed to be for training vines. She loved to hide underneath it.
At the animal shelter I took out a dog named Princess, a mixture of pit bull and English bulldog. She was very quiet and just wanted to rest her cheek on my hand and gaze into my eyes. I think being with her started me thinking that I might heal someday.
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Selkie perked up a bit on the prednisone. A few times, she felt playful enough to claw the carpet, or wave her paw at us. Once she climbed up onto my desk to lie in the sun. Whenever we cuddled her, she purred and wanted to rub her cheeks on our hands. But she wouldn't eat, so we knew she was saying "goodbye" and not "I want to stay around after all."
I'm glad we made the decision we did. But it was the hardest thing I've ever done. And it was especially sad at the end because she was scared of the vet and we weren't able to give her the completely peaceful passage that we wanted to. She did let go very fast once the injection started, though. So I like to think that she was only scared the vet would cause her pain, not that he would end her life, and that she's forgiven us.
After she was gone, we scattered her tub of catnip in the backyard. Then (in an hysterical rage) I gathered up most of her things and took them to the animal shelter to give away. The one toy I kept was a piece of plastic netting that's supposed to be for training vines. She loved to hide underneath it.
At the animal shelter I took out a dog named Princess, a mixture of pit bull and English bulldog. She was very quiet and just wanted to rest her cheek on my hand and gaze into my eyes. I think being with her started me thinking that I might heal someday.
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Date: 12 Jan 2003 10:14 pm (UTC)it's a hard thing to do, but sometimes we have to. and i think you know how much Selkie loved you and she's probably very glad you helped the pain and sickness go away. And you're doing just what she wanted, you know. She rubbed your hands with her cheeks so you would remember her. She marked you with her scent and your carpet with her claws. ;) She's a cat, they like to possess, however fleetingly.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Jan 2003 10:39 pm (UTC)[Gentle hug offered. I've been thinking of you, although I haven't posted.]
I'm sorry about the hard stuff, and the goodbye, and the loss.
I'm really glad Selkie had good people like you.
Go well, Selkie. Say hello to the Torp-cat and Silver and the rest of them.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 12 Jan 2003 11:01 pm (UTC)More *hugs* to be delivered in person next time I'm out there.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:51 am (UTC)hugs
I wasn't sure when to give you this...
Date: 12 Jan 2003 11:14 pm (UTC)Message from a Departed Cat to its Favourite Human Toy
Do not mourn; I am not far away.
If you look up, you'll very likely see
My twitching tail upon the balcony
Or glimpse my glowing eyes beneath the bed;
And if you listen quietly, you'll hear
The sounds of gentle purring. Never fear,
If, when you hear, perhaps you do not see.
Mayhap I'm sleeping in a sunlit ray.
(You know I prowl by night and sleep by day.)
The kitten that you loved is no more, true;
From gangling adolescent cat I grew
Into the feline majesty whose head
Was often tucked into your gentle hand.
How often on your magazine I'd stand
Demanding your complete, unbroken view.
So do not mourn; I am not far away.
And if some night you wake, and if you hear
The purring of a kitten in your ear,
Rest assured, it is my gentle ghost
Giving you comfort when you need it most.
Do not mourn, I am not far away,
My spirit, by your side, will ever stay.
Re: I wasn't sure when to give you this...
Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:53 am (UTC)From gangling adolescent cat I grew
Into the feline majesty whose head
Was often tucked into your gentle hand.
Thanks for sharing it with me.
Yes, she's still around. In a way that makes it harder, and in a way easier. Strange.
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Date: 12 Jan 2003 11:14 pm (UTC)We love them so much, despite the fact we know they're here and gone so quickly. Sam was only eight years old when he died and he was already four when we found each other. I thought I'd have him a lot longer.
*hugs* I'm sorry you had to go through this. I'm glad you're on earth to keep caring for them.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:54 am (UTC)hugs Thanks.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 12:56 am (UTC)They are with us for such a short time, and they fill our lives with love. And when they go, they take a piece of us with them.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 04:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:56 am (UTC)Thanks
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 06:10 am (UTC)I wish I could think of something useful to say, beyond "my thoughts are with you". I know how hard it is to lose a beloved pet, whether to illness, misadventure or old age.
I hope you find comfort and healing soon. *hugs again*
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 06:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 07:29 am (UTC)We took him home and named him Pyeawacket. That was almost a year ago, and it's been uncanny how he mimics some of silver's behaviour at times when I am down, even though he never knew silver. He's grown into a beautiful big cat and even though I had trouble getting used to him being there and Silver not for a while I don't regret the decision and would do it again in a heartbeat.
Give yourself time, but someday, when you are ready, pass on Selkie's legacy and open your home to someone she would have liked. I don't think she would have wanted you to be lonely or hurting for a long time.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 01:46 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 14 Jan 2003 07:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 08:47 am (UTC)Good dog, Princess.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 01:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 12:16 pm (UTC)So this is the part I would have showed you:
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 05:30 pm (UTC)I have lost cats, dogs, and a husband...no matter how long you've known the individual, or how old he or she is, the passing of a family member is always difficult. A cat is no less a family member for being feline.
Condolences and sympathy. Please allow yourself the grieving process you need to heal; too many people do not do this, with the death of an animal.
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 13 Jan 2003 10:57 pm (UTC)You and OH have my sympathy on this, as I know how important Selkie was in your lives. *HUG*
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Date: 13 Jan 2003 11:07 pm (UTC)Thanks for thinking about visiting Selkie. I was glad that the people who stopped by did so, but it was also very hard on me, so I don't mind that you didn't/couldn't.
I hope you're feeling better.