She was a tough little girl.
She held on much longer than I expected, but ...
On Tuesday at 0920, she went to join her sister.
Farewell Anya, you take a piece of our hearts with you.
Until we meet again, my sweet baby ...
Going sinker for a while, don't know how long. The Missus Herself and I are devastated. We shared our lives with her for almost twenty years. Nothing will ever be the same again ...
Hugs. Long, holding hugs.
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Sarge. Thoughts and Prayers up for Anya and you and the Missus.
ReplyDeleteI lost my Dachshund , Maggie and my big blond lab mix,Dusty last year. So tired of the hurt those losses cause I decided I just don't Want another dog. Then two nights ago a starving Britney Spaniel came up and laid her head in my lap,,, so I'm feeding her, fixing to give her a bath and get her ready to go to the vet,Aaand she's in heat and I'm betting she's pregnant..
ReplyDeleteCan't afford it. But if I don't adopt her I know it would haunt me.
My condolences for your loss. The people who don't have pets don't suffer and don't understand what these losses feel like, but the years of companionship and entertainment, they don't get those either. I'd Have a Coupla cats if the family weren't allergic. Cats are a hoot.
Again, I'm sorry for your loss.
hey Old AFSargel
ReplyDeleteAw Crap, I'm sorry to hear that :( My Condolances.
Sorry you have lost your friend. Sounds like you were lucky to have her as long as you did. R- Tuna
ReplyDeleteMy regrets on loosing Anya. Have lost a few Dogs myself, and it is a terrible feeling.
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Pets never die. It may seem like it but they just go extended patrol. You'll see them on the objective high ground...
ReplyDeleteI dreaded the post as soon as I saw the title. Condolences, Sarge.
ReplyDeleteGodspeed Anya. There are more than a few of everyone else's pets you will meet there. Tell good stories until we arrive.
No… there are no words that will cut it, are there? All there is are condolences.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteMany people don't understand pets are family.
ReplyDeleteIn our city we have a Community Grief Center that was a great comfort to me when I lost my son four years ago. They recently started a program for pet owners. A neighbor has benefited. Perhaps there is something like that in your area?
You are right. There are no words, just tears and prayers for Anya and prayers and hugs for you and the Missus. It hurts so much now, but you both will see her again.
ReplyDeleteMiss Jeanie and I are sorry for your loss. It is OK to celebrate her life with weeping and tears. It’s OK.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry. She and her sister enjoyed good, long lives with a loving family, the love working both ways.
ReplyDeleteEvery life is precious.
Might be time for that Black Cat story I sent, since you likely are not in the mood to write right now.
John Blackshoe.
Take as long as you must, Sarge. I worry about my 17-year-old kitty daily.
ReplyDeleteMy sincere condolences.
--Tennessee Budd
Condolences, Sarge...
ReplyDeleteAw, poop. Words can't convey my feelings towards this. Been there, done that, each time is as bad as every other time. Give hugs to The Missus. Take care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone. We'll get through this, but dang, it hurts right now. Almost twenty years, lots of really good memories. She and her sister will always own a piece of our hearts. We own a little of theirs as well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for all the kind thoughts, it helps. More than you know.
Sorry for the pain Sarge; but glad for all the time you had with both. They're together again with no limits or discomfort.
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God bless.
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DeleteBig Badger Hug Of Support For Both Of You. Lazarus Rottencat will take her right to her sister!
ReplyDeleteAll dogs go to heaven, all cats go where they like.
ReplyDeleteCat is different in their behavior than dog, it actively chooses his human partners - not masters.
Thats why loving cat is such a treasure.
Big hug for you!
Requiem for a Cat
ReplyDeleteBox-side vigil, her ninth life done;
still as time stopped.
Done my crying, cat-whispering,
patting life-less fur;
once her coat of mink
cute tux
beautiful nine life cat,
beside now, waiting for earth's touch-
still as a blanket unstressed
untroubled
still as the no-name box;
plans for garden burial,
life with a shovel
putting Bubette to rest;
flowers that once were her ears
trees her shade
contentment of belonging
in her chosen spot
lounge of Eden;
there forever now it seems.
My painting companion-
solitudes' purring Queen-
each of us speaks
silent bending;
offering my little-sentimental queen
an endless rest in her garden;
last line of dirt
scratching like a big cat,
her Egyptian servants and flowers
listening from earth to sun
floating upon the flooded Nile;
royal tenderness at rest
scratching that last line of dirt!
Peter Solway
😥
DeleteBeautiful ...
My heart aches for you two.
ReplyDelete🙏❤️🙏❤️
Hugs.
ReplyDeleteAnd passing the kleenx box.
Suz
I'm sorry to hear this, but you sure took care of her while you had her.
ReplyDeleteSorry to read of Anya's passing. I know the pain from all the times I've experienced it. It will get better and you will remember all of the good times. Prayers for you and the missus.
ReplyDeleteMy condolences. (BT,DT) I have had pets that I have grieved over more than people.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite cat, Mario, died a few years ago at 17 (I think he came to me at about 2 years of age). What made this one special was his previous owners accidentally ran over him in the garage and the tire caused a diaphragmatic hernia (when his abdominal organs push into his chest through his diaphragm.) They couldn't afford the surgery, paid to have him euthanized and left. I had the syringe in my hand, ready to send him out of pain when the little shit "mewed" at me. So, that afternoon I prepped him and spent two hours fixing his hernia, operating through a hole of 2X2 inches. 70-something stitches in the diaphragm later (it had exploded like a flower petal) he recovered and I took him home. He recovered miraculously (I thought) and only had a bout of hepatic lipidosis about a year later that involved me feeding him through an esophageal tube for about 3 weeks. He finally got too old and decrepit to eat and I knew it was time. He's buried in the backyard with an etched riverstone to mark his final rest. I still think of him fondly, 8 years later. I still miss him.
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