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After reading yet another thread about one of the poster's here losing a pet (RIP Chance), I thought we should have a thread where we can all post pictures and any thoughts of pets we have lost. I think it should just be for pets lost while you were an active member here.
It's amazing how much animals can touch our lives, and for many of us, they are closer than people. I am certainly no exception. I have lost three of them while here. Hopefully this thread helps just a little as we have a place to share with others the special animals that made us happy. So post your gone but never forgotten pets in this thread so we can all honor them.
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I will start:
Margaret:
This young lady was given to us when the owner moved. She was the dumbest animal I have ever owned, but she had the sweetest heart. It was so hard to get mad at her because she would just look at you and you would melt. We only had her for a short time when she died (we suspect bloat) right after we left for vacation. She was just 1.5 years old.
Petey:
Petey was very special to me. I worked at the Humane Society years ago and on my first day she reached out of her cage and scratched the shit out of me. I said "I am gonna own you for that one day!"
She was there for a long time and we even tried to give her away for free. However, anyone who spent 2 minutes with her came running out of the room talking about how mean she was. Well, no cat can stay there forever, and her condition started to deteriorate from being in a small cage so long. One of my co-workers called me on my off day and told me they were going to put her down.
Being a man of my word I went down there and picked her up. She was mean as hell for two weeks or so, but she started to come around slowly and ultimately became an incredible and sweet cat. It just took trust as she had been abused and kicked in the face (causing blindness in one eye) by her previous owner. My favorite thing ever was when I would lay in the bed on my stomach and she would lay on my back and purr in my ear.
I had Petey for 12 years before she passed at an estimated 18 years old from Hyperthyroidism. It was terrible to see he deteriorate over the past year, and in her final hour I was able to lay next to her and let her know I loved her and it was ok for her to go.
Dakota:
Dakota was the perfect dog. He was another dog I rescued from my work on his death day (just a week before Petey). He came in and everyone was terrified of him as he looked like he wanted to kill someone. I have no fear of dogs though and something about this guy spoke to me. I would go into his cage every day 20 minutes before my shift and just talk to him, but never looking as I didnt want him to see me as a thread. He would bark, snarl and act very threatening, but never did go after me. Every day for a week we did this and he kept getting a little closer.
Finally one day his big ass just plopped in my lap and it was like at that moment we became linked forever. I would take him out and try to socialize him, but he never wanted anything to do with anyone else. He was attached to my hip. He would always walk so close to me that we were touching.
Unfortunately that made him not adoptable and I was given the choice to take him or let him be put down. Obviously I couldn't let that happen. He became the best dog ever until his passing at Christmas of 2016. I think I may have yelled at him twice in all the years I owned him.
He also was very important to me because we went through a lot of stuff together. And he was always there to give comfort to my wife or myself during very hard times. It's just hard to say how much he meant to me.
He had stones in his urethra that required surgery about six years ago and they came back. Unfortunately it came at a time when I got a staph infection that nearly killed me. Before I went into surgery, I had to go to the vet where he had been for the unsuccessful second surgery. I was able to be there during the difficult process of his euthanasia, and tell him how much he had meant to me and just be with him in his final moments, and for me that was very important.
However, I was not able to be there with him much over the final days as I could barely get out of bed, and I live with that regret. However, my wife who is very spiritual believes that animals at times give their lives for their owners, and he was doing that for me.
He was approximately 16
It's amazing how much animals can touch our lives, and for many of us, they are closer than people. I am certainly no exception. I have lost three of them while here. Hopefully this thread helps just a little as we have a place to share with others the special animals that made us happy. So post your gone but never forgotten pets in this thread so we can all honor them.
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I will start:
Margaret:
This young lady was given to us when the owner moved. She was the dumbest animal I have ever owned, but she had the sweetest heart. It was so hard to get mad at her because she would just look at you and you would melt. We only had her for a short time when she died (we suspect bloat) right after we left for vacation. She was just 1.5 years old.
Petey:
Petey was very special to me. I worked at the Humane Society years ago and on my first day she reached out of her cage and scratched the shit out of me. I said "I am gonna own you for that one day!"
She was there for a long time and we even tried to give her away for free. However, anyone who spent 2 minutes with her came running out of the room talking about how mean she was. Well, no cat can stay there forever, and her condition started to deteriorate from being in a small cage so long. One of my co-workers called me on my off day and told me they were going to put her down.
Being a man of my word I went down there and picked her up. She was mean as hell for two weeks or so, but she started to come around slowly and ultimately became an incredible and sweet cat. It just took trust as she had been abused and kicked in the face (causing blindness in one eye) by her previous owner. My favorite thing ever was when I would lay in the bed on my stomach and she would lay on my back and purr in my ear.
I had Petey for 12 years before she passed at an estimated 18 years old from Hyperthyroidism. It was terrible to see he deteriorate over the past year, and in her final hour I was able to lay next to her and let her know I loved her and it was ok for her to go.
Dakota:
Dakota was the perfect dog. He was another dog I rescued from my work on his death day (just a week before Petey). He came in and everyone was terrified of him as he looked like he wanted to kill someone. I have no fear of dogs though and something about this guy spoke to me. I would go into his cage every day 20 minutes before my shift and just talk to him, but never looking as I didnt want him to see me as a thread. He would bark, snarl and act very threatening, but never did go after me. Every day for a week we did this and he kept getting a little closer.
Finally one day his big ass just plopped in my lap and it was like at that moment we became linked forever. I would take him out and try to socialize him, but he never wanted anything to do with anyone else. He was attached to my hip. He would always walk so close to me that we were touching.
Unfortunately that made him not adoptable and I was given the choice to take him or let him be put down. Obviously I couldn't let that happen. He became the best dog ever until his passing at Christmas of 2016. I think I may have yelled at him twice in all the years I owned him.
He also was very important to me because we went through a lot of stuff together. And he was always there to give comfort to my wife or myself during very hard times. It's just hard to say how much he meant to me.
He had stones in his urethra that required surgery about six years ago and they came back. Unfortunately it came at a time when I got a staph infection that nearly killed me. Before I went into surgery, I had to go to the vet where he had been for the unsuccessful second surgery. I was able to be there during the difficult process of his euthanasia, and tell him how much he had meant to me and just be with him in his final moments, and for me that was very important.
However, I was not able to be there with him much over the final days as I could barely get out of bed, and I live with that regret. However, my wife who is very spiritual believes that animals at times give their lives for their owners, and he was doing that for me.
He was approximately 16
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