Our cat just died. He was 10, his kidneys failed.
I never understood people who get attached to pets; now I do. He was one of the finest persons I have known, man or beast. He walked our daughters to school and picked them up again. He consoled them. He tormented the neighbor’s German Shepherd, god was that funny to watch.
He was tough, he survived a hit from a car that left him in a ditch with a crushed pelvis two years ago.
He was a fighter. A friend once asked her vet why her cat always had wounds on his ass. The vet laughed and said that was because the cat was always running away from fights. Our cat always came home with new scratches on his face.
My in-laws once found him dead in the street and buried him under the cherry tree one rainy day. Standing there crying, they turned to see him watching from 10 feet away.
They’d buried someone else’s cat.
Today we buried the right cat, under the apple tree where he always liked to sit.
Bye, Oliver.
The Cat so Tough they Buried him Twice
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Truly sorry for your loss, Mig. As usual, you wrote some wonderful words to remember him by.
Sorry to hear about your cat. The little buggers get under your skin don’t they?
Condolences, Mig. I have three kitties of my own, I know how hard it is to loose one. We will keep you guys in our prayers.
It is funny indeed how deeply pets get under our skins, and not the least bit funny how much we miss them when they are gone. You don’t even have to be a “pet person”. Sorry for your loss, Mig, I’m sure you’ll remember him well.
Very sorry, Mig :(
You were lucky to have had him for 10 years. I’ve never had a pet for that long. There’s always some dread disease or accident that takes them from me, and I tell myself I’ll not have another. Yet I do. I imagine you will as well..
*hugs*
It’s hard when they leave you–one of mine left me last year after 16 years, and one of my 15 yr. olds is working on it.
I think that the shorter lives of pets are to get us used to departures before it’s relatives and friends. People without pets cannot comprehend the relationship of unqualified acceptance that pets give.
As I was reading this, I was afraid it was headed in the Pet Cemetary direction.
Poor kitty.
hey mig, i’m so sorry about oliver. having pets is so bittersweet because (usually) we bury them long before they have the opportunity to bury us.
our tess is almost 11 and i dread the day when we say goodbye to her. but i wouldn’t have given up a single moment of her company.
take care
Mig, I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of Oliver. His life sounds like a good one, and you’re lucky to have known him.
Ooooh, Mig, I’m so sorry.
Every week I brace myself for something similar. Beauregard’s 16 now, and still lives pretty hard. (It’s been a week for vet drama. no blood. just weight loss and a sprain {?!}) I don’t know what I’ll do when he goes.
Sorry, that’s the Leonine way of offering sympathy, relating it to my own immediate experience. What I mean to offer is sympathy, not empathy.
Oliver sounds like he was a great cat. Kisses for you and the family.
What a shame. I am an absolute cat lover, so I can imagine how you must be feeling. I work at home as a translator, which can be a lonely job, and I find it great to have some furry company around, even though they lie on my dictionaries and lose their fur in my keyboard. Every once in a while I tell my two cats: You mustn’t ever die. I hope they listen…
my parents put my dog (after all, I was only ten when we got her, so even if she was the family dog, she was my dog too) to sleep last week. she got some sort of cancer which was causing tumors and she was never really comfortable. losing pets sucks. sorry to hear you’re going through the same thing.
Just rest assured that Oliver is now in kitty heaven, with little kitty wings on his back and a big saucer of cream and lots of Playboy bunnies tickling him under his chin. Yes, Playboy bunnies are universal.
I can just see Barbie Benton dangling live mice in front of his smiling face.
awww…that’s sad. I’m so sorry. I remember when my favorite cat died – I don’t think I have cried that hard ever since.
Poor little dude. Please accept my condolences. In the end, I think the joy they provide us far outweighs the sorrow of their passing.
I’m sorry, Miguel. Bye Oliver. You’ll now live on in all our hearts.
So sorry to hear of your loss Mig. My condolences to the family.