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Pet Loss: Matters Of Love and Death

This morning, tears filled my eyes as I leaned over to distribute breakfast servings of dry food into the other three cats’ bowls, and left Fancy’s bowl empty. Sure, I feel the temptation to put that bowl away. Just like the replacement-minded crowd, all of my old programming still cycles through my consciousness. We certainly share the impulse to erase that which calls the chest to ache, the eyes to fill, and the throat to squeeze back the hurt. Whether it is by design or by our training, the tendency to push back the emotion lives in most of us. But, we are better than that. We are capable of releasing that which no longer serves us, of letting go of the past, and healing from our losses.

Let us refuse to betray ourselves by running away from emotion that we are strong enough to face.

Let us recommit to our healing, to staying with this process until we are free to move on without the weight of denial.

Right now, as I write this, tears are pouring down my cheeks. Some of them are about Fancy, and my sweet wife’s broken heart, but others are far older. Some are tears from years ago, when people and things I loved left me and I didn’t have the ability, support, courage, or whatever else to release them. It seems as if this loss, provided I am willing to stay and experience it, will carry the old tears away with it.

Every tear you never cried is waiting for you… and they are heavy.

For today, we will leave her bowl right there in the kitchen where it’s been since before the children and I moved in nearly five years ago. When we feed the other cats, our hearts will certainly ache for a while, not because the bowl is there (and not because we didn’t get a kitten) but because Fancy is gone. And that’s going to be okay.

If we want to stop hurting, we need to heal.

Until then, we will notice how her deeply obnoxious and, somehow still, terribly charming howls no longer echo in the halls. Once we have the… whatever it takes… to mop up her final round of Fancy-peed-on-her-back-paws-and-tracked-litter-box-dust-across-hardwood-floors paw prints, it will be bittersweet when they aren’t masterfully reapplied eight minutes later.

And I don’t know how long it’s going to take for Fancy’s best friend to stop rotating between watching the front door and staring out the back window at the spot where Fancy is buried… but that cat is absolutely breaking my heart. For today, I’m going to dig deep and find the courage to let it.


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5:03AM PDT on May 31, 2013

They're part of the human's life

8:42PM PDT on Mar 11, 2013

or expect. I know that. But I can't help to ask: what if I was there 5 minutes earlier? Could have it been possible to do the cardiac massage properly and make her breathe again? Should have I moved her instead of keeping her in the same position? I was afraid to provoke another crisis and worsen her state.
They say she was safe and warm, and not alone, as we were in the house with her. They say seeing your pets die is much worse than finding them asleep forever. But still, I wish I stayed in the bathroom all the time, to be with her when she was leaving, and touch her, and talk to her for the very last time, not only 10 minutes earlier. I can't go over the fact that I should have been with her in that moment. I miss you too much my sister. I only hope you knew how much we loved you. We shared many beautiful years, you slept on my bed, and delighted us with your purrs. That will never be erased. I love you, forever.
Please give me some advice to feel better. What are the strongest medicines to fight stress, anxiety, despair, and insomnia?

8:42PM PDT on Mar 11, 2013

These comments both give me strenght and make me cry. Please give me some advice to feel better. What are the strongest medicines to fight stress, anxiety, despair, and insomnia?
My beloved cat passed away last Tuesday/Wednesday, at about 4 am. Everything changed. I am devasted. I can't breathe nor sleep. Medicines do nothing. I keep thinking and crying.
What I regret the most is that she died without me on her side: she was warm in her blanket, in her wicker basket, in the bathroom, with the heater near her. I stepped in to check her every 10 minutes, she was stable and tranquil. At about 4 am, I entered the bathroom and saw her static, with her head limp, her eyes wide open and veiled. I had a sussult, kneeled down, and touched her. She didn't move, her eyes still freezed. I touched her chest and felt no beat. I put my face in front of her nose and felt no breathe. I tried to do the cardiac massage: I can't do it properly, and it was too late. First I thought (and hoped) she was in a coma, but I was simply in denial. I started crying, instantly woke up my mother, and called the vet, then rushed to the vet with the car. She only could confirm that she was gone.

8:26PM PST on Nov 11, 2012

We just lost our Catface yesterday afternoon and it feels like I've been hit by a semi truck. She was only 4 years old and it was due to a medication mix up at the vet's office. I just miss my kitty so much =/ This was a wonderful article...

8:11AM PDT on Apr 8, 2012

thanks for sharing

2:31AM PDT on Mar 27, 2012

Thank you.

5:25AM PDT on Mar 26, 2012

My mother use to say that if you live long enough we lose everything that is close to us. Still she loved everything and everyone unconditionally. She took the chances that come with loving and in the end had little but her memories. But this is true for all of us and this is why we live life......for the memories. I want my memories to be good ones when I lay my head on the pillow for the last time and so I strive to make my life a "good one" surrounded by the things I love. Now that I am growing old I dread the loss of my animal friends for I fear that I will never have another. For the first time I worry that they might out live me and not the other way around. I would never want to die and leave my pets unprotected and uncared at this stage of life I understand my mother's words and depend on the memories that I have been blessed with over the last sixty five years.

9:26PM PDT on Mar 23, 2012

Beautifully written. My condolences for your loss.

8:02AM PDT on Mar 23, 2012

Christie: My boys were 19 and 20 when they died- which meant I had them more than half of my adult life. How could I not grieve for them. I found a ferel mom with four female kittens. Two were caught and spayed but the others continued to have kittens until I could tame them and by that time I had over 20 cats in my house and yard. Animal control started picking them up since ferel feeding was illegal until several months ago and the maximum was 4 to a household. I had to board the ones until I can find a home since the county closed my house shortly berfore foreclosure preceedings began. I grieve everyday for the deceased boys, for the ones that were taken from my yard behind my back especially my One eyed black Jack and for the ones that although are safe are 250 miles away and I havent seen for 7 months now (and may never again). All kitties (or dogs) are different, individuals like children and cannot be replaced. The new cats do not take the place in my heart of the ones that are gone. They were a diversion from the empty feeling left by Blackie and Spots but NEVER
a replacement. The mourning process is normal but do not let it keep you from adopting another needy little one (or two) whom you will learn love and cherish (in about 5 minutes). And my Condolences on your loss.

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