Toby's story... He was mine... I miss him... I need a story. Anyone got a touching story that'll make me cry?

Question

My cat Toby was really sweet and he died when I was 8 and now I'm 10 but I miss him so much. I just want to cry and cry and cry and back then a nasty girl said to me "Oh, be quiet it was just a cat. Get over it." I have never forgiven her since.

Oh guys? Thanks for the Rainbow Bridge thing , but I've read it a million times and it makes me cry everytime. I love you all who put nice answers.

The nasty girl's mom died before this happened and so did her dog. I don't get her. She's a biotch.

The nasty girl's mom died before this happened and so did her dog. I don't get her. She's a biotch.

oops. Sorry I spammed.

Answer 1

I'm sorry about the nasty girl, but she was probably hurting very much and sometimes poeple say things they don't really mean when they are hurting in their own way. But I have a story for you a wonderful cat story. Actually I have many but this is the nicest cat story and it's true.
In the year 2000 my cat disapeared and I was very sad and I ran around the neighbourhood yelling " baby, baby, come to mom, where are you baby". I did this for a week and he never was found and I was very sad and didn't think I could feel any worse. Well I was wrong, my fiance died one week later and it was even sadder, and I was so lost without my cat and my fiance.
In the meantime my son who was 16 at the time was very sad for me and he was sad for himself, but being a very kind and considerate young man he went to his girlfriend's mother and told her "my mom just cries all the time and I don't know what to do for her. How can I help her? I think she needs a cat again, she always needs a cat." So his girlfriends mother said my youngest daughter volunteers at the cat shelter and she really loves Rupert he's been at the shelter for three years and no one will take him home." And they loooked at each other and knew right then and there that they would bring me Rupert.
Well you should have seen Rupert, he was gray with the most beutiful blue/green eyes and he had a white mark on his chest, just like a Tuxedo. But he was very dirty and sneezed boogers all the time, but they both knew I would only love him more for it and they were right. So they brought me Rupert all stinky and dirty, it was a poor shelter they did there best there but could only afford to enough for the animals as in feed them and keep them warm.
So my son and his girlfriends mother put him in my bathtub and gave him a bath, he was very scared and cried, but he was so good he didn't claw or try to escape the water, it was as if he knew this bath was good for him. I remember walking into the bathroom and looking at Rupert and he looked at me and we both saw how and sad and scared we both were. I believe that animals know when a human is afraid and sad. We looked at each other just stared, he being bathed and me just sad and crying.
Well I went back to my couch in the living room and they finished washing Rupert. Then they brought him to me all wet and still a bit stinky, but it didn't matter to me. I took him and held him like a baby and he snuggled in and looked me right in the eye AND sneezed a big booger all over me. I started to laugh and held him closer so he would stay warm because he was still wet. And there we sat just staring and snuggling both afraid and sad.
Well Rupert started looking much better but he didn't stop sneezing boogers at me so we went to the vet. The vet gave me pills that I had to put right into his throat, it took a month, but Rupert got better and I started to get better. We spent a month on the couch both of us getting better. And to everyones surprise Rupert became the beautiful cat his fur was soft and perfect and his tuxedo was perfectly in the middle of his chest.
So time went on and I had to go to another city and my son was 18 at the time and told me he wanted to move above his girlfriends' mothers gift store. Well my son fell in love with Rupert and be asked me if he could take Rupert with him and I said that yes he could, in the meantime my other son found a stray cat he was all black and he named him Lucky, he said he named him because he knew the cat would be lucky to live with us and Rupert. Well Rupert went with my younger son to his new apartment and a couple days later he came back home and said mom Rupert is sad he misses you, so I went to check on him, but Rupert was still sad. So then we knew he missed Lucky my older sons' cat so we had another family meeting and my older son decided that if it would make Rupert happier Lucky could live with him above the gift store. Now the funny part about this story is that they were both stray cats that no one wanted them and now they are happy healthy cats...and they lived above a gift store. It didn't take long before they would go to the store every morning and visit the owner who was my son's girlfriends mother. And then the young girls who worked in the store started bringing them treats, then cat pillows, well it turne out that every day when my son went to work the cats went to the gift store. Now this gift store was the beautiful store it sold everything from sweet smelling soaps to beautiflul pottery and jewelry and candles. The store is in a Tourist town and people from all over the world visit Ruper and Lucky in the store. This has been happening for seven years now and both cats are happy and loved by thousands of visitors, and my son and his girlfriend and his girlfriends mother. The neat thing about this story is that everyone says look how beautiful the cats are and ask where they came from. And when they are told that Rupert spent three long years in a cat shelter and Lucky was a stray they are so surprised. I like to think that Rupert has a little chuckle every time people pet him, he's the towns cat now and and so many people visit him and Lucky. And this my friend is a true story and a very happy cat story. I have two new cats , well older cats now more strays,.one was a give away. And my older son has the two kittens that I promised to him they were kittens from my cats to have. So we all have very happy cats. But the best to me is Rupert the cat, he is most extrordinary cat I've ever met.. I hope this story cheers you up, there are so many cats out in the world that need loving homes and one day you to will find your another new and cat and end up loving him as much as Toby. Have great days and I hope some day to read about your new cat.
I will say a little prayer for Toby.

Answer 2

I hope this helps...
I put this on a rainbow paper and send to those that have lost their pets.
It always makes me feel good about my Pooter and Sweetpea

The Rainbow Bridge
By the edge of the woods , at the foot of a hill, is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run, when their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next, is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play, till the
Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness, for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness. Their limbs are restored, their health is renewed, their bodies have healed, with strength imbued. They romp thru the grass, without even a care, until one day they start, and sniff at the air. All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back, then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack. For just at that instant, their eyes have met; together again, both person and pet. So they run to each other, these friends from long past the time of their parting is over at last . The sadness they felt while they were apart, has turned into joy once more in each heart. They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then side -by - side , they cross over……..
Together.

Author Unknown

Answer 3

Ahh... it hurts. And don't let ANYONE EVER tell you "it was just a cat."

I'm just a -little- older than you... haha, by nearly 20 years, I've lost a lot, I've lost more than I hope you ever lose, but you know who I still miss most sometimes? I miss my first dog most. Ginger. She was amazing. I was about your age. You're at an age now that you finally realize the permanence of death. It's not that you think your cat was more important than anything, he was probably your best friend, wasn't he? You talked to him, played with him nearly every day, he might have even curled up in bed with you (depending on the cat). That's a LOT to lose, sweetie, and you know what? Even after you learn that cats and dogs don't live nearly as long as we do, we STILL keep getting new ones! We just can't stop! Take your time, it does get easier to handle, or maybe it's just that as you get older, your heart gets crammed up with so many different things that old hurts like that get pushed to the back.... *shrug* I wish there was something someone could say to make everything better, and all that, but I don't know what that would be, and really, truthfully, honestly, you can't appreciate all the good in your life if you never lose anything. You'll understand one day, trust me.

Just remember, that nasty girl lost her mother, she's lost a lot, she needs to learn to handle it better, and it gives her no right to be nasty to you, but take it with a grain of salt, she doesn't know what she's talking about and might be messed up the rest of her life. ;)

Answer 4

Well i kinda had the same thing! cause my cat died when i was 9 and im 14 now! it was the sadest thing ever cause that cat was like my best friend! i know it kinda sounds dumb but it was my cat and i lost it cause someone ran him over it and i was really sad and guess what?? i still im! you can never forget someone that died even if its a human! an animal! or any other thing! cause i think u just need to forget about that nasty girl cause she probably has no idea what ur goin through! so u just hold through and every night pray for him cause i bet u he is in heaven right now and hearing everything u have to say! well hope this makes u feal better!

Answer 5

I know how you feel, I work in a vet clinic, which means that I'm there with many clients when it's time for them to let their pets move on without suffering anymore, but this summer it was time for me to let my old dog go. I told her how sorry I was that I couldn't make her young again, I kissed her, I held her paw, then I euthanized her myself. I felt her go. It is always hard to let them go, even when it is the best choice for them. But consider this other girl, how much she must hurt inside to try to hurt you like that. There is probably a very large hole in her that she cannot fill because she does not understand loss, and if you know she has lost her mom, she probably has not dealt with her own grief, and I would feel sorry for her, not hate her. She might be ignorant and stupid, but she still feels pain. So instead of hating her, just disregard the pain she causes you, because she probably doesn't know enough to recognize that you hold the same pain in your heart. She is likely trying to prove that she should hurt more for her mom, but in the end, loss is loss. Dogs and cats are more lovable than people anyway.

Answer 6

Sweetie, just ignore the idiots that expect you not to grieve when you lose an animal. Your cat was a special member of your family and losing that is very painful! I have owned many animals in my life and everyone that has left this earth is still in my heart and thoughts and always will be! Recently - well not so recent but feels that way, it's been almost 4 years now - we lost our cat Tagg. He was such a special cat. So loving and funny and everyone who knew him adored him. We only got a short 3 years with him before he was stricken with a massive cancer tumor in his lung. We didn't know because he never did show signs of it. One night he began coughing and wouldn't stop. At first we figured a hairball and just watched him to make sure he didn't get into trouble. But it didn't stop. He started vomiting orange frothy stuff and became very listless and weak. He couldn't walk, did nothing but wheeze when trying to breathe, and couldn't lift his head. This all happened within a matter of 3 hours. I didn't have a car at home because my husband was working so I just sat with him on my lap and cried until my husband could get home. We rushed him to the vet where we found out there was nothing they could do. The tumor was too massive and he had ounctured his lung coughing so hard, He was literally drowning in his own fluids and blood. We had to make the extremely hard decision to allow him to go peacefully and stop his agony since nothing could be done. I wanted to be with him as his left my life the same as I watched him come into it but when it came down to it, I didn't have the strength to watch him die. I said my goodbyes through massively swollen and soaked eyes, hyperventilated crying so hard, and told him how much I loved him. The entire nursing staff was in tears watching us. We then left him in the caring and gentle hands of our vet who allowed him to go in peace. I still think about Tagg daily and miss him so much. It's left a void nothing will ever fill. But I also feel lucky to have had him touch my life. Allow yourself to grieve hun, it's the only way you will truly heal. Many hugs, it's so hard losing our loved ones!!

Answer 7

Toby is in your heart and you will see him again when its time for you to go to the Rainbow Bridge and to heaven.

When I was 9, my cat Signal died. I cried and cried... in fact, I cried myself to sleep. My cousin Cathy lauged and my mom said to me gently: "It was only a cat." So, I do understand what you are feeling. Unfortunately, there are many people in the world who do not understand people like us... Don't take it too hard - what people say about you crying for your friend. Its like having a secret you share with some people which some people just couldn't "get." They are not equipped with the necessary sensibility to connect with animals. To them, an animal is an animal. To us, they are much more than that.

Here's a wbsite that may comfort you, sweetie. Type in "Rainbowbridge.com" ... its really wonderful.

Answer 8

I know how you feel. cats are part of my famiy I have 10, when I was 10 there was a group of feral cats in m neighborhood and one of them looked just like my cat who had died that past summer, he was a long haired black and white and this cat was a long hiared white and orange but with orange where the other cat had black, I caught him and name him pepper, it took aboutr 3 months to tame him and now he's one of the sweetest of my cats, he sits on my lap, letsm e groom him, hold him, kiss him, the only time you know he was feral is if you try and get him a carrier he goes bolistic and can paw till his pads bleed =( but he's really sweet, I loveh im to death

Answer 9

Its ok to be sad about it. I just had 2 rats and a rabbit die an the past 3 weeks and i'm still crying!