I'm still thinking about my cat.?

Question

I know he died a year ago in april. Well he got uthanized. He was older than me he lived to be 16 or 17. He had to be put down because of old age, heart porblems, kidney problems, diabetes, and arthritis. I miss him because he was a big part of my life. Even though he died a year ago I still think about him. Does anyone have any good stories to cheer me up?

I have rescued two loving cats: Whiskers, and Buddy, and have had Ashley for a long time, but I feel bad to replace Smokey my cat I miss so much!

Answer 1

you have your own good stories... 16 years of them:) are you ready for another cat? shelter cats are always looking for homes..

Answer 2

I found this page 'googling' "sprititual connection to cats". I was wondering if others experience the type of spiritual connection I feel toward my cat. I have had a total of four cats in my life, but I've never felt so connected to a cat the way I do about my big orange Rudy. It's difficult to explain and sometimes I don't even understand it. He's getting on in years, and I know that when his day comes, I will miss him terribly for a long, long time. Tears came to my eyes reading through this thread. Losing a pet can sometimes be more painful than losing a human being. I think it's perfectly natural to still miss your pet after a long period of time. He was, afterall, one of a kind. I'm sorry I don't have a funny story to cheer you up....but I do hope you feel better.

Answer 3

Aw, you poor thing. Animals are better than some humans, without a doubt. You're not replacing Smokey, and he knows that. You're opening your heart to another animal (or two!) that need love and affection, which you can clearly give them. Smokey had a long and happy life, and you can be sure that these new cats will too.

Sorry, I don't have a good story. I'm a bit useless, I think. Although, my cat just peed on one of the chapters of my (very long) dissertation, printed on nice fancy paper. That wasn't nice, but it was kind of amusing. The scamp.

Answer 4

Each person deals with grief in a different way. Some people take longer than others to reconcile a loss. Please don't feel that you are strange for still missing your cat, even though he died over a year ago. It's all right to feel that way!

I miss my Jasper, too. He died in July of 2006 and I still miss him! He was 15 years old and I rescued him from "life on the street." He was the gentlest, sweetest and best behaved cat I've ever had and he and I had a deep, almost spiritual, connection. Just last week I woke up one morning and really, really missed him.

I have since gotten another cat, a delightful, very independent fellow that I love dearly. But he isn't Jasper. He's not at all like him. But he is Jasper's gift to me.

I'm sure Jasper knew how much I missed him and how I really needed another cat in my life. One day, a few weeks after Jasper died, I decided to write down names if I should ever decide to get another cat. I "knew" I didn't want another male cat, but the first name I wrote down on the list was "Tucker" -- a male name. I chose some other names, too, both female and male, then I set the list aside.

A couple of weeks later, I felt like going to the local Petco because several local rescue groups take cats and kittens there to find adoptive homes. My idea was just to go and see what was available and not make any decisions.

But instead of going to Petco, I ended up at PetSmart. There was a rescue group there, too, with a momma cat and three 12 week old kittens.

After speaking with the rescuers, they handed me a little brown tabby male kitten to hold. I didn't want a tabby cat because Jasper had been a tabby, and I certainly didn't want a male. I put him down and picked up a little black female, then a grey and white female. Then I picked up the tabby again.

"What's this little guy's name?" I asked.

"Oh! His name is Tucker!"

Guess who came home with me? A brown tabby male kitten named Tucker!

Do you think Jasper had anything to do with that? It makes you wonder, doesn't it??

Well, I hope this story has cheered you up! And I'm glad you have other kitties at home to share your love with. They certainly aren't like the cat you lost, but I'm sure you appreciate them for their special qualities and "purr-sonalities."

Answer 5

I know how you feel. My cat died in August. She was a big part of my life. She didn't die of old age though. She died because two big boxers teamed up against her and ripped her apart. Her name was Meow. She was a Siamese. I'm still not over it but... The way I think of it is, she's out pain and she's in a better place. I miss her like heck and I cry every time I think of her but... Just say to yourself, he's in a good place and away from all of the pain he was in. Hope this helps and sorry about your cat.

Answer 6

I had a cat called Smokey, too - he was 16 when he was euthenized - that was 5 years ago - I still think about him, I loved him so much - he was my "punjabi baby", my "peckerhead" - those were his nicknames. He was amazing - not the brightest, but I could put him on a table, hold my arms out, and he would just fall off the table into my arms - he trusted me that much.
Our pets enrich our lives so much with their innocent devotion - I have such wonderful memories of our times together, me, Smokey and his mate, Jones the ginger tom. I gave them both tender farewell, lighting candles and burning incense. I now have new babies and the love continues.

Answer 7

I still think about Sadie. I had to put her down almost 2 yrs ago. I have two awesome kitties that I love very much, but I had Sadie for over 14 yrs. She didn't like anyone but me. She was my constant companion though 8 moves to different places.
I used to love it when I petted her and she purred, and we used to play fight. She's pee in my suitcase whenever it came out 'cause she knew I was leaving for a few days. She barfed on my roommate's couch when I left on business trips 'cause she missed me and blamed her. Gross, but funny.
She was healthy til the end. One day she couldn't walk and it would have been torture to put her thought the treatments and surgeries that probably wouldn't work. So I was lucky to have a kitty that loved me and head great health for so long.
The amount of time you knew this kitty affects you, it's like a brother or sister in a weird way.
You might get an attachment like that to another pet you have someday. Love the ones you have, 'cause they're your friends. Someday you'll have another "true love".

Answer 8

I have loved and lost many many pets during my lifetime. I honor each one as uniquely as I loved them. I savor my photos of them and tell funny little stories about them to my children and friends.

I have two cats now and they are dears to me. One is very smart. She just showed up on our front doorstep as a little kitten, and we took her in. About two weeks later, the owner shows up and takes her back home. We really missed that little girl. Then, a week later, she is scratching on our door to come in! She did this three times before the original owner gave up and told us to just keep her!
The other one is a precious boy cat we rescued last Xmas at the animal shelter. He was just a tiny puff of fur back then, and so far he has grown to be a huge long-haired silver tabby, gorgeous and loving and sweet! He fetches and comes when you call him, just like a dog! He's a real trip!

Hope you enjoyed my stories. Hope you find another feline friend too.

Answer 9

I miss my cats as well. I have a cat now that is 17. Hes not doing that great and I know its getting close to time for what needs to be done. I hope if I get to heaven Bob will be waiting for me.

Answer 10

I've lost a few cats, and I still think of them alot, and sometimes get sad about them.

Have you thought about getting another cat? You wouldn't be replacing your last cat, you would be honoring him by saving another kitty from a shelter. And you would be reminded of all the good times with your old cat.

Answer 11

Hmmm... Well, this true story may cheer you up.

There once was a Manx named Bunny. She lived the good life in the country, hopping about through the fields and socializing with the other cats. Luckier than most, she had a warm home and loving people to come home to. On one of her adventures, she met a handsome Tom and they decided to make kittens together. As her kittens grew, Bunny still insisted on her daily outings in spite of her condition.

But one day she wandered too far from home. And as she was trying to find her way back across a lonely country road suddenly she saw a speeding vehicle approach. She tried to get out of its' way, but her hopping gait and all her kittens slowed her down. When she awoke she was laying in the grass, broken and in excruciating pain.

Then a miracle happened. She heard the slowing of a vehicle and a kind gentleman gently lifted her into his car. He rushed her to the closest doctor who immediately began to try and save her life, and the lives of her unborn kittens. She felt the pain slide away as she drifted off to sleep...

Soon she was being cared for by a generous young lady who cares for many, many unclaimed kitties. Bunny's left foreleg was badly broken and never quite worked the same way after the accident, but she knew she was getting healthier. Only one of her kittens had survived, but she knew it was being well cared for because the kind doctor had nursed it when she couldn't do it herself.

Months passed. Other cats came and went from the cattery, and sometimes Bunny had to tell them quite emphatically to leave her alone. She was trying to get well and didn't want to be bothered with their little personality conflicts. She refused to take sides. So she sat in a confortable chair by a nice warm fire.

Then one day and man and woman came to see all the cats. Bunny was used to this by now. The people usually left with one or more of the resident cats, and shortly afterwards new cats would appear. But this woman was different. Bunny liked her. Bunny actually allowed the woman to hold her, pet her and carry her around--something she never allowed anyone to do! But the woman left with the man, empty-handed.

No more than a few days had passed when they were back. This time Bunny knew there was something very special about the people, and sure enough, the woman picked her up and snuggled her. What a wonderful feeling! This was more than the affection she got from the nice young lady caring for all the cats. This was special.

So Bunny found a forever home with the people, who dote on her, snuggle her, play with her, keep her healthy, give her treats and accomodate her disability. Now she is known as Miss Sophie Bun-Bun, which she likes just fine. And she loves her people because they treat her with kindness and respect. And they all lived happily ever after...
*cue image of Sophie being snuggled by her people in a soft spot near the fire...*

Speaking as that lucky woman, I can tell you that Miss Sophie is truly a special cat. We love her all to bits, and she has the most precious ways of showing her love for us. We really *are* a happy family!