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biancardi · ‎03-10-2010

what beautiful cats you all have!! I love reading the stories...just so wonderful

thank you all for sharing the loves of your life

If you can't fix what's broken, you'll go insane ~ Max
Look, I don’t like the taste of broccoli, but it doesn’t get tastier if you call it “Broccoli!”!
You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling. ~ Eames

RainCityGirl · ‎12-16-2012

Kittymom, my neighbor next door has a cat with kidney disease. They are controlling it with a special diet and so far, so good. My dad lost his big tuxedo boy, Freddie, to kidney failure. He and my mom were devastated. They lined a Coleman cooler with a pink velour blanket and buried him in his favorite sunny garden spot. My mom planted lilies over his grave. At the time, they didn't have the option of a private cremation. Guess where I get MY attachment to animals? The leaf doesn't fall very far from the tree. When Sophie was in her last days, I stayed up sometimes all night with her, just talking to her, gently petting her, holding her paw. I told her how much she had meant to me and I talked about all the funny things she did, how much I loved her. I know she was listening and I know she knew what I was saying. Be sure to tell your Baby everything you are feeling. She will understand.

kittymomNC · ‎08-09-2012

On 5/7/2014 RainCityGirl said:
Kittymom, my neighbor next door has a cat with kidney disease. They are controlling it with a special diet and so far, so good. My dad lost his big tuxedo boy, Freddie, to kidney failure. He and my mom were devastated. They lined a Coleman cooler with a pink velour blanket and buried him in his favorite sunny garden spot. My mom planted lilies over his grave. At the time, they didn't have the option of a private cremation. Guess where I get MY attachment to animals? The leaf doesn't fall very far from the tree. When Sophie was in her last days, I stayed up sometimes all night with her, just talking to her, gently petting her, holding her paw. I told her how much she had meant to me and I talked about all the funny things she did, how much I loved her. I know she was listening and I know she knew what I was saying. Be sure to tell your Baby everything you are feeling. She will understand.

Thank you so much....for many years, she didn't sleep in my bed with me, but it was so strange that after she was diagnosed, she started coming in and getting under the covers and sleeping up against me. I treasure every one of those nights. Now she doesn't want to come in my room, so I sleep on the couch with her for most of the night, and then (my couch is comfortable but it does cause my back to hurt after a few hours-especially if I'm squashed up because my fat and sassy kitty, Missie, has decided to join us) I go and get in my bed for a few hours. I just don't want to be away from her if I don't have to. I know people prefer different things and feel differently about animals, but I have loved having mine on my bed, or in it, in Baby Cat's case. At one time I had a little miniature white poodle, a black girl cat, a black boy cat, and Baby Cat, all on the bed with me...and it was wonderful! ${#emotions_dlg.wub}$ ${#emotions_dlg.wub}$ ${#emotions_dlg.wub}$ ${#emotions_dlg.wub}$