Sigarms
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God knows how many dog pics I've posted here on this forum.
Reality is I loved this cat just as I did any dog that I had to take to the vet. First animal we got doing work for the humane socitey 15 years ago. She was an "outside cat" who had kittens when we got the call from the family who she "came across" and was looking for help (and it the meantime, we became good friends with the family who "inherited" her).
I can stil remember the dogs 14 years ago chasing her up the chimney on the first floor and me having to pull her out.
The amazing thing is a very long time ago I'd have no problem shooting a cat without even thinking. With her, actually paid a vet today to come out and do it on our property "in person" because I'm not certain if I could live with myself if I did it, added the fact, that ANY time we took her to our vet, she would have major bowel or bladder movments in the crate on the drive (driving in a car was not her thing).
This cat was one heck of a hunter... snakes, birds, chipmunks even rabits, you name it and it was by our bedroom door off the back deck waiting for us when we opened the door looking to call her name.
Last 9 years though, when it got colder at nights in the winter or when it rained hard, the reality is she lived upstairs with us and because she knew she could stay indoors, it was kind of a no brainer on her end.
My wife and I just came back from a short vacation, and with my inlaws house sitting, guess it just threw her off. She didn't eat, and it was bad (it was going down hill for the last 6 months, just progressed really fast being gone for only 4 days).
It was peaceful and although the last 5 years of her life she didn't spend a lot of time outside, she spent about 5 hours outside today in and or around the garden (where she was burried with the other pets who were cremated). I almost feel guilty because she couldn't walk really straight or fast, but I know she left the garden walking away from us trying to go into the woods because she wanted to die today outside. Hope she doesn't hold it agasint me/us when it's my time to go there.
As I told the vet, the only thing you can hope for when you die is perhaps you've left enough of your mark on other people that they will feel your loss. To me, dosen't matter if you're a two legged or 4 legged animal.
Taken 8 years ago, when she was "fat and happy" and hunted every night outside (when we were replacing the floors with Bambom, NEVER again lol).
The guy on the right is litterally about 8 years old. We found him when he was about 1/10th of that size as kitten, found while bringing back a dog from our vet.
Reality is I loved this cat just as I did any dog that I had to take to the vet. First animal we got doing work for the humane socitey 15 years ago. She was an "outside cat" who had kittens when we got the call from the family who she "came across" and was looking for help (and it the meantime, we became good friends with the family who "inherited" her).
I can stil remember the dogs 14 years ago chasing her up the chimney on the first floor and me having to pull her out.
The amazing thing is a very long time ago I'd have no problem shooting a cat without even thinking. With her, actually paid a vet today to come out and do it on our property "in person" because I'm not certain if I could live with myself if I did it, added the fact, that ANY time we took her to our vet, she would have major bowel or bladder movments in the crate on the drive (driving in a car was not her thing).
This cat was one heck of a hunter... snakes, birds, chipmunks even rabits, you name it and it was by our bedroom door off the back deck waiting for us when we opened the door looking to call her name.
Last 9 years though, when it got colder at nights in the winter or when it rained hard, the reality is she lived upstairs with us and because she knew she could stay indoors, it was kind of a no brainer on her end.
My wife and I just came back from a short vacation, and with my inlaws house sitting, guess it just threw her off. She didn't eat, and it was bad (it was going down hill for the last 6 months, just progressed really fast being gone for only 4 days).
It was peaceful and although the last 5 years of her life she didn't spend a lot of time outside, she spent about 5 hours outside today in and or around the garden (where she was burried with the other pets who were cremated). I almost feel guilty because she couldn't walk really straight or fast, but I know she left the garden walking away from us trying to go into the woods because she wanted to die today outside. Hope she doesn't hold it agasint me/us when it's my time to go there.
As I told the vet, the only thing you can hope for when you die is perhaps you've left enough of your mark on other people that they will feel your loss. To me, dosen't matter if you're a two legged or 4 legged animal.
Taken 8 years ago, when she was "fat and happy" and hunted every night outside (when we were replacing the floors with Bambom, NEVER again lol).
The guy on the right is litterally about 8 years old. We found him when he was about 1/10th of that size as kitten, found while bringing back a dog from our vet.
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