Saying goodbye sucks...

POSTED BY: BadgersHat
UPDATED: Tuesday, February 1, 2005 03:23
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CHOLLETT

Tuesday, February 1, 2005 1:15 AM

BadgersHat, my most sincere condolences (did i spell that right?)

I think i know how you feel (sorry if this has gotten uber-repetitive by now on this thread). Last May, on the 25th, at about 4 pm (funny how you remember the specifics of these sorts of things) i had to make the hard decision to put down my cat, Corky. He was suffering to the point that he almost couldn't move at all on his own, and in a way i'm glad it was the may long weekend the 3 days prior, because i got to spend more time with him instead of having to go to school. We could feel his ribs through his skin, so he had lost a lot of weight, and he was going blind as well in the last week or so. He was 19 years old, 3 and a half years older than i was, so it's not like his life was tragically cut short or anything, but it was still hard. It was the first time that i ever experienced a close personal loss, so in a way i consider myself lucky that i made it that long without losing anyone else. It's still hard, because, yes, you do miss the things that they used to do, and it's very hard to see some of their things, especially in the first few weeks. Even after that first, and hardest phase, every now and then something will come up (like this thread) that brings it all back.

Sadly, this wasn't the end of it. 4 and a half months later, on october 4th, just about 3 and a half months ago, my beloved dog, Farley, got sick from cancer and we had to put him down. Since he was a good candidate for the sweetest dog ever, we didn't want him to suffer, and chemo would have given him maybe 6 months. It was so fast. 4 days prior was the first time he showed any signs of sickness, and then he was gone. He was only 5, so this time it was too soon. It was so hard to lose my 2 best friends in the whole world within 5 months of eachother. Since then, we have gotten a new dog. She is a black lab cross, so she looks very uch like Farley, except all black (Farley had white parts), female, and smaller.
Her name is Angel.

Sorry if this has carried on a tad long, but the point i'm trying to work towards here is that, while i can't guarantee it gets easier, you do learn to live with it, and the bouts of grieving become fewer and farther between. I'm still in the iddle of this process myself, so i can't tell you how it will turn out after half a year or a year or so, but i can say that, eventually, the main grieving stops, and you begin to only remember all the good things. There will still be moments, maybe even years later, where you will miss them and break down in tears, but just remember, don't grieve for their death, celebrate the fact that they lived.

Sam will always be with you, as long as you remember him well. Don't forget him.

Once again, sorry about the length. Got carried away.

"When your miracle gets here, you just pound this button once." -Alan Tudyk, in a message to Joss with the packaged button, about the Firefly movie

CORNCOBB

Tuesday, February 1, 2005 1:41 AM

I feel for you man. My cat is fifteen and i love him to bits. I'll be devastated when he goes. Dreading it.

"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."

ASTRIANA

Tuesday, February 1, 2005 2:21 AM

*hugs her Jefe tight to her chest*

I'm so sorry, honey.

~Astriana~

...I'm still free,
You can't take the sky from me.

SOUPCATCHER

Tuesday, February 1, 2005 2:32 AM

Man, that sucks. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss.

One of my saddest memories is holding my black lab in my arms as the vet put him down. He was 12 years old and the cancer had eaten him up. It's the years of happy memories that helped me through the sad one.

INDIGO

Tuesday, February 1, 2005 3:23 AM

Our pets are our heroes, our friends, our loves.

Hardware reminded me: when our Feather passed on last year our wonderful veterinarian gave us a copy of "The Rainbow Bridge"; it's not great prose but it meant so much to us. (Yay! All good pets go to Valhalla!)

The Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;
those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again;
just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing - they miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
The bright eyes are intent;the eager body quivers.
Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face;
your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting face of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. -- Anon

Peace to you BadgersHat, peace to Sam.

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