| Memorial for Beems |
[Jun. 23rd, 2009|12:05 pm] |
Thanks to everyone for their sympathy, and in particular for understanding how we feel.
I've been through times like this before, and the response "It was just a cat..." even from my own dear Mum (just once) can provoke an unfortunate reaction. A small life that's been part of ours for 24/7/365/several years is never "just" anything.
Squeak and Goodman are our eldest cats, and it's now we really want the magic thirty seconds when they understand what you're saying. You know what I mean: "It's all right, we'll be back tomorrow;" or "these people will take care of you for a while, and then we'll all go home again," or "this will hurt, but you'll feel better soon..."
Or, right now, "She's gone away for ever, please stop looking..." |
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*massive hugs to both of you*
*loads of scritches to Squeak and Goodman*
No cat is ever just a cat.
Deepest sympathies to all.
That's a very beautiful grave. Having lost 2 cats in the last 8 months, I know how you feel. We're just down to Recall now, a cat who looks at us with very wise shaman eyes. It's always hard to loose a part of your family, whether they walk on 2 feet or 4 paws. Love the kitties you do have in your life and enjoy the moments you have while you have them.
Love and cuddles to Squeak and Goodman.
Here's wishing for happier times ahead. I think you guys have had more than your share of unpleasantness these past couple of years.
They do understand, you know. It's just that we're too thick to understand *them*.
It's never easy to lose one of your family, and some are harder to deal with than others. We're all very sorry for your loss, and I'm sure that Beemer's very pleased with her memorial. It's a very fine and fitting memorial for a fine lady such as herself.
Edited at 2009-06-23 04:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, the looking. So hard to watch. *so much sympathy*.
That's a nice memorial.
Have another Zen Hug.
Our lot reckon that's a lovely memorial site.
Our first household kittens were Marco and Delia, siblings from a neighbor's unexpected litter. When Delia passed away, even having seen her die (and seen her body afterward, and known that might've smelled like his sister but she wasn't there), Marco got tired of waiting for us humans to produce her from wherever she'd gone, and went on a search of all their favorite exploration and napping places. When that failed, he demanded that I follow him on the search, and yelled at me every time a location failed to provide results.
At the sixth or seventh spot, he kept staring at my face for several minutes. As I sat down on the floor next to him, I realized he was watching me cry. He shook himself once, stuffed his head into one more "secret lair", then came and crawled into my arms and did some crying of his own.
We have two other household cats now, one almost his age and one a lot younger; and there are also a pair of dogs, Marco's age. I don't know what I'm going to do when either a dog or Marco passes on: he's the only one who has ever understood what "crying human" means beyond "gee, something's wrong; you should pet me." He can't exactly explain it to the younger set, even if it occurred to him to try.
...yeah...I hear you, Peter.
They understand. They just don't have to like or accept it.
That is a very fitting memorial fora beautiful cat.
No furkid is ever "just a cat".
That's a lovely grave site.
I opted for cremation for my last two cats, Basil and Baldric, and dog Teekam. The Village would not be amused with pet burials.
So I have a memorial to lost pets in one corner of the house. On it are their photos and ashes (in urns). The original Dupa T. Parrot was buried in the backyard of my former house.
No pet is ever "just" a pet - they are loved and love in return. There's no "just a pet" about that.
We lost a kitten when one of our toms bit it in the neck - and though we rushed it to the vet, there was no saving it. We came home to find its mama waiting in the middle of the kitchen floor, expecting everything to be all right - and for three days, watching her look and call for the missing kitten broke all of our hearts. Mercifully, she has one kitten left, who is fast growing up to be as sweet a creature as her mama.
Such a lovely memorial. I'm sure that Ms. Beemer is keeping watch over you and Ms. Diane, as she always has.
All my sympathy for your loss.
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