Things do get better. I am Bipolar and Borderline Personality. I am very familiar with depression. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I know that light is hard to see some times but it is there. I hope you feel better soon.
I had two Golden Retrievers and a black and white tuxedo kitty at one time. My pets are my children. I was a paramedic, I am retired now, but at the time I was active. They always knew when I would have a bad day. They would rally around me. They have since passed away but there is not a day that goes by that I don't miss them.
I had a cat who was abandoned while she was pregnant. She brought her kittens to me one by one. I took them all home with me. I lived at home with my parents and I was in my twenties. So when I arrived home with a cat and three babies my parents are like oh no. My father said I had to keep them in my room which I did. When the babies were all old enough I gave them away to good homes and I kept Mama cat. I named her Mittens, she was a black and white tuxedo girl. She was grateful every single day that I had her that I rescued her. She moved with me when I moved out and she was a stunning girl until she passed away.
Our time with our furry children is so brief. They touch our lives in ways we cannot imagine. They creep into our hearts and souls. I understand the loss you feel. I wrote a poem called MEMORIES for my beloved cat Mittens. It is in my portfolio if you would like to read it.
I liked your poem. A little longer than I am use to reading but I really liked it. Our companions do wait for us to cross over into the great beyond. They want to be with us always. I am very sorry about your loss of Charlie. I know what that loss feels like since I have lost companions too. They touch our hearts and souls and we are never right after they leave us.
I really liked this poem, this ode. I smiled at the end. You are right. Who is really the pet? I know cats think we are their servants, LOL. One of my best friends was my cat Mittens, she was my soul sister, and I catered to her every need. She was abandoned while she was pregnant, I don't know how anyone could do this to an animal, but Mittens brought her kittens to me. When the kittens were old enough I gave them to good homes and I kept Mittens. Mittens brought so much joy to my life but she passed away five years ago and I went into a depression. What was I going to do without her? I know she is with Bastet, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, and I know she is waiting for me so we can be together again.
Oh my Goddess. That was the saddest letter/story I have ever read. I am so sorry for your loss. I too had a dog get hit by a car. Her name was Honey and she was my first Golden Retriever. It too happened in front of me and I was barely fifteen years old. As you know the pain will fade away but their memory will last forever.
Kitty will never forget you. They never forget us or so I believe. I lost my Mittens five years ago and I know she is still there. I have profetic dreams and I have dreamed of her many times where Mittens tells me she loves me and that she is there. Mittens always comes to me in my dreams when I am going through a difficult time. She reassures me, she purrs, and she talks to me. Bastet, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, blesses cats and makes them special.
Your little story had me near tears. I lost my Mittens five years ago and I still find myself missing her terribly. I miss her purrs. I just miss my little soul sister. I know you understand. I wrote a poem about her called MEMORIES, it is in my portfolio if you would like to read it.
I found your poem to be confusing at first and then I found it to be sweet. I had a pair of Golden Retriever's that had seven beautiful puppies. What made it so funny was my Mother took Sophie to the vet to have an ultrasound done. I was shocked. Now these were my dogs but my mother was determined to find out how many babies she was having. Enjoy your little bundles of joy.
LOL. Your poem was hysterical. I hope you don't mind, I sent it to my mother to read. We had a Blue Point Siamese cat when I was growing up and his name was Bill. My aunt sent me a letter and she included catnip. Well my mother left the letter for me on the stairs not knowing what it contained and she went to work. By the time I got home from school Bill was laying in the foyer looking very stoned. When I entered the house he began racing around and bouncing off the walls. It took him three days to recover from all the catnip he ate.
Your poem was cute. Kittens always are a flash of play and fur. I have loved all my cats dearly and my dogs too. But my cats were always unique. Enjoy your Frosty.
I liked your poem. My favorite time was before my babies (the four legged type) woke up. They would wake slowly and just stare at me, LOL. Mittens was always the one who became most vocal first. She would want her breakfast and would meow at me until I gave it to her.
Your story was so sad, I was in tears. How can anyone abandon a pet? I think that is so cruel. My cat was abandoned while she was pregnant. I adopted her. I gave her babies away and kept her. She was the best cat I ever had.
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