On pet deaths

[punkwalrus]

Ahfu is still under watch as I write this, but I could help thinking about his face, twisted in resigned pain, as I kissed him goodbye this morning. His legs were trembling and he gasped when he moved. I hoped they'd either fix what's wrong with him, or let him go.

It reminds me of three years ago. We found Artoo sick right after Katsucon on

Comments

I am hoping good things.

[wolfdancer]

Hugs. I know how scary it is. How sad to have a pet in pain. They can not tell us what is wrong.
Hugs and comfort.
I hope that things get better soon for both of you. I hope that you are able to make it to Balticon.

[ravynmaniac]

There is nothing pathetic about keeping your pet's ashes. i have Nemo's ashes and she died six years ago. i don't think you ever had the pleasure of meeting her, and that makes me sad cause she really loved people. So just stop that.

Some people don't understand the connection that others have with animals, and i'm sorry for those people. We've had parrots that have been wonderful companions. Nemo was my child, and i still miss her.

i hope that Ahfu pulls through, my thoughts are with you. **hugs**

[aynne_witch]

were some people never understand - some of us do - these animals are part of our families, not a possession. It's not like the picture tube went on your tv or something (though some people see it that way)

I remember all my pets animal companions - they are family - they are part of our lives for years - they have feelings, they are intelligent, they know when we are upset or happy

[dreamtigress]

::hugs:: Some pets just click with you, and stay with you long after they are gone. I still have Zimba's pictures in frames all over, and her memorial box with some ashes sits just under my alter by my bedside. I have switched one picture out to one of Athena, but well, her slobbery face is up close and personal on a regular basis.

[evilpassion8]

We treasure Nazareth's ashes. They are inside a beautiful cherrywood container, inside a white cardboard box, on my shelf. I have never had the courage to open the carboard box, wouldn't be able to handle it. That box sat in my car in a bag for weeks, I couldn't even face bringing her into the house because the loss would be too great. I am crying even as I write this. After about 2 days of no toenails on the floor, we couldnt' take it any longer, and Basker stopped being a pound puppy and became a couch pooch. When his time comes, it will be more that we can bear. Our thoughts are with you.