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    pete
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    On Tuesday.

     

    So I had this cat for  less then 2 years (Oct 2018), previous owners I found out from a friend of  my dads that they did not give medicine to their cats as it was against their religion, and my cat did not like other cats and was kept outside while the liked cats were kept inside, so my cat was alone I assume most of his life, don’t know his age but tests done on him they assume he’s 10-14 years old, more on the higher end. Anyway he runs away from them and goes to my dads friends place and keeps coming back, and eventually stays there but wants to be the only cat and fights the other cats, which if you knew him you would think he would have been bullied not been the bully because he was such a sweet and kind kitty and so passive and runs away. Anyway they did not wanna keep him because he does not fit what they want, so my dads friend thought he would be perfect for me.

     

    Anyway we had a great year and a half+ together, but like 2 months ago an absess on his neck burst and there was blood  and he was deterioating before my eyes, brought him to the vets and they found a large tumor inside him, over time it kept growing and they booked a surgery to remove it, but a few days before the surgery his right eye was HUGE and stayed HUGE so we  called and they cancelled the surgery (it was benign anyway but kept growing) because he had all of a sudden ALSO got a detatched retina which cost his vision of his right eye, sent tests away which all came back negative. Whatever was killing my cat was a neurological thing eating away at his weight and took his eye and eventually took away his ability to move much, his will to even wanna eat much, or drink much which leads to lack of pooping and peeing. He started hiding, we had 1 last chance to get him to eat so the vets gave us some Mirtazapine Transdermal (0.2ML syringed in his ear every day for 5 days and costs $21), was not going to fix him but to get him to eat again, which he did for those 5 days and a few days after when we had no more to give him.

     

    So he started hiding and not eating again, started whimpering/crying when I was next to him as he was reaching out like stretching, kept having to find a new spot to sleep as he wasn’t comfortable. A few days later he was put down on July 7th. For the first time since before he was sick he showed emotion when I was losing myself to this…he had the saddest face on him and worried reaching his paw out of his cage to tap my arm a few times because I was losing it and crying SO HARD, i’ve not cried this hard since the passing of my last kitty. I loved him so much! The vet told me he’s a fighter because she had to inject him 2 times with the needle for  him to get tired because he REFUSED to sleep, I told him to stop fighting, to let go of the pain and be free and I will see you again, that I loved him and that I hope he forgives me for what I am doing.

     

    The vet enters again, still bawling my eyes out and gives my cat the final injection that overdoses the animal and they die in seconds. He passed with my arm around him and my face a couple inches from his and I kissed his head with my mask on and hugged him before I left…I could not believe it. I was with him for like 10 minutes post death. I am never going to see him again unless an afterlife exists…we had such a great thing the 2 of us. He would jump off my dads bed and meet me at the hallway when I woke up, bring him to the sink and he would drink the water from the tap, he would call me from far away and because I am his slave drop whatever I was doing most of the time and go to him, he would lay down on his side and I would rub my head and face all over his side instead of pet his side, kiss his forhead several times and purrs loudly and his body trembled from it. When I fed him he wont eat unless he can rub his tail along my leg like saying “thank you”, or brush his hip on my leg and start eating, but if I just left he eventually ate on his own.

     

    It’s all over now and I am having trouble coping. I don’t cry as much as I used to but I am so depressed and would repeat for 5 minutes sometimes “I’m sorry, I hope you forgive me but your pain is over now”. It’s so hard adjusting to this now without my friend here. I know he loved me, he showed it by how we got along and I am sure he knew I loved him. I’ve now lost 1 dog and 3 cats in 14 years, that’s not normal!

     

    The first pet I had was a dog, had her 13 and a half years and she died in the basement the day we were going to put her down.

    The first cat died after 2 years with us, he died at age 4 from FIP. Poor fellow didn’t have a chance.

    The second lived until age 7, we got him at age 2 and died from really aggressive pancreatic cancer…he dropped so much weight SO QUICKLY and only weighed 2 pounds because of it…probably shoulda made him go to sleep sooner but like I said…he lost so much weight SO QUICKLY!!! Funny story the 2 of us how we met…

    The third cat we have no idea how old he really was, guessing he was 12 or so when we had him and died around 14 from something we will never know. But he was the most loveable cat I have had of the 3 and he liked looking at himself in the mirror. But I miss and love all 4 of my pets in different ways because they are all different, but it’s the same amount of love I have for them.

    #361476
    anita
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    Dear pete:

    I am so glad to read from you again, and on a new thread. I am addressing you by your screen name and not by the other name because this is a new thread, and unless you let me know that you want me to address you by a different name, I will stick with your screen name.

    I was so excited that you posted that I didn’t read your story before I typed the above. The story: you had a cat since Oct 2018,  a cat you pretty much rescued from a home where the cat was kept outside while the other cats were kept  inside, and the cat owners didnt believe in giving medicine to their cats. The cat, “a sweet and kind kitty and so passive” at times fought other cats, being the bully, unlike his usual passive nature. Finally, you got the cat and had him since Oct 2018, for more than a year and eight months.

    Two months ago, an abscess on his neck burst, and the vet found a large tumor in his body. A surgery to remove the tumor was scheduled. A few days before the surgery, the cat’s right eye became huge: a detached retina caused a loss of vision on the right eye. His health overall was deteriorating: he didn’t eat or drink hardly anything, lost weight and his ability to move much, and started hiding.

    The vet gave you a medicine for five days. The medicine, Mirtazapine Transdermal, so to increase his appetite.

    * As the name of the medicine indicates, it’s transdermal, which means it’s not to be taken in through the mouth or injected through the skin, but applied to the unbroken skin. It is a cream or an ointment, and it may be given in a time-release form, such as skin patches.  (Mirtazapine Transdermal is the first transdermal product to receive FDA approval for use in cats, happened two years ago).But you wrote that the medicine was “syringed in his ear every day for 5 days and costs $21”- I don’t understand how a transdermal medicine which is to be applied to the unbroken skin, being an ointment, was syringed to your cat…???

    Some time after you ran out of the medicine (you didn’t get more of it, if I understand correctly, because it was too expensive, about $5 per day, and it wasn’t going to fix the underlying health problems), your cat “started hiding and not eating again, started whimpering/ crying.. kept having to find a new spot to sleep and he wasn’t comfortable. A few days later he was put down July 7.

    “I was losing it and crying SO HARD. I’ve not cried this hard since the passing of my last kitty. I loved him so much!… He passed with my arm around him and my face a couple of inches from his, and I kissed his head with my mask on and hugged him before I left… I am never going to see him again unless an afterlife exists”.

    “We had such a great thing, the 2 of us. He would jump off my dad’s bed and meet me at the hallway when I woke up.. he would call me from far away.. he would lay down on his side and I would rub my head and face all over his side instead of pet his side, kiss his forehead.. When I fed him he won’t eat unless he can rub his tail along my leg like saying ‘thank you, or brush his hip on my leg and start eating”.

    “It’s all over now and I am having trouble coping.. I am so depressed and would repeat.. ‘I’m sorry, I hope you forgive me but your pain is over now’. It’s so hard adjusting to this now without my friend here… I’ve now lost 1 dg and 3 cats in 14 years, that’s not normal!”.Your dog died at 13, and your previous cat died from FIP.

    * FIP stands for Feline Infectious Peritonitis, which is a viral disease that occurs worldwide in wild and domesticated cats, caused by a coronavirus that tends to attack the cells of the intestinal wall. The symptoms are severe. (The coronavirus that causes FIP was isolated and characterized in 1970. Another coronavirus nearly identical to the FIP virus was isolated in 1981, it infects cats, but causes only a very mild diarrhea, and easy recovery follows).

    Your second cat died from pancreatic cancer. Your most recent cat, the one you just lost, “was the most loveable cat I have had of the 3… But I miss and love all 4 of my pets in different ways because they are all different, but it’s the same amount of love I have for them”.

    Pete- I am so sorry for your loss of your cat, and for the loss of all of your four pets. You mentioned how much you loved them all, and it connects with what I wrote to you in your previous thread, repeatedly: that you are a loving person. Remember that, love is within you, and that love didn’t die with the pets you loved so much. Your love is still alive.

    anita

    #361495
    pete
    Participant

    Apparently my post is awaiting moderation that I made. :/

     

    Anyway I am not the same person, started following red pill mindset and while I am not gonna end things with her I am no longer keeping in touch with her, done wasting my time and not talked to her since. You can call me pete if you wish.

     

    I miss my boy, and what gives me hope to being able to see all my cats and my dog is watching steve huff on youtube and a video called “Sam Parnia – Is Life After Death Possible?”.

    Now it’s time to get on my purpose…no more distractions. Get money, get a few kitties and doggies and work on self developement.

    #361494
    pete
    Participant

    Yeah since we stopped that thread I stopped talking to her and stopped with that dumb stuff, can’t be bothered with someone that gets a boyfriend and decides you have to do all the work now or you’re not in their life LMAO!!!! No longer sad about our old history or angry, I just forgot about her period and if she tries to reach out in a year or 2 and see how I am doing and to get together I will just tell her another time, that’s all I will say to her from now on as I don’t even want to hang ouut with her anymore. I’m no longer that person you knew back then, I started following red pill mindset and it puts things into perspective and not wasting my time around people like that anymore, I aint gonna allow some woman to steal MY energy anymore nor any woman because I hold my own power and I’m gonna try and not be like I used to, more women can be around if I choose to let them be around, but I wont cling to a woman. Also I kept going for so long I think because I kept going back to that thread, it’s retired now for good. You can call me pete if you wish.

     

    As for my cat, he will be dearly missed. What gives me a glimmer of hope of seeing all of them again is this video.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz_4FGdWVF8 and videos of huff paranormal. In a few months I will get another kitty, in the meantime I will just greave and get on my purpose with no distractions any more. Judging by how stupid people are in the world by hearing about the pandemic idiots, I may not be as dumb as I think I was. I need to get in shape and start making $$$, maybe I can easily afford a few kitties and a few doggies plus the other things I want.

    #361508
    anita
    Participant

    Dear pete:

    pete it is then. I understand, you miss your cat, all your pets. I like: “Now it’s t ime to get on my purpose.. no more distractions. Get money, get a few kitties and doggies and work on self development”- excellent, good to read this.

    anita

     

    #363089
    John
    Participant

    Hi Pete,

    Fellow animal lover here. I’m so sorry for your profound loss. I just wanted to reach out to express my condolences and to say THANK YOU for giving your cat what were undoubtedly the best 2+ years of his life. I have so much gratitude for you, and I don’t even know you. If a stranger can feel this without knowing you, I can assure you that your cat had an infinite amount of gratitude and appreciation for you; you gave him the life he always deserved.

    I relate very personally to your story. A week after moving to NY my first cat—Henry—found me on a street in Brooklyn. He was the coolest and quickly became my best friend. About six months later, I adopted a second cat to give Henry some company while I was at work, and thus we welcomed Vika into our family. Vika was—and is—a much more typical cat, but Henry charmed the hearts of people who’d say things like “I never wanted a cat, but I’d have one if he could be like Henry” after meeting him.

    We had 7 glorious years together. Then one day I came home and immediately knew something wasn’t right with Henry. I grabbed him in my arms and ran around trying to find a vet that was open since it was a holiday. I finally succeeded, and while walking there he looked up at me, rested his head on my hands, and then died in my arms.

    The rest of that day—week even—is a blur. For the next two months I had crying fits just when I thought I might finally be okay. The grief we experience—it’s a sign of how much we loved these little guys. Maybe they saved us as much as we saved them. I cry as I type this even though Henry’s death occurred about 1.5 years ago.

    In closing, I want to leave you with a sentiment from Nora McInerny, who said something to the effect of “we don’t move on from grief, we move forward with it.” (There’s a TED Talk on it that’s worth your time if you’re so inclined.)

    “We don’t move on from grief, we move forward with it.” I’ll always love and miss Henry, just as you will always love and miss your cats and dog. The pain becomes less acute over time. I’m not sure it ever fully goes away (sometimes I cry still just thinking of that one), but that love—those scars, those testaments to all the messiness and affection of the bond that binds two creatures for the short time they coexist in each other’s space while on this planet—stays with us forever, and our grief is a great, visceral testament to it.

    So sorry once again for your loss. Grieve and mourn for as long as you need and in whatever ways you need. And then take that love and honor it. There are lots of ways to do so, but doing for other animals what you did for your cat is absolutely one of them: loving them unconditionally and giving them the best lives possible during the short time they’re here (and I am certain they will return the gesture).

    Sending you lots of love and good energy from NY (and Vika says hello too!). Take care, Pete, and be well.

    🙏❤️

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