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Jen, I do hope Kid stays with you for a very very long time.
Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "jen.d" wrote in message . ca... snip I love you Kid. You're the best cat I'll ever have. I'll love you so hard as long as I have you with me here, and then I'll love you that hard when you're not. tear |
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It's been 4 years
{{{{Victor}}}}}
Quetzie will never be really gone as long as he lives on in your heart. Blessings, Ginger-lyn coming up next month on the fifth anniversary of beloved Mojo's crossing On Sat, 9 Aug 2003 15:07:15 -0500, "Victor M. Martinez" wrote: Four years ago today our beloved Quetzie left us for the Rainbow Bridge. I just read the post I wrote at the time and I'm crying like I did when I wrote it. You can read it here (TW though): http://tinyurl.com/jio4 He was such a good boy, I'm sure he enjoys looking after us from the RB. A part of him will always be with us, with me in particular. He taught me how to love like I never thought I could love somebody. Thank you Quetzie. We love you and we miss you so much. Victor M. Martinez http://www.che.utexas.edu/~martiv |
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thanks =) I'm glad someone thinks so..
-- =================== jen dehaan, calgary AB www.ejepo.com www.flash-mx.com "polonca12000" wrote in message ... Jen, I do hope Kid stays with you for a very very long time. Best wishes, -- Polonca & Soncek "jen.d" wrote in message . ca... snip I love you Kid. You're the best cat I'll ever have. I'll love you so hard as long as I have you with me here, and then I'll love you that hard when you're not. tear |
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"Victor M. Martinez" wrote in message
... Four years ago today our beloved Quetzie left us for the Rainbow Bridge. Oh, Victor, I just got round to reading your original post, and I'm so sorry. He sounded like a wonderful cat, and it's simply tragic that you had to lose him so young. My heart goes out to you, as I understand your pain. There was a gorgeous little stray tuxedo cat that used to visit my husband in his guard hut at work all the time and keep him company. Eventually we brought him home, and named him Gaspode (for the character from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, the scrappy little talking stray dog). He was so loving, and so playful; he mustn't have been more than a year old. Crowley and Greebo had gotten used to only going out in the back garden, but because Gaspode was used to living rough, he had no fear, and one day he escaped out the front door. We didn't see him for about three weeks, and thought that we'd seen the last of him. But one evening we were getting out of the car, and who should stroll up but Gaspy! We were so thrilled to see him, but discovered he had a little wound on his neck over his shoulder. I cleaned it up, and it was a small round hole. My husband said it looked like a pellet hole, but because I'd thought the same thing with one of my other cats, and x-rays showed it was only a bite, I thought maybe that was the case with Gaspode, as he certainly seemed fine. Why I didn't take him to the vet, I'll never know....then again, I do know, probably out of money worries, though now I so regret making money an issue. Anyway, I cleaned the wound with antiseptic, and it healed up fine. And he seemed fine for about a month, though a little less sociable than usual, which we just wrote off to something maybe having happened while he was away that made him a bit wary. Why it never occured to us to make the connection, I'll never know. But after he was back about a month, one night he came in, and his breathing was badly labored, and he could barely move. I had to help him to the box, and he wee'd nothing but a bit of blood. We took him to the vet the next morning, and it turns out he *had* been shot, and the pellet went through both his lungs and lodged next to his rib; his body must have tried to heal, but then got infected, because his lungs and abdomen were filled with fluid, and his bladder was filled with blood. The vet called with the bad news, and I broke down and screamed and cried, "Not our baby Gaspode, no, no, no!" I felt so guilty, he was only a baby. Anyway, she said we could operate, but it would cost thousands, and there was no guarantee he would live anyway. Still, we tried to figure out if we could be sneaky and use our other cat's insurance, as we stupidly hadn't gotten Gaspode insured yet (money worries again ), and we were desperate to try and save him. But we realized they wouldn't buy that because our other cats are both all black, and the doctor 'reassured' us that he probably wouldn't have made it anyway. Still, I just wish we had been able to exhaust every option before having to put him to sleep, as we would have done with anyone we loved. As it was, there was no way in the world we could get that kind of money, so we simply went back to the vet, told him how much we loved him, and watched him pass quietly away. We took him home and cuddled him and cried, and the next day, we buried him in the back garden on his favorite pillow with his kitty advent calendar and a piece of fur off his favorite toy (I was going to bury the whole thing with him, but my husband wanted it as a keepsake of him). Then I nailed two pieces of branch together into a little cross for him, which is still there now (he died this past December 6th). Our yard is very bare right now, but we're trying to get it cleared so we can start planting, and when we do, I'm going to plant something special on his grave, some lovely flowers with some special significance. I still want to get a special little gravestone for him, I saw some lovely ones at RainbowBridgePetMemorials.com. Anyway, I'm sorry to make you feel more sad, but I just wanted you to know I could relate very closely to what you went through with Quetzie. Our beloved pets will never be forgotten, no matter how long or short their time with us. My heart goes out to you, Victor, and I know Quetzie and Gaspode are there on the bridge, joyfully frolicking and waiting for us to join them. Warmest Wishes, Ann -- http://www.angelfire.com/ca/bewtifulfreak |
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tears It is so terrible if one doesn't have the money needed for the
operation of a beloved kitty. Hugs, -- Polonca & Soncek "bewtifulfreak" wrote in message ... Oh, Victor, I just got round to reading your original post, and I'm so sorry. He sounded like a wonderful cat, and it's simply tragic that you had to lose him so young. My heart goes out to you, as I understand your pain. snip |
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"jen.d" wrote Kid is special like this, which is why victors post made me cry. Kid is still with me, I'm so lucky, but no one knows what is wrong with her. So I don't know how long I'll be lucky enough to have her. That's why I spoil her rotten, because I have to treat every day like I might not have many more. And she's only 2. I love you Kid. You're the best cat I'll ever have. I'll love you so hard as long as I have you with me here, and then I'll love you that hard when you're not. tear I know what you mean. Though I love Nikki to bits, for me, Frank is that special cat. Though he is in quite good health, despite the hyperthyroidism, he is getting on in years, and I worry at each cough and sneeze. I can't imagine living without him. It must be so much worse with a cat like Kid, with whom no-one knows what's wrong, and you can only hope that she will be there for a long long time. {{{Jen}}} -- Marina |
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"jen.d" wrote
Kid is special like this, which is why victors post made me cry. Kid is still with me, I'm so lucky, but no one knows what is wrong with her. So I don't know how long I'll be lucky enough to have her. That's why I spoil her rotten, because I have to treat every day like I might not have many more. And she's only 2. I love you Kid. You're the best cat I'll ever have. I'll love you so hard as long as I have you with me here, and then I'll love you that hard when you're not. tear I know what you mean. Though I love Nikki to bits, for me, Frank is that special cat. Though he is in quite good health, despite the hyperthyroidism, he is getting on in years, and I worry at each cough and sneeze. I can't imagine living without him. It must be so much worse with a cat like Kid, with whom no-one knows what's wrong, and you can only hope that she will be there for a long long time. {{{Jen}}} -- Marina Thanks so much Marina. Your friendship and care has always meant so much to me. I can completely emphasize with that worry at everything: that's exactly what its like! That's exactly it! Every little change in anything is throwing me for a loop. Even though being rational ("moving to a real dry climate from humidity probably explains why she's drinking a bit more water now") doesn't work. I think it's pretty bad for all of us. Its like that saying (whatever it is) about the craziness of loving something we know lives so much shorter than a human. Hugs, Jen. |
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Oh, Victor, I just got round to reading your original post, and I'm so
sorry. He sounded like a wonderful cat, and it's simply tragic that you had to lose him so young. My heart goes out to you, as I understand your pain. There was a gorgeous little stray tuxedo cat that used to visit my husband in his guard hut at work all the time and keep him company. Eventually we brought him home, and named him Gaspode (for the character from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, the scrappy little talking stray dog). He was so loving, and so playful; he mustn't have been more than a year old. Crowley and Greebo had gotten used to only going out in the back garden, but because Gaspode was used to living rough, he had no fear, and one day he escaped out the front door. We didn't see him for about three weeks, and thought that we'd seen the last of him. But one evening we were getting out of the car, and who should stroll up but Gaspy! We were so thrilled to see him, but discovered he had a little wound on his neck over his shoulder. I cleaned it up, and it was a small round hole. My husband said it looked like a pellet hole, but because I'd thought the same thing with one of my other cats, and x-rays showed it was only a bite, I thought maybe that was the case with Gaspode, as he certainly seemed fine. Why I didn't take him to the vet, I'll never know....then again, I do know, probably out of money worries, though now I so regret making money an issue. Anyway, I cleaned the wound with antiseptic, and it healed up fine. And he seemed fine for about a month, though a little less sociable than usual, which we just wrote off to something maybe having happened while he was away that made him a bit wary. Why it never occured to us to make the connection, I'll never know. But after he was back about a month, one night he came in, and his breathing was badly labored, and he could barely move. I had to help him to the box, and he wee'd nothing but a bit of blood. We took him to the vet the next morning, and it turns out he *had* been shot, and the pellet went through both his lungs and lodged next to his rib; his body must have tried to heal, but then got infected, because his lungs and abdomen were filled with fluid, and his bladder was filled with blood. The vet called with the bad news, and I broke down and screamed and cried, "Not our baby Gaspode, no, no, no!" I felt so guilty, he was only a baby. Anyway, she said we could operate, but it would cost thousands, and there was no guarantee he would live anyway. Still, we tried to figure out if we could be sneaky and use our other cat's insurance, as we stupidly hadn't gotten Gaspode insured yet (money worries again ), and we were desperate to try and save him. But we realized they wouldn't buy that because our other cats are both all black, and the doctor 'reassured' us that he probably wouldn't have made it anyway. Still, I just wish we had been able to exhaust every option before having to put him to sleep, as we would have done with anyone we loved. As it was, there was no way in the world we could get that kind of money, so we simply went back to the vet, told him how much we loved him, and watched him pass quietly away. We took him home and cuddled him and cried, and the next day, we buried him in the back garden on his favorite pillow with his kitty advent calendar and a piece of fur off his favorite toy (I was going to bury the whole thing with him, but my husband wanted it as a keepsake of him). Then I nailed two pieces of branch together into a little cross for him, which is still there now (he died this past December 6th). Our yard is very bare right now, but we're trying to get it cleared so we can start planting, and when we do, I'm going to plant something special on his grave, some lovely flowers with some special significance. I still want to get a special little gravestone for him, I saw some lovely ones at RainbowBridgePetMemorials.com. Anyway, I'm sorry to make you feel more sad, but I just wanted you to know I could relate very closely to what you went through with Quetzie. Our beloved pets will never be forgotten, no matter how long or short their time with us. My heart goes out to you, Victor, and I know Quetzie and Gaspode are there on the bridge, joyfully frolicking and waiting for us to join them. Warmest Wishes, Ann -- http://www.angelfire.com/ca/bewtifulfreak Oh that is such a sad story -- ((((ann)))). You could never have known that happened to Gaspode... hindsight ... gosh, in hindsight I would have done a million different things in my life! It's so hard to see things though at the time, if its even possible. But it certainly sounds like you did absolutely everything you could to care for him with the resources you had. That sounds like a beautiful memorial for him. Purrs, Jen. |
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