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[apocalypsos]

I just called my mom, and they had to put my dad's cat Rudy (the one who's just a kitten in this icon) to sleep on Saturday.

Poor baby. He was really sick, though. But he was fourteen and a half, so he had a good run. *raises a toast*

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[jtersesk.livejournal.com]

*sniffle* That's so sad. I'm sorry. :(

[elecktrik.livejournal.com]

my aunt's cat, kentucky, was just put to sleep on friday. he was like 17 or some crazy shit.

sad :(

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Well, it goes to show the way my family is, because my dad apparently came downstairs yesterday morning and announced that if my mom wanted a new kitten for Mother's Day, he'd buy one for her. So my mom being my mom, she went down and bought a New Jersey newspaper, and she's getting him in two weeks.

My dad, of course, has first dibs with a name. My mom is trying to get RJ (for Rudy Jr.), but because it's my dad, it'll probably end up being Limley Gilbert or something equally goofy. My dad said they had to have seven cats, 'cause it's their lucky number.

Rudy was in pain for a while, though, so at least he's not anymore. So now he's buried out by our gazebo next to my cat Oliver and my brother's cat Logan. I hope they never have to dig up back there.

[spyderqueen.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm so sorry. Losing companions can be incredibly painful.

[snellios.livejournal.com]

:

[ampersand.livejournal.com]

*quiet moment*

[seferin.livejournal.com]

http://www.raskys.com/catpoetry.html

This Old Cat


I'm getting on in years
My coat is turning grey
My eyes have lost their luster
My hearing's just okay

I spend my whole day dreaming of conquests in my past
Lying near a sunny window, waiting for its warm repast

I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free
Hoping you would take me in and keep me company

I wasn't young or handsome, two years I'd roamed the street
There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet

I could sense your disappointment as I left my prison cage
Oh , I hoped you would accept me and look beyond my age

You took me out of pity
I accepted without shame
Then you grew to love me and I admit the same

I have shared with you your laughter
You have wet my fur with tears
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years

Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away
And know I'll think about you throughout your busy day

The time we've left together is a treasured time at that
My heart is yours forever
I promise . . .This Old Cat


CopyRight © 1998-2004
KC (Sievert) Bingamon
Used With Permission
All Rights Reserved

http://www.catsbackalley.com/poetry/

I know my cat's an angel
For she watches over me.
Slyly, when her eyes seem shut;
At night, when I can't see.

I know my cat's an angel
For her ears protect my sleep.
A creak, a squeak, a footfall;
At any noise she'll leap.

I know my cat's an angel
For she curls up at my side;
A warning to intruders
That it's best to run and hide.

I know my cat's an angel
For although she hasn't wings
I'm safe and warm beside her,
Wrapped in all the love she brings.

-- Nancy Joseph

On a night quite un-enchanting, when the rain was downward slanting, I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for. Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven, Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door. "Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor, "There is nothing I like more" Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.

While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor; For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor - Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered, In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents' worth - "Nevermore."

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up, Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore. Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore - Only this and not much more.

"Oooo!" my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out! Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before; How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty Put an end to that damned ditty" - then I heard him start to snore. Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor, Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

from Henry Beard's,
POETRY FOR CATS

[dragonsinger.livejournal.com]

(((HUGS))) My condolences.

[jennimarie.livejournal.com]

I know you don't know me but ::hugs::. My kitty is 15 and has cancer so I know what you're going through. Its very hard to lose a pet. ::clinks glass in toast to Rudy::

aww

[chang-o.livejournal.com]

I'm very sorry to hear about the kitty. It is sad to lose an old friend.

[muffytaj.livejournal.com]

The icon says it all