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[31 Jul 2011|12:42am]

anodracs

X-posted to cat_lovers. I need to get this off my chest...

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my boo

[17 Oct 2010|07:33pm]

chinese_fabio

Cory 1997-2010
Miss you...

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Herbie :(

[20 Sep 2010|05:36pm]

zoobie

Herbie, my twelve (almost thirteen) year old Golden Retriever whom I've had since I was nine and he was three months, died this morning. He had pneumonia and some esophagus problem that kept his food from going down. At first they thought it was lung cancer, but a month ago the antibiotics started working. Thursday he got off the antibiotics. got very ill, and a tumor he had removed on his leg had grown a substantial amount, and today morning we had to put him down.

Herbie was my best friend. When I was young, my mother was incredibly abusive to me. Herbie would always sit with me when I sobbed and cried that I'd kill myself. When I was depressed and suicidal, he lay beside me. When a boy broke my heart, he was there. No matter what I looked like, what I'd said to him, what I'd done, he was always so happy to see me when I came home.

I'm going to miss him so much. I can't stop crying. I've never seen my father cry so much. I feel so guilty for having euthanized him. I feel like had we tried the antibiotics again that maybe he would have lived. I don't know how to go on without my protector, my best friend, my little brother, my baby ...

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My second time posting to this community.

[31 Jul 2010|09:27am]

invidia1988

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As much as I don't want to but I need the closure.

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Rest in peace, Hammy...

[31 Dec 2009|12:23am]

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Hello, everyone... My name is Jamie.

I've hit a very rough spot in my life, and today, I hit perhaps one of the roughest of all... At 18 years old, Charlie, aka "Hammy", our beloved cat, has passed on...

His health had been in steady decline, all through this year... He was brought into the vets, three months or so ago, after we noticed that one side of his face was swelling... He seemed to respond somewhat to antibiotics, at first, so we hoped.. prayed... that perhaps it was that, and not the dreaded "C-word"...

But in the end... It was... It was in both his mouth, and in a large mass, in his stomach...

The vet told us, we'd just "know" when the time was right... He'd likely become distant, and lose his appetite... He would be moving away from us, knowing it was his time to rest that final time...

However... What makes this so damn hard for me... is that time never came.

He never, ever lost that sparkle in his eye... He cuddled with us, and sought our attention, every day... He'd come into my room, late at night, when I was the only one up, and lay right behind me on my bed, as I sat here at this computer, chatting with my friends...

...He was on my bed, just last night... Just... Last night... He was right there...

But he began bleeding, heavily... so much that we had to put towels under him, wherever he went to lay down, or even sit, sometimes... We had to constantly wipe his chin... I kept joking on how it was "just like taking care of a grandparent"...

...We grew up with him. My sister and I... Hammy was about the same age as she, in fact... and in between our tears, today, she muttered something like "there's never been a day where he wasn't here, for me..!" and that just... it broke me down, all over again...

I'm in tears as I type this...

My heart feels broken...

I feel like there was so much that I wanted to tell him, still.. That I should have uttered "I love you" even more than I always did...

I wish that kiss I placed on his scruffy forehead never had to end...

I wish he was still here... But I know that's selfish of me...

he isn't hurting anymore, where he is.. and that is what is truly important...

...I'll never forget you, big guy. Thank you... Thank you... Thank you, for all of the unconditional love that you gave...

You always gave...

The only thing you ever asked for, was our company...

I love you...

This is the tribute image that I managed for him, on tegaki e... I felt like sharing... I hope that it's ok...

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I recently lost my baby

[28 Jul 2009|04:58pm]

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My little brown baby. My dachshund, Harvey ruptured a disc in his back and lost the use of his hind legs. On July 15th he had just turned 4. He was overweight, and we tried to get him to lose weight, but my grandmother kept feeding him. The vet said that even if we had gotten him to lose the weight, it would have happened eventually because of his breed.

We had put him in a kennel while traveling to go visit my mom's family in North Carolina. We came back Sunday evening and picked him and our other 4 year old, Wiley, who is a mix dog of something we have no idea, up and took them home. If someone told me that from that time till 4:00 pm on Monday that those would be my final hours with my baby boy I would've done things so differently. Maybe make him take it easier, or something. He heard the mail man come (so late in the day!) got up and his back went out. He started peeing everywhere and screaming. We rushed him to the nearest emergency vet we could find, and they told us that his surgery would have cost up to $4000 (MRI included). Money we simply did not have. Plus the pain from his recovery we didn't want him to go through.

I kissed him and stroked his fur and told me what a good dog he was. My sister read the Lord's Prayer to him, and we said a prayer for him (my sis is a relaxed Christian while myself I am more agnostic than anything) with our dad who couldn't be in the room as he went to sleep. I think it was due to the vet telling us about some of the more alarming things that could come from watching him go to sleep. But I stayed, because I so did not want him to be alone and he didn't do any of those things.

Everyone, besides my mom who has this thing against emotions, are pretty torn up about it all. We're crying (my dad sniffling and looking somber) randomly, more so myself than the others. I can't even touch the fridge without crying expecting him to come up behind me and stick his head in there hoping for some ham. I haven't been sleeping, planning to get some sleep aids to help. My boyfriend, who has been with me as long as Harvey has, is coming up to mourn with me, because he felt Harvey was his baby too.

I've never felt pain like this in my life and I so do hope that he is somewhere safe and happy and that heaven exists and that someone up there is watching over him. I'm trying to keep things together for my other dog, but she's so bummed out as well. I want to her get another buddy, but not yet, it's too soon. I am definitely pushing for pet insurance more now.

Still, I miss him so much. My baby, my son. Mommy misses you so much.

I shall post photos later. Right now, looking at them just makes me break more than I already have. A part of me died when he did.

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My Dog is Sick :[

[12 Jul 2009|04:11pm]

ihaveajetta

Hi everyone. I just found this community and really, just, need someone to talk to. My dog is 15 years old, Bernese/Springer mix, and, up until a week ago, still had a shit ton of energy. He ate really well, always ran around the dog park, didn't play with other dogs but he mostly liked to keep to himself. Then about 3 or 4 days ago, my mom gave him his Frontline for flea and tick season. Ever since, he's not eating, he had diarreah this afternoon, he has no energy to run around, and he just looks so sad.

We're taking him to the vet tomorrow in hopes that they'll be able to give him some medicine and he'll be okay again. But I know he's 15 and I know he has a good, ripe life in dog years. But a week ago, he had so much energy! He looked maybe 8 or 9, tops. Our vet is always amazed by him because he's just so energetic and happy. We've had him for 13 years this month and I don't know what I'm going to do when/if he has to go. What will happen to his beds? To his toys? His biscuits?

I don't know what I'm going to do. I just wish he could stay with me forever :[

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Shadow

[11 Jul 2009|02:54am]

leolapyre

I'm so glad I found this community. I've been really torn up about the unexpected death of my 3-year old cat, Shadow, and need to share my story with people who can understand how devastating it can be to lose a pet.

On Wednesday night, as I snuggled with my cat Cleo on the couch, I heard an unusual sound. I wondered if it was connected with Cleo's purring, but quickly realized it wasn't because it was out of sync with her breath. The noise sounded like quick, labored breathing - I wondered whether it was my mom or the murmur of some sort of electronic device (air conditioner or fan). Suddenly, I heard a sustained whine. I ran upstairs to my mom's room to find Shadow on the floor with her head tilted back, mouth wide open, and producing sounds of discomfort. My mom woke up immediately and we began to panic. I ran downstairs to get the phone book to call the animal hospital. By the time I came back, Shadow was barely moving. Her head jolted backwards one last time and she became limp. I had just witnessed a beloved family member of 3 years suffer and die right in front of me. My mom and I just stood there crying in disbelief of what had happened to our cherished companion. We both felt so helpless that there was nothing to do to save her. Shadow's death was so sudden and rapid; from the start of the labored breathing, she must have died within five minutes.

I couldn't believe what had happened. There were no apparent signs that Shadow was ill or in any pain. I did notice her scratching her ear vigorously last week and checked her for ear mites, but saw nothing. When she walked away, she tilted her head a bit. Also, when I pet her a few days ago, I was surprised that she didn't purr as usual - I didn't think much of it, though. Just a few hours before she passed away, she laid on the bed next to my mom, just as she always would.

My dad, brother and I adopted Shadow and Cleo from an animal shelter on Staten Island in June of 2006. Shadow was the runt of the litter and my brother picked her out because she was so tiny and had beautiful blue-green eyes. He named her Shadow not because of her gray fur, but because she was afraid of her own shadow. As Shadow grew up, she remained petite and slim. She was a little shy, but very sweet and loyal.

After my dad passed away two months after adopting the kittens, Shadow bonded with my mom and kept her company; she chose my mom as her "favorite" in the family. Shadow slept next to my mom almost every night and covered her in sandpaper-tongue kisses. It brought me so much comfort to know that while I was away at school, Shadow was providing love and comfort to my grief-stricken mom.

I called Shadow my little drag king because she was always sporting a soft, sleek gray tuxedo. My mother endearingly gave her the title "Mon petit chou", which translates to "My little cabbage" in French.

I feel so terrible that Shadow suffered before she died, even it if was only five minutes. It was absolutely heartbreaking and traumatic to watch her pass away. My mom no longer has her loyal companion to keep her company in this lonesome house. My heart aches for Cleo, too, because I know that she will miss her sister greatly.

We had an autopsy conducted and the vet said that she had an enlarged heart. She was born with this condition and was destined to experience complications.

Right now I feel traumatized by seeing my poor baby die right before my eyes. Has anyone else experienced this? How did you heal from it?

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R.I.P. my beloved girl

[06 Jul 2009|12:36pm]

fallenfireangel

Today, my beloved tri-color Collie, Missy went to sleep to never wake up again. She was my girl of 14 years, the first dog we got after moving to Illinois. Her name was originally Fancy, but we changed it to the simple, Missy.

She loved people and to be petted. She was an excellent guard dog when needed. She was afraid of storms and would start pacing hours before the storm would arrive. When she was younger, she'd hid under desks and tables, and always followed us around like a shadow. She loved to go for car rides and walk, but hated to be brushed. She was buddies with our Sheltie, Shelby, and they looked like twins, abit a bigger and smaller set. She liked to use her long nose to bump my arm up as a means to telling me to pet her. She was very smart and loved sitting and shaking hands to get a treat.

She got to go on one last car ride today, with the windows down so the air could rush past her face. I loved her and will miss her more than I can put into words. Goodbye, my sweet girl.

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[26 May 2009|10:45pm]

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My Poe died today. He was my baby. I've never cried so much in my life.
He was put to sleep at 11 years old. I miss him so much. I think, "Oh I should take Poe out, it's been-Oh...right."

It was unreal to know my pup was going to die. Like I would wake up and it would be years ago again and have him in my arms. I miss the soft short brown fur on his head when I kissed him. I regret every time I got angry with him, every time I've scolded him. I hate it, I feel like I he's going to start crying for me to take him out you know? Like I'll get up tomorrow and take him out, give him kisses, tell him good boy, "I love you"

I can't wait to see him again one day.

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new here...among other things

[29 Apr 2009|04:34am]

sordid_lungfish

Oh, Zelda... She was a perfect match for me.

One of the most amusing being the fact that she loved to sit in my lap when I played video games. She didn't mind at all that I'd rest my controller on her. And she was afraid of everything (except stranger cats), not the kind of cat you can just pick up. Although, when she did sit in your lap she was there to say. No matter how many nudges you gave her or if you were in the process of sitting up...she'd cling to you like it would force you to stay there. I loved her. It always amused me that I had gotten her on Friday the 13th, and that there had been a Sabrina the Teenage Witch marathon going on the TV at the time. My mom handed me a box saying it was a snake. But snakes don't meow. So I opened it and was greeted with a black kitten with orange eyes and ears like a bat.

I remember reading her books. She had to stay in my room since Mittens, my sister's cat, wasn't too keen on another being in the house. They eventually warmed up to each other...kind of. Mittens was always willing assert that she was in charge. Zelda never really needed a reminder.

Mittens was only a few years older. I'd been sitting in the back seat of the van. And when my sister showed up my mom pulled something out of her coat loosely wrapped in a scrap of wrapping paper. I'm still not sure how mom got her to not wriggle out of her grip on the drive over to pick us up. But my sister aquired a black-and-white kitten. It took a while for her to find a name.

Even my dad, whose not too fond of animals, liked them. During the days when he'd get up really earl and watch the news. My cat would often sit in his lap during this time.

I guess the thing that bothers me the most is that I didn't see her death coming. Or that of Mittens. It was only a half-hour after pushing her out of my lap to go to bed that it happened. I heard my sister yelling that the house was on fire.

The fire alarms were nowhere near the garage where it started, so by the time they actually went off the hallway to our bedrooms was already filling with black smoke. Almost everyone got out ok. The cat's didn't. Nor did my beta, Jerimiah. I still feel bad about not having the mind to grab his bowl.

The firefighters found my cat. The humane society took her body away before I knew this. I had seen one of them bring out an old quilt that looked a bit lumpy, but it didn't register as her. And now that I think about it I find it nice that she was wrapped up in that particular blanket. It was one of her favorites to curl up on. I guess I don't mind that I didn't get to bury her...she had been charred by the fire. I'd like to remember her how I last saw her. The firefighters told me that she would have been dead long before the flames got to her. Apparantly, cats can't take much smoke before they pass out and die.

My sister found her cat in the downstairs closet when they let us back in to salvage things. She was all curled up like she was sleeping. We buried her in the garden, her favorite place.

I've never seen any of my family members cry so much.(my dad and brothers did not attend. It was me and my sisters and my mom)

It's very eerie with them gone. We've both had them since we were in grade school. My sister's now a collage grad and I'm going to be a senior. Even my parents think it's quite surreal. You see a bag or something out of the corner of your eye and for an instant, we mistake it for them.

My sister has a giant stuffed lobster lay in her lap sometimes. She tells me it's a poor excuse for a cat. But she's just so used to something lying there.

It's nice to get this out. I've never really spoken at leingth about this.

We've been in a rental house since then. The fire happened three days after last Christmas. So I've had a bit of time to absorb all this. The house was considered a total loss. Rebuilding it. It will be nice to be able to put stuff on the walls and not worry about spilling on the perfectly white carpet so much. But what I know what everybody is looking forward to is being able to have cats again. My mom and sister often discuss cat names. I don't. I don't think you can name an animal unless you've actually seen it.

I still miss both of them... Just reading through these past few posts made me start crying again.

But it's getting better.

Too tired to post pictures at the moment. Nearly 5 in the morning. Maybe I'll do it later.

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lucy loo

[29 Apr 2009|01:48am]

assisted

My darling Lucy. R.I.P I had her put to sleep today. 16 years old, had her since 6 weeks old.
Unfortunately nothing could be done. She wasn't able to wash herself no more or barely eat.

She had a tumour under her tongue and it became ulcerated. Has anyone else had a cat die from a tongue tumour? Or be put down?

I feel guilty still... But she couldn't have chemo as too old. She couldn't have operation and first of all steroids were possible but she wasn't eating anymore really and they probs would of done nothing.

I know I did the right thing but I still miss everything... She was unique in colour and personality :)

I miss stupid things like her not being there when I come in. Her on my bed. Her pestering me for hamz late at night in the kitchen :(

I'm going to get a ragdoll kitten soon, but obviously need time first and money :(

I miss you Lucy. Thank you for the amazing 16 years. I should be grateful I had you that long but I'm still unhappy and empty.

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RIP Trekker

[16 Mar 2009|12:47pm]

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Hi everyone. I am new. My name is Brenda.

Saturday I lost my best friend. He was very old, and sick. 18 years old actually.

His name was Trekker, and he was a brown tabby cat.

Trekker was my best friend for 17 years. I do not make friends with people very easily.

I stayed with him, and am glad I did, because it was very peaceful and I know I made the right choice.

It doesn't make the heartache any less.

Just when I think I feel better, I cry and cry and cry, and I can not stop.

Work will not allow me any time off(I know this is normal.) so I am at work, adn numb. Everything feels like it si in a tunnel, and all I can think about is him, and my other cat at home Samwise.

Samwise realized yesterday what happened and he cried a lot.

I am pretty sure I have one friend who understands a bit how hard this is. Thsi is harder than losing any person I have known, and I don't know how I am going to get through.

Trekker was really vocal, so the house was always filled with his meows, and he would talk to me. I would ask him what kind of treat he wanted, and he would meow back.

I sang songs for him, and he would meow along with me.

I keep expecting him to be a tthe door when I get home. Sam is always faithfully there, and it helps. A lot.

So I am helping him and he is helping me.

I am not sure I am getting across things properly, but I know I am more than sad, I am completely broken inside.

I do have atherapist, and I see him next week...

Right nwo I am just trying to get through work without crying. i work in a call center, which doesn't even leave any room to go to the bathroom when I am upset. People are being rude on the phone and I am super sensitive right now, so it is hard and ends up with me in tears.

I made myself eat lunch. I made myself go to my friend's house yesterday. I made myself go to our St. patrick's gathering Saturday night.

It is only the third day he has been gone. This is incredibly hard.

I can post pictures later if anyone wants to see him.

Thank you for listening.

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I'll miss you Tommy...

[02 Mar 2009|09:36pm]

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My dog Thomas, a cross breed rescue dog, was put down today at 8yrs old... or to put it how it feels, my closest most special friend in the world has just died.
He lost the use of his back legs, something both we and the vet thought was a muscle spasm but after Tommy deterioratated it turned out it was damage to his spine and nerves, something the vet could do nothing about. He was in a lot of pain and very miserable so in the end, we did the only thing we could to put him out of his suffering. I cradled his head and stroked his face as he went to sleep and have never cried so much in my 18 years.

Even though it was the right thing it feels like a nightmare, as if he's still outside in his kennel and all this isn't real at all. But no, I'll never hug him again, never play with him again, never sit alone with him just enjoying each others company...

God, everytime I see him lying there, still and silent, I burst into tears and cling to him for what seems like hours, as if that's going to bring him back, as if when I let go he'll sit up and wag his tail and everything will be fine and we'll go and sit on the bench outside together like old times.

I want him back so much. It hurts more than I can stand.

Someone wake me up.

God, please someone wake me up.

Tommy
RIP
2001- March 2nd 2009

I miss you so much, my special little boy, I hope you're in a happier pain-free place.
Love you now and always.

Thank you for reading~

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Matt my Matty.

[30 Dec 2008|04:19am]

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My Matt... you were my rock in this world you came to me at a time when I had given up all hope for love or for keeping my heart from turning to ice. You have been there thick and thin when we lost our home seven times to having to live with your previous owners for a few days to being finally at rest. Thank you my cat for giving me the time we shared to love and learn to love again. I will never forget you as each month passes by I shall remember your day as if it were your birth. Your sister misses you terribly too just as me and mom. I will miss your kitty kisses and I'll miss your hugs whenever I was feeling down or whenever you thought I needed one. May you always be at peace and I hope we see each other again soon if not in this life then the next. I will do my hardest to make sure I am worthy of seeing you again.

Matt my rock, my friend, my cat. December 29th 2008 7:52 pm.

Love

Sandra. forever your best friend.

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[30 Nov 2008|03:14am]

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First of all, hello. Second of all, I am new to lj so I hope I don't screw anything up. On November 21st I had to put down my cat, Siren. She has been with my family since before my birth. She would have been about 20 years old this year. She had suddenly stopped eating and drinking, but she was trying too. I'm thinking she had a stroke. Until we could take her to the vet, I hand feed her water with a medicine dropper. Finally we were able to take her to the vet for the last time. It was so hard to watch her suffer. I rode with her in my lap on the way there and watched my dad take her away. Never in my life have I lived without her. Part of me is missing.

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HELLO ALL FELLOW FUR BABY PARENTS

[10 Nov 2008|08:16am]

gumbylove

I found this on the web the other day and would like to share it with all. I miss my baby so much!!!

LEND ME A PUP

I will lend to you for awhile
a puppy, God said,
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for two or three
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you
and when his job is over
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise how long that he will stay,since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.

I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labour vain
Nor hate me when I come to take my pup back again.

I fancied that I heard them say
"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief you'll run.
Will you shelter him with tenderness
Will you love him while you may
And for the happiness you'll know forever grateful stay.

But should I call him back
much sooner than you've planned
Please brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If, by your love, you've managed
my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him that you've loved,
cherish every moment with your faithful bundle,
and know he loved you too.

-Author Unknown

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Losing two loved ones within a month and a half of another...

[22 Sep 2008|07:03am]

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I had made a post back at the end of July about losing my dog Jake and how we had another with cancer.

Last month, August 29th, Scout died at home on the floor in my father's room. He had been responding well to the cancer treatments, but then... suddenly... he started throwing up something fierce. We took him to the vet's. He was there for three nights before coming home.

We thought he'd be okay. My father work me up and... the horror of it... the blood coming from his mouth and nose... him hardly breathing, hardly alive.

It was so, so painful. Writing this now is making my heart break. I miss him so much. I truly think he took a large part of my heart and soul with him and I don't think I'll ever be able to properly recover from this one. It was just too sudden. Too unexpected. I didn't even get a proper goodbye or time to spend with him.

There was such hope that he'd make it through the treatments...

I miss you so much, love.

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[15 Sep 2008|07:28pm]

racharachacha

i don't want to feel better.

i loved my little pup, so dearly and never felt like she had the life she deserved. i always wanted to move someplace with a yard and take her for more walks. we definitely got plenty of cuddle time, if i was still she was curled up on me or next to me, usually under a blanket. but now she's gone. and i'm so sad. and i feel so guilty. i wasn't there when she died, she got hit by a car when she was being babysat. i had to go away to a wedding for the weekend and extended her doggy vacation so she could hang out with my parents and play in their yard for a couple more days and so i could take a break from feeling guilty that she was inside all day.

i wish i could change the way the day unfolded. my mind just goes numb when i go over all of the events that had to happen for that car to hit her. and i get so frustrated thinking about the different choices that could have been made that would have prevented the accident.

she was only six pounds. she was so fragile and little and i get very upset thinking of her in the street alone. she died in my father's arms on the way to the vet. they brought her to me and i fully expected her to wake up when i saw her, but she didn't.

i just don't want to feel good again.

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[10 Sep 2008|12:13pm]

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JINA
APRIL 1991- JUNE 1, 2008 7:30 PM

This is my baby and my heart Jina. I miss her terribly. She was the best dog in my life and in my family's life.

I am sitting here looking at her pic when she was a puppy and remembering the first day she came into our lives. I was 17 at the time leaving my apartment to go to work and my neighbor in my building told me she had a puppy for me. Of course I was happy and against my mother's wishes I went to my neighbor's apartment and she gave me Jina. She gave me a piece of boiled chicken leg to feed her since she didnt have enough dog food for her. So I carried the chicken leg and Jina and walked back to my apartment. When I got home she looked at me with those dark brown eyes with that question, "Who are you and am I safe?" I fed her the chicken and she fell asleep on my lap. I wanted to stay home but I had to go to work so I took her the the bathroom, put newspaper in the tub and put her in. (Hey..what was I to know...I never had a dog before. lol)

When I came home my father asked me about the puppy and why was she in the bathtub. He told me that when he arrived home from work and went into the bathroom and saw this puppy in the tub he was confused. He told me that he picked her up cleaned the tub and he held her. *sniff*

That is one of the many stories that I remember about Jina.

Her last 2 weeks at home was hard. She stopped eating a week before she passed and lost so much weight. She looked like the walking dead, I just hated looking at her like that. But dispite all, she still walked around the house and paced alot, like she was waiting for something. The night before her passing I came home at midnight and when I walked in I just smelled death. I went to check on her and she wanted to go outside but she was loosing strength in her hind legs. So I put her in her harness and I helped her along. She wanted to go to the back of the house. When we arrived she just paused, looked at the sky, sniffed the air and looked at me. *sniff* It was like she knew she was leaving this earth and leaving us. I looked at her and said, "Its ok baby, we love you and we'll miss you." We went back inside, until the next day.

The next day she lost strength in her legs and kept falling down, hitting her head on the floor. I picked her up and put her in her bed and placed cardboard around her bed so she wouldn't fall out of her bed. She just didnt want to stop moving even until her end. She not once cried through it all. My parents and I stayed home all day and shared funny stories about her and our experiences with her.

Her last hour....she was gasping for air and gasping for air. We touched her head, I told her its okay baby..you can go. Just go. I said a little prayer to St. Francis to take her with him. *sniff* We left her alone for 10 min and when we came back, my father lifted her from the bed, her head flopped to the side and I screamed. She was gone....

Jina you filled our lives with your love, faithfulness, and gentility. You may have left our home but you left your pawprints in our hearts!!!

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