Death of a loved one
- 4May 8, '13 by kellycinalliSo today, I had to make the decision and put my cat down. She had hyperthyroidism and started not eating in which made her very weak. For some reason, I can't stop crying. For me to deal with the passing of a family member is easier than the passing of my cat. I had to tell family members their love one is dying and no emotion on my part. Thinking to myself, when we know its the end of life and the family can't make a decision, we automatically think they are uneducated. This was by far the biggest decision I had to make in my lifetime. The sorrow and guilt won't surpass. Why is it animals are harder to forget? Has anyone else ever felt this way?
- 4May 9, '13 by Racer15I think sometimes the fact that their lives are so short makes it harder as well. My dog is 12 years old, so she is nearing the end of her life. But she is ONLY 12! It feels incredibly unfair that animals that become family, that we love and find comfort in, are with us for such a fleeting amount of time.
- 5May 9, '13 by nursel56 GuideI'm so sorry to hear about your loss. Nobody outside ourselves can possibly know of the love and value we have for another living thing, whether it be a human or an animal, nor can we compare it to what we do or feel in our jobs as nurses. I still choke up over the cat I lost many, many years ago if I see a collar like hers, or her unique coloring. (((hugs))) kellycinalli
- 4Thank you all very much. Yes ,the animals do give us unconditional love. She was there with my breakup of my fiancÚ, to now my new family. Never thought of it that way. I watched my grandmother take her last breathe. We were inseparable and still didn't sob like I did over my cat. I'm sure it doesn't mean I loved her any less because we for sure had a special bond. I know they both will have a spot in my heart forever.
- 5May 9, '13 by GrnTeaI read this at my father's funeral. He was a dog lover. We have had kitties for forty years here, and every time we lose one it hurts. Some more than others, but we always remember them.
May you have peace...and, when you are ready, many more furfriends to share your life. There are so many out there.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....