I don't have a cat...
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
I'm sooo sorry. In the family I came from, the pets are practically children themselves and thus get about equal attention. Though I'd call myself a "dog person" more than a "cat person" my lifestyle (single bachelor... traveling, etc) doesn't allow for a dog and my cat "Piccolo" is wonderful so I truly feel your loss. Best of luck. Go get a kitten. You'd be surprised how that helps take your mind off it.
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
:( I'm so sorry David. I've lost friends and grandparents but the loss of my cat a couple of years ago was 10x worse than anything else. 21 years is a damned good innings though. cheers, Chris Maunder
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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:( I'm so sorry David. I've lost friends and grandparents but the loss of my cat a couple of years ago was 10x worse than anything else. 21 years is a damned good innings though. cheers, Chris Maunder
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
Wow, 21 years! I have never been able to keep a cat for more than two years. Just get 'em raised to a good mouseing size and the damned coyotes eat them. "Humans: The final chapter in the evolution of rats"
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
My condolences David. I know how hard it is to lose pets that mean a lot to you. Your animals seem to live long lives. They must have been happy and well cared for. The Ten Commandments For C Programmers
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Maybe it's because grandparents usually give a few years warning, and maybe because with friends there is a lot of support (and in some cases, weeks or months of warning signs), but the sudden demise of someone who lives with you and spends most of their time playing with you/annoying you/sleeping on you leaves a hole. Maybe I just like animals better than people somedays ;) cheers, Chris Maunder
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Maybe it's because grandparents usually give a few years warning, and maybe because with friends there is a lot of support (and in some cases, weeks or months of warning signs), but the sudden demise of someone who lives with you and spends most of their time playing with you/annoying you/sleeping on you leaves a hole. Maybe I just like animals better than people somedays ;) cheers, Chris Maunder
Chris Maunder wrote: but the sudden demise of someone who lives with you and spends most of their time playing with you/annoying you/sleeping on you leaves a hole Maybe I just like animals better than people somedays No your right, I think that's human nature, call it a common social norm if you would like, but I feel that most people should feel that they are missing something, because they are. Nick Parker
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
Sorry to hear that David. My condolences to you and your family. James
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
Sorry David, Our Figaro the Fourth is alive (he is young), but I can't imagine the shock for our children (and it would be hard for me too) if he passed away. BTW Pickles was older than you? And if we try to recalculate 21 years into "our" age, what will it be? Must be more than 100. Never heard about the cat of such age. Vagif Abilov MCP (Visual C++) Oslo, Norway
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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Maybe it's because grandparents usually give a few years warning, and maybe because with friends there is a lot of support (and in some cases, weeks or months of warning signs), but the sudden demise of someone who lives with you and spends most of their time playing with you/annoying you/sleeping on you leaves a hole. Maybe I just like animals better than people somedays ;) cheers, Chris Maunder
Chris Maunder wrote: Maybe I just like animals better than people somedays I remember a quotation: "The more I know people, the more I love my dog" ( Plus je connais les gens, plus j'aime mon chien ) Sacha Guitry (1885-1957) We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children. Antoine de Saint Exupéry (1900-1944)
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
I'm sorry to hear about Pickles.:rose: Our (mine really) cat died a few years ago at the old age of 19, and i thought that an old cat. Muffin's (used to be a "raga" in front of that before age started setting in) body basically stopped working in the last year or so... It was horrible to see her like that. So.... as much as it killed me (basically) to do so... i went and had he put down. One of the saddest days in my life, especially since the cat was older than me and I had known her from Day One.:(( :((
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
Sorry to hear that David :-( regards Kannan
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...anymore. It seems poor Pickles had just had too much living, and at twenty one human years of age he packed it in completely and returned his fur to the giant recycling bin known as the universe. :(( He had been steadily going blind over the past few months, and had been deaf for a few years now. This past week he has - I mean had :( - been a bit wobbly on his feet, and this afternoon he just wouldn't touch his dinner. I tried placing it in his mouth, but it just fell out again. He couldn't even lift his head. I guess we knew then that he was going very soon. I'd been checking every half hour or so and sitting with him for a few minutes, but when I went out about twenty minutes ago to see if he had eaten anything it was clear he had passed away. The poor thing is rock hard, and will now spend his last night in a cardboard box in the utility room. x| *sigh* Well that is it, the end of an era, the last of my childhood pets has gone. First Daisy, our other cat, was poisened (sp?) after walking through creosoat, then our dog Tara died at the grand old age of eighteen, and now the last, who ironically was the eldest from the start. On this note I think I will go to bed now, I don't feel much like anything else at the moment. I will have to be the one to inform my parents in the morning - not something I am looking forward to. :(( Good night Pickles. :rose:
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
David Wulff wrote: Good night Pickles. Sorry to hear that David. No more pussy tales from David Wulff for us to chuckle over anymore. Funny, but the suggestions above about getting a new cat quickly is about the last thing I would do. If my kid died I would hardly find the fastest way to get my wife pregnant so that we can get another one. Same with a beloved pet. Buying a new one seems almost a traitoreous thing to do in memory of Pickles. regards, Paul Watson Bluegrass Cape Town, South Africa The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and to be loved in return - Moulin Rouge Alison Pentland wrote: I now have an image of you in front of the mirror in the morning, wearing your knickers, socks and shoes trying to decided if they match!
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Sorry to hear about Pickles. :rose:
Mike Mullikin - People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use. Soren Kierkegaard
Thanks Mike.
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy
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I'm sooo sorry. In the family I came from, the pets are practically children themselves and thus get about equal attention. Though I'd call myself a "dog person" more than a "cat person" my lifestyle (single bachelor... traveling, etc) doesn't allow for a dog and my cat "Piccolo" is wonderful so I truly feel your loss. Best of luck. Go get a kitten. You'd be surprised how that helps take your mind off it.
Matt Philmon wrote: the family I came from, the pets are practically children themselves and thus get about equal attention. Yeah, having grown up with each of my pets literally since I was born has meant you don't merely get attached to them, but you also get used to them. A good few years back I was given a rabbit named Smokey. About a year later we moved into the city for a few years afterwards and we couldn't take poor little Smokey with us for some reason I can't remember. I didn't feel the slightest bit sad handing him over to a local who would look after him, and rarely even think about him. I suppose childhood pets are really best friends, as you've grown up playing with them from the start. Matt Philmon wrote: Piccolo What a wonderful name! Matt Philmon wrote: Go get a kitten. You'd be surprised how that helps take your mind off it. I will only be living at home for a few years maximum now, and my mother has never had a wish to keep any pets. It just wouldn't be fair I don't think. If I ever settle down, either with a family or on my own, I think I would like to get a pair of good old country cats to play with, like Pickles and Dasiy. :)
David Wulff http://www.davidwulff.co.uk
"You scratch my back and I'll piss on yours" - Scott McSquealy