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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:
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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:
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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. :)
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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
Chris Maunder wrote: I'm so sorry David Thank you Chris. Chris Maunder wrote: 21 years is a damned good innings though Yeah I know! Even a few years ago people would think he was about ten years old, and when we said Pickles was as old as Lisa (my immeadiate elder sister) they could not believe it! He was a farm cat, and had always lived in the country for the first 15 years of his life, so I guess all that fresh air and all those shrews must have kept him in very good health!
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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"
Reverend Stan wrote: Just get 'em raised to a good mouseing size and the damned coyotes eat them. ROFL! Thanks for that Stan. :-D
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Good night Pickles. :rose: may there be rodents and lovely ladycats and warm and sunny places and no dogs where you are now.
Thanks. peterchen wrote: may there be rodents and lovely ladycats and warm and sunny places and no dogs where you are now Pickles was never one to be afraid of dogs! When Tara was still with us they would share the same bed and Pickles would creep onto her while she was slepping and curl up in between her legs. It was so sweet! Now don't laugh, but Pickles being the intuative cat that he was would often position himself so that his bottom - and I mean his bare bottom (so tail up) - was pressed against Tara's nose (she was a Golden Retreiver, so was of a fair old size). We used to say that it was to keep himself warm, but I think that underneath he may have been teasing poor old Tara. You see, as anyone who has kept a pet will know, they break wind from time to time. Also, as anyone who has experienced it will tell you, cat farts are particularly vicious. You guessed it - every once in a while Tara would suddenly shoot up with a very bemused look on her face taking deep gasps of air! Poor old Tara! :laugh:
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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
Rick York wrote: Your animals seem to live long lives. They must have been happy and well cared for. Well we have always lived in rural areas, and indeed lived in the deep countryside for a good few years in the late eighties, and Pickles was a farm cat, so I guess the combination of plenty of space to run around in (and no doubt plenty of people to feed him :)) helped him live for so long. Back when we owned a large village pub - with thatched roofs - he would climb up onto the bank at the back of the restaurant, walk along the top of the fire escape wall - which was a good 30 metres long - to the side of the building, then leap up onto the roof and stretch out for entire afternoons! Getting down wasn't so much of a challenge though, and as soon as you walked out of the kitchens with a tray of cat food he would be down on the ground and running towards you in seconds! Rick York wrote: I know how hard it is to lose pets that mean a lot to you. Thanks Rick. It is the personality that will get me most, like not having him wander into my bedroom and try to hop onto my lap (remember the poor fellow was blind and deaf at the end). How he manged to navigate so well was beyond me, but it was funny watching him overshoot the hallway and walk into the door to the back lounge - poor little fellow! The look on his face! "What! Who put that there!" :laugh: It will certainly be strange from now on.
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Sorry to hear that David. My condolences to you and your family. James
Thanks James.
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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
Vagif Abilov wrote: BTW Pickles was older than you? Yes, by about 30 months or so. He was born shortly after my immeadiate elder sister at a local farm, so my parents adopted him to stop him getting the brick. Vagif Abilov wrote: Must be more than 100 according to this site he was 88 human years. Vagif Abilov wrote: Never heard about the cat of such age. Is the environment you live in dramataically different in Norway than it is in southwest England? According to the site I link to above, the elder a cat goes the less cat years per human years it is, so I assume that if a cat lives to over fifteen it is more likely to become a very old cat the longer it lives. :confused:
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Sorry to hear that Dave, You've obviously taken good care of your pets, and loved them hugely. They really are family members, not just like them, and we miss them when they are gone. :((
Thanks Mr. Morden. Mr Morden wrote: hey really are family members, not just like them Very true.
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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.:(( :((
Thasnk Atlantys; sorry to hear about Muffin. :rose:
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Sorry to hear that David :-( regards Kannan
Thanks Kannan, much appreciated.
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It's hard to loose a beloved, please accept all my sympathy :rose: We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors. We borrow it from our children. Antoine de Saint Exupéry (1900-1944)
Thank you Karl.
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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!
Paul Watson wrote: Sorry to hear that David Thanks Paul. Paul Watson wrote: No more pussy tales from David Wulff for us to chuckle over anymore Well I'm sure I could think up some similarly titled tales to amuse you all with... but I am waiting for Chris to open the over 18's only forum. :omg: Paul Watson wrote: Buying a new one seems almost a traitoreous thing to do in memory of Pickles I can see where they are coming from, I suppose, but I agree with you. If I were to ever own another cat, it would be just that - another cat - it would never be Pickles, and it would never be able to take his place.
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Thanks. peterchen wrote: may there be rodents and lovely ladycats and warm and sunny places and no dogs where you are now Pickles was never one to be afraid of dogs! When Tara was still with us they would share the same bed and Pickles would creep onto her while she was slepping and curl up in between her legs. It was so sweet! Now don't laugh, but Pickles being the intuative cat that he was would often position himself so that his bottom - and I mean his bare bottom (so tail up) - was pressed against Tara's nose (she was a Golden Retreiver, so was of a fair old size). We used to say that it was to keep himself warm, but I think that underneath he may have been teasing poor old Tara. You see, as anyone who has kept a pet will know, they break wind from time to time. Also, as anyone who has experienced it will tell you, cat farts are particularly vicious. You guessed it - every once in a while Tara would suddenly shoot up with a very bemused look on her face taking deep gasps of air! Poor old Tara! :laugh:
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