Missing Sunday
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Thanks, just takes time I suppose. :)
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Thanks, I'm sure we did that. Our other two cats seem a bit lost without her. We have plenty of good memories of Sunday. :)
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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oh its very sad. My two dogs died last year and they were 15yrs old. :( May her(Sunday's) soul rest in piece.
Thanks, Andy. Our oldest cat is sixteen and going strong. I won't be too surprised when she passes, but at six years and not sick it's somewhat shocking. Sorry to hear about your dogs.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
Big Daddy Farang wrote:
was quite friendly and liked to be with people
Big Daddy Farang wrote:
was more like a little girl than a cat
See, she wasn't doing what a proper cat does and had to be dealt with by the Sisterhood of the Sharpened Claws.
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
I'm sorry to hear that :rose:. I believe that calicos, because of their genetic uniqueness, tend to be somewhat more fragile. My daughter had one who's kidneys failed suddenly, and we had to put her to sleep. She was only five years old.
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Big Daddy Farang wrote:
was quite friendly and liked to be with people
Big Daddy Farang wrote:
was more like a little girl than a cat
See, she wasn't doing what a proper cat does and had to be dealt with by the Sisterhood of the Sharpened Claws.
Well, I guess she wasn't a proper cat in that respect. We loved her despite those obvious flaws. :)
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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I'm sorry to hear that :rose:. I believe that calicos, because of their genetic uniqueness, tend to be somewhat more fragile. My daughter had one who's kidneys failed suddenly, and we had to put her to sleep. She was only five years old.
Software Zen:
delete this;Thanks, Gary. I did not know that about calicos. Through our vet she's being sent to the University of Minnesota for a necropsy. It was so unexpected that we're a bit worried for the surviving cats.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Thanks, Gary. I did not know that about calicos. Through our vet she's being sent to the University of Minnesota for a necropsy. It was so unexpected that we're a bit worried for the surviving cats.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
That's probably a good idea. Cats tend to hide the fact that they are sick, which is why when you finally realize they are ill, they are in a bad way.
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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Sunday is my middle child -- of the feline variety. Wednesday night when I got home from work she was on the back porch looking out the window. When I walked inside I saw that the older cat and the younger cat were there too, all waiting for Daddy to come home. That really means waiting to be fed. Sunday wanted her dinner and she ate all of it. That night it was just I and my two youngest children, of the human variety, at the dinner table. We ate our dinner, and then my daughter took her plate to the sink and went on her way. My youngest son and I were still in the kitchen bringing our plates to the sink and putting away leftover food. I heard my daughter call from the living room, "Daddy, what's wrong with Sunday? She's not even moving!" We went to the living room and I saw my daughter on the floor holding Sunday. Like a rag doll. I hadn't yet figured out the situation. I told my daughter, "Well put her down." She lay Sunday down on the floor. Sunday didn't move at all. Not even breathe. "Sunday's not moving because she's dead," I explained. I couldn't believe the words I just heard. Sunday was a beautiful calico, just six years old and in good health. We have no idea why she died so suddenly. Unlike many cats, she was quite friendly and liked to be with people. Sunday was more like a little girl than a cat. Everyone that knew Sunday liked her. She would follow me around as I went through my morning routine. Waiting, watching, anticipating... milk! Once she got her milk she'd go on about her kitty business. Our youngest cat is just over a year old and likes to play fight. Sunday wasn't interested so she would just hiss, growl, and run away from him. Our oldest cat is sixteen and enjoys peace and quiet. She would find Sunday lying somewhere and curl up with her. All of us -- felines and humans -- lost a good friend that night. Now we are all missing Sunday.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere
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I don't speak Idiot - please talk slowly and clearly I don't know what all the fuss is about with America getting it's first black president. Zimbabwe's had one for years and he's sh*t. - Percy Drake , Shrewsbury Driven to the arms of Heineken by the wife
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Sadly, it probably happens too frequently for her to do that.
BDF People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous. -- Moliere