RavenReverend
02-08-2008, 07:53 PM
I've felt so crappy the last week or so. Part of the reason is I had to put my 13 year old cat, Stripey down.
I got him when I was eight years old from a litter my great-gram's cat had. I'd spent the few months between his birth and Christmas day when my parents told me I could have him getting to know him.
He was the one constant man in my life. My Romeow, my Catsanova. If you wanted to be my friend, to date me, my Dad was just the first test, you still had to pass the Stripey exam.
So, when the vet told me that he had liver cancer, and that the cancer had moved to his bones, I had to make the hardest damn decision in my life and I decided to let my Stripey-monster, my little lover-boy, go with what dignity he had left.
I miss him horribly. So I decided to make something to help cope. It goes with a poem/prose that I saw on the wall at the cat-resort I work at and as corny as it sounds, I believe it. I'm going to see Stripey on the otherside, and he can torment me when I'm trying to knit by laying right in the middle of what I'm doing just to play the kissing game.
In Memoriam, Stripey. May 10th, 1995-January 30th, 2008
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I got him when I was eight years old from a litter my great-gram's cat had. I'd spent the few months between his birth and Christmas day when my parents told me I could have him getting to know him.
He was the one constant man in my life. My Romeow, my Catsanova. If you wanted to be my friend, to date me, my Dad was just the first test, you still had to pass the Stripey exam.
So, when the vet told me that he had liver cancer, and that the cancer had moved to his bones, I had to make the hardest damn decision in my life and I decided to let my Stripey-monster, my little lover-boy, go with what dignity he had left.
I miss him horribly. So I decided to make something to help cope. It goes with a poem/prose that I saw on the wall at the cat-resort I work at and as corny as it sounds, I believe it. I'm going to see Stripey on the otherside, and he can torment me when I'm trying to knit by laying right in the middle of what I'm doing just to play the kissing game.
In Memoriam, Stripey. May 10th, 1995-January 30th, 2008
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/RavenReverend/RainbowBridge-1.jpg