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MrsEmmaBennett
BobBob ... loved so much and taken my heart with him xxx
Bob was a rescue cat along with his sister we got as kittens in 2008. My relationship with Bob was extra special as he really followed me everywhere and would jump up on me in bed on a morning or night. Laying on me with his wet nose purring his heart out. I always got told off by my husband for feeding lots of treats (in a joking way). Prawns, chicken, tuna or cheese and a nose fir lurpack.He would joke the cats were better fed than him :) ) I am so glad he was treated extra special (they both are my beautiful cats).
Bob would push us off our own furniture and loved our bean bag footstool. He would lay out like a king. He loved it so much he would just push us off or take opportunity to jump on if we had a toilet break or had to leave the room. He loved constant love and strokes. He was so vocal and would yap to say 'don't stop rubbing me I like that'. You would often find yourself stroking him for hours. He just loved any touch.
Bob had such an infectious personality and you could not help falling in love with him. He was all black and had the biggest beautiful eyes.
He was also fantastic at catching paper or balls with his paws. He would play with them like crazy and we would say he was 'football Bob'.
He moved around the house and had his sleeping spaces that changed. The top of the stairs, under the ironing board. Under the table, the spare room, our bedroom. I loved it when he slept in our room.
Bob also loved our log fire. He would sprawl out in front of it so relaxed. He would come in for on front and meow as if to say 'put a log on'.
When outside in the garden he would back in the sun. He used to lay in the greenhouse. He would also have this patrol path every night around the garden fence and over the shed roofs along the fence and Woodstore, window then jump down and go into his catflap. Everytime! I can laugh now as he was checking out his patch, his garden.
Bob would groom his sister and they would playfight. They often layed together and I believe they loved each other. I only hope Beatie is ok as I am sure she will also grieve his loss as they were together from birth.
Bob was hit by a car and had a broken pelvis damage to his tail and bladder. He went missing Sunday 2nd June 2019 and we only found him 4th June at night in an allotment beahind us. He was hiding under a hedge.
We had to take him to emergency vet. As I picked him up I knew his lower half was damaged. He was wet cold and shaking. We took him home wrapped him up and called for an out of hours vet. I could hardly speak on the phone for tears but the lady was very professional and gave me time to get my words out.
We made the decision to have him put to sleep after crate and tests and consultation.
It's horrible as he was in the back of the car with me on the way and he was purring but so scared. I comforted him all the way and I only hope he knows how much we loved him and I hope and pray he was not in so much pain. I am just glad he was able to be given morphine as the thought of him wet cold and in pain on his own for days is heartbreaking.
It's just so sad he was only round the corner from home and we did not know and we looked everywhere for the whole time he was missing. I rang the vets and put out social media missing updates.
My husband stayed with him during putting him to sleep and was given time alone after which was nice.
I know people may say he was just a cat but he seriously had so much personality he was the biggest part of my life and we loved him so much. He was such a character who constantly wanted affection and followed me everywhere like a shadow. He was a crack pot and a cat hoover for food. He never put on weight as he was an outdoor cat and lived for his time outside. He had a catflap and came and went as he pleased.
Bob is going to be layed to rest in our garden and we are going to plant a rose bush in memory of our fur baby.
I can only take peace in i hope he enjoyed his life with us as he was the biggest blessing to ours and we will never forget the best 11 years we had together.
I miss you so much beautiful boy ... I hope we meet again and I hope you know we loved you so much xxx xx
MissKirstinBlair
We sadly lost our little one, Scout on the 13th January 2019 after he developed a cancerous tumour in his lung. We only found this out just 4 days before we put him to sleep as he very quickly lost weight and started to breathe abnormally. He was 12 years old, just a week before turning 13. He was the sweetest boy you could ever meet and total social butterfly, always being by my side. As hard as it was to have to say goodbye to him - we know in our hearts that we absolutely did the right thing. By letting him go, he would no longer suffer and be able to breathe easy again in heaven. Knowing that he isn't suffering anymore brings me comfort and I'm sure that he's always right there by my side even though I can't see him physically. If anyone reading this has also recently lost a beloved pet, please know that you are not alone. They will always be by your side in spirit and watching over you up in the safety of the clouds.
MrGrayJohn
We live on the Isle of Lewis.
Foggy was about 10. On the 17th May Foggy went out around 11pm as he did most nights, 3 days later he had still not returned but he did go off on walkabouts from time to time.
After 4 days we asked about, drove around everywhere, even asked on Facebook, a day or so later (23rd) someone sent a personal message to say they had come across a cat on the road on the 18th at 2am, only a few hours from when he had gone out. This is the part I can not forget, they put him in a Tesco plastic bag and left him in the long grass at the side of the road, we even drove past this bag from the 18th every day and never even thought he would be in there. Even the person or persons that say they found him drove past him every day until we found him 5 days later.
We were and still are devastated, If foggy had been left at the side of the road he would have been found the next day by a local or ourselves as it was only 200yds away, we were looking for Foggy not a plastic Tesco bag.
I can understand a plastic bag for transporting but not to be left in. We were also told by the person a few days later after mentioning how they had left him that we should be thanking them. I don't think so.
Foggy is missed very much.
MrsPaulaJeffreys
I don't have words of comfort or advice to give to anyone. I just want to share what happened to our Cat, our Baby Boy. Firstly, in the hope it will make me feel better quite honestly and secondly, so that other people may also feel encouraged to write about their experiences of their Cats. So that we can share our experiences. Know that we're not the only ones to be devastated at the loss of a Loved, Family Cat. So, on April 18th, this Year, a dog, a Sharpei, roamed onto our street, attacked and killed our Beautiful Cat, when he'd gone out to roam before his breakfast. It was around 8.00 clock in the morning, and the first I knew about it was when my husband Iain came upstairs, ( I was still in bed,) and said that I'd better get downstairs as Polo was in a bad way. I ran downstairs, and the first thing I saw was a towel which Iain had laid on the floor. I knew then that it was for him to lie him down on and it wasn't good. Iain brought him in and lay him down. I just cried out "Oh my God, what's happened to him?" His Beautiful White Fur was dishevelled and dirty. He had blood on his body and in his mouth, and there was blood all over the Towel. His leg was floppy and he had deep, deep puncture wounds all over him. He didn't look like Polo, but it was him, just not him. It just didn't look like my Moo. Turns out, He'd been attacked and killed by a dog who'd no business to be on our Street. But he'd been there anyway and killed our beautiful boy. Polo was almost eighteen. We'd had him since being a Kitten. We"d actually over the Years not really called him Polo, we'd called him MOO. So now our Moo Moo was dead. He'd been our first Cat, shortly followed by Lily Bob's, his half Sister, who'd had Five Kittens and we'd kept two of them. Bindi Black Cat and little Tabby Cat. We'd adored them all, but over the Years the other three had succumbed to various cancers and we'd had to let them go. It was heartbreaking and distressing each time. It never got easier. But at least with them, when it was their time to go, they'd been with us. Being Loved and cuddled. They'd gone to sleep Peacefully, knowing they were Loved. When Moo died, when he was killed by that Sharpei, he'd died horifically. Having to defend himself in his last moments. Being frightened and scared and being in pain. At the age of almost Eighteen, he'd had to die like that. He'd outlived the rest of his Cat Family to die like that. A neighbour had seen it all and was traumatised that he hadn't been able to save him. But we were so grateful that he'd tried. But it really shouldn't have happened that way. My Moo deserved not to be finished off in that way. So I don't know if any of us will ever accept it. I really don't. I don't know if we can ever come to terms with the way that he died. He was Loved beyond measure. My Beautiful Big Tabby and White Boy, with the Big Green eyes and the Beautiful Pink nose. AndThe Police don't care cos he's "only a Cat!" But he mattered to us, And he always will. Xxx
Amy Fincher
I last saw Secret 7th May 2019...he came in and had cuddles like normal, then went out..like normal..Now Secret is a long haired black cat, no collar just a friendly close tight neighbourhood cat..i got him when he was 7 weeks old..he got shot by a pellet gun from an old man..sent him to live with my daughters nan and when i moved next door to her he would come and stay with me..nearly everyday...always cuddling and playing and dancing for his food..i'd feed him then he would go home and eat some more lol...but having him missing for over a week ( which feels like a life time) is just super strange..he never left the close we live in..always friendly but will show the other cats who is boss...a ghetto cat..true style..my neighbour said he saw him on wednesday playing with his cats outside...but i think he must be mistaken because he hasnt come back..i always saw him every morning..without fail...always wanting food mind...but still...i feel empty without him...i suffer from anxiety and panic disorder..he would always distract my brain..always loving, always amusing..always there. if he was with another family..then fine..but..he is an outdoor cat..doesnt like to be in for long but also at the same time..cant stand being alone...always hated being alone and cold..he's my world and i still have hope...please come home Secret..please
MissFleabag'sMum
We had a rescue cat, a bengal, who we took on aged 5. He was an amazing cat - he loved nothing better than the both of us going on walks every day and he would start shouting if I wasn't ready on time! Every evening, we would sit on a church bench in companionable silence, side by side, watching the world go by.. he and I loved being just together. He was a kind cat, kind with people and much loved in the area, he was kind with dogs we'd meet on a walk, with the birds and squirrels nearby, I even saw him sniffing noses with squirrels on a couple of occasions which I watched with awe and the wildlife learned to trust him over the years.
Sadly, just after he turned 12 years old, he went downhill fast, seemed to pick up with medication but on 16th April 2019 he died of heart failure. I wasn't with him, he was in his favourite place, a churchyard behind our house. I feel so guilty that he died alone (I'd gone out just for an hour to get his fav dinner) and I failed him at the end. The house is empty, these last couple of weeks have hit us hard, the pain is unbearable at times. I hope one day that the pain will lessen and the happy memories will take over the sadness. I do know that I was so lucky to have had him as a friend for the 6 and a half years we did - for that I will be forever grateful. I just wish we'd had longer together and I very much hope we will meet again one day.
I'd like to send out big hugs to all the others who have lost a dear friend. These are hard times for sure.
Elaine Miller
People who love and care for cats are special people. The bond you form with your beloved pet is strong from the moment they become a part of your life. When we sadly no longer have them around for whatever reason,it leaves an ache that cannot easily be put into words.
On the 16th April 2019 it would be our cat Tilly’s 11th Birthday.
Sadly we had to make the final act of love for her last September, she had been unwell for a few months, after several visits to the vet and a number of tests and procedures it was discovered she had a tumour in her intestines.
We persevered with treatment until I noticed small changes in her behaviour and it was as if she was telling me she was in pain and had endured enough.
Her final weekend with us does not evoke happy memories and on the Monday morning we took her to the vet knowing we would not be bringing her home.
The weeks following her death were truly awful it was like the light had gone from our lives, the house so quiet. As I am at home a great deal on my own I felt at times the grief would swallow me.
I decided to get through this we needed to focus on the 10 years of a healthy, happy much loved cat and all the smiles and laughter she brought us rather than the last 3 months of her life.
A friend painted a beautiful picture of Tilly and framed it for us. We commissioned a stone statue of her and we have a number of photos of her around the house.
On her birthday we will place her ashes in our garden, in a sunny spot that she loved and then I feel that we and Tilly will be at peace.
Of course it is right to feel sadness and grief at the loss of a pet no matter how long they were a part of your life and most of us need that period of mourning and coming to terms with what has happened.
I have found the best way to come to terms with the loss of our beloved cat Tilly is to celebrate the happy positive memories of our shared time together and to remind myself that she adopted us on that day we visited the cat protection centre and our mutual lives were the richer for it.
Cats leave paw prints on our hearts and I am thankful for it.
J Harvey
I lost my wee baby girl Poppy on the 15th March 2019 when she was hit by a car and killed. There are no words to describe how I feel, heartbroken, devastated, lost all of these words cannot begin to describe how I feel about losing my beautiful wee baby girl. She was just meters from the safety of her home and me. She was such a beautiful, loving and kind girl with a beautiful beautiful spirit, a bright shinning light in my life and this world. She's gone now and I can't accept this has happened to her. I miss her so much and the pain I feel is unbearable. I got Poppy and her sister nearly 3 years ago (they will be 3 in May) and I just could not pick which kitten so I took both of them. Poppy very quickly made her presence known and I fell in love with her from the start. Holly her sister, is much quieter and a bit more aloof than Poppy but then again anytime Holly came over to me Poppy would push her away as Poppy wanted me all to herself. I used to spend time with Holly when Poppy was sleeping as this was the only time we could have with just the two of us. I used to call Poppy my wee monkey because she looked like a cheeky monkey as she was so cute. I love you Poppy and I miss you more than words can ever say I tried to protect you and keep you safe and I am so sorry this happened to you I LOVE YOU POPPY my beautiful wee baby girl and my beautiful little life force xxxxx
Steve Westwood
I had two special friends Neo and Gracie my furry baby’s Neo was 21 and Gracie 15 both good friends, I lost Neo two years ago and Gracie just yesterday she had a tumour. My cats had there own area in the kitchen because I have dogs to, I found that after I lost Gracie the day she left I changed the area in the kitchen around yet still it hurts I might even paint the walls yet. I believe in my heart all pets wait for us in heaven or even reincarnated as another pet who will come back to you in a different form. I don’t think time heels because two years later I still get upset over Neo, but now knowing they are together again playing. I do have two other cats and they are acting so strange since yesterday. Pets are family, they have a soul like us and feel hurt, pain and love. God bless all our loved pets x it’s not good bye just see you later
Miss Madison Prady
My parents had two cats when I was Born, Victoria and Roberta (Vic and Bob). I don’t remember Vic as she died when I was about 4. Bob was always there for me. Throughout primary school I was bullied, I sometimes felt like I had no friends but I would come home to Bob, my gorgeous loving princess. She saw me grow up. I knew she was old (going on 20 in human years) but the shock, when my mum came through to my room that night on the 12th of December and said her back legs weren’t working,was terrible. That night was horrific, I stayed awake with her the whole time, I could see that she had given up fighting. She was just a body barely alive, her soul was gone. She passed into heaven at 4:47am on Wednesday the 12th of September 2018. She had previously around 10 years back been diagnosed with kidney failure and then a year before she slipped away she was diagnosed with an overactive thyroid, the vet said it was a miracle she had lived to such an old age.
She will always be my miracle and I will never forget her.
Rianne Adams
On the 19th October I receive a call that would change my life forever. My little baby Vinnie had suffered from deep vein thrombosis and it was clear from what the vet was telling me on the phone that it wasn't fair on him to treat him and even if they did there was a very high chance it would come back and he may not be able to walk ever again. Hearing them words I felt like everything in me had died because I knew I had to make a very difficult descision. I raced back home to the vets to be with him and held him until he passed, a day I will never forget. Like many other cat owners Vinnie was my little baby I would have done anything for him and if I could I would switch places for him in a heartbeat. Life can be seriously unfair he was only 10 years old and was so full of life. He gave me so much support thoughout the years its been very difficult coping without him by my side. Life does get easier but the pain never goes away.
Misssophiefarr
a year ago my little prince chubs a troublesome sweetheart cat that takes the world by his paws had been sleeping alot and losing weight but it got more worse as the other cats knew what was wrong and spending time with him but on the day which was tuesday 13th february 2018 my world changed as we took him to a vet (blue cross) and i was hoping he was going to be ok but i needed to go toilet during the appointment and when i came back me and my dad had to leave him saying that they had to do more tests also the vet said to my dad they found a lump on him so we got a phone call later that rainy day in the evening to say he has got cancer and I was crying so bad like tears of pain and with my panic attacks it was not helping so we had to go back to vets all together as a family to say our last goodbyes and he knew.. he knew he gave me and head bump saying i am going to be ok and you are going to do fine but we went outside the room and they put him to sleep and that car journey was the worst car journey of life not only did we have him next to us not alive but sad music on the radio. a year on a i still miss him everyday we have a new cat but that will never replace chubs <3
Jackie Maina
Two days ago we had the devastating task of saying goodbye to our lovely cat chi chi.I first saw Chi Chi on a rehoming site for cats.I went to visit her and took her home and that's where she stayed.She soon settled in and became our fur baby.Two weeks ago I noticed share had not used her litter tray for two days off her food.Took her to the vets and they fryer everything but the had some kind of liver disease.We took her home on medication but she wasn't picking up.We then took her back into the vets and two days later she had deteriated so much the vet called us in.Chi Chi as on painkillers she tryer to move her head as we talked to her but she was unable to.She was purring all the time as we spoke and stroked her as she slipped away.Now I am still calling her name and last night I thought I heard a meow.Until we meet again xx
Linda Cockburn
Yesterday, 22nd January 2019, my little cat Heidi was knocked down and killed outside the house. I still haven't come to terms with it and keep asking why it had to happen. Why now, just 10 days after I lost my dad? I was coping OK, dealing with the things you need to deal with at such a time. Then this. She was a CP rescue cat, just about 4 years old. A tiny dark tortie, found starving and emaciated and at death's door. She was my first foster cat and I couldn't let her go, so I adopted her and she joined my little feline family. She was shy, funny, full of joy for the life she had. She loved my ginger boy Lenny and they would run around the garden chasing each other, bringing a big smile to my face. Now she's gone. She must have been on her way home but she just didn't make it across the road. I carried her bleeding body to the vets, knowing it was too late. Now I can't stop crying. It's too cruel, especially so soon after losing my dad. And so unfair. She was the youngest and was supposed to be with me as we grew old together. I only had her for 2.5 years. She loved her life with me and the other cats. She knew I loved her. She should still be here. I'll miss her for ever. Night night my darling Heidi x
Corinna Gosden
I lost 2 of my preshious cats. I was moving from Margate to Weymouth, not knowing anybody. Spent months finding the right house for my 3. Just b4 moving my Baby Boots of 12 yrs was put down. Two weeks later my Beautiful Butane was put to sleep with cancer 3 yrs old...Moving now had no joy, not moving wasn't an option... The move was the hardest, it was the longest drive, and a very unhappy one... I'm here in Weymouth, 5months on, with only one cat, who I love to bits. Both of us are still grieving, we have each other... life is lonely when your friendless and disabled... Thanks to my Smudge, I'm not on my own, I have unconditional love 24,/7...x