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True. It would be perfect, though. All you'd see is a tail and a couple of floating orange spots.
You need pictures of that. lol ol
True. It would be perfect, though. All you'd see is a tail and a couple of floating orange spots.
Apparently pictures for cuteness.Is the Bichon trained to retrieve anything?
Apparently pictures for cuteness.
I lost my Earl today:
He is on the right. This picture is from a couple years ago.
He's been a little sickly ever since I got him, but got very, very bad a few days ago. Watching him going is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I went out to feed him and Randy the other night and he usually rushes me as soon as he sees me. He was facing away from me, sitting quite a ways away, and just meowing non-stop. When I tried to grab him, he tried to stand up and fell down. He's been in my bedroom, in the chair in the photo (his favorite chair), so I could take care of him.
He was old and his time was coming. I've actually held the worry about his passing in the back of my mind for a few years, now.
Up until he past few days, he was just the most loving, sweetest, kindest cat I'd ever met. Everyone commented on how he was more affectionate than any pet they had ever met. I'd come home from work, and he'd meow at my feet until I sat down and he could curl up in my lap. He'd lay by me from he time I sat down, until I went to bed, then he'd curl up in bed by me. I'd get up in he morning to have my coffee and get ready for work, he'd be right in my lap. Any time I was in his reach, he was laying by me. Losing him is harder than I thought it would be. There's a major void in my life with his passing.
I was working at the shop when he passed away, but thankfully, he didn't have to go alone. He passed away in my mother's arms. Her and my dad have been helping me watch over him while I'm working. My biggest regrets are that I could have probably done more for him and that I wasn't holding him when he went.
I sat with him for hours last night, in my arms. I told him that if he was ready to go, now was the time. I prayed and asked the Lord to help him to recovery, or to the afterlife, to please not let him suffer. He's not suffering anymore. I'll always love and miss him. I don't know what his brother Randy and I will do without him.
RIP Earl: 1999-2014.
I lost my Earl today:
He is on the right. This picture is from a couple years ago.
He's been a little sickly ever since I got him, but got very, very bad a few days ago. Watching him going is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I went out to feed him and Randy the other night and he usually rushes me as soon as he sees me. He was facing away from me, sitting quite a ways away, and just meowing non-stop. When I tried to grab him, he tried to stand up and fell down. He's been in my bedroom, in the chair in the photo (his favorite chair), so I could take care of him.
He was old and his time was coming. I've actually held the worry about his passing in the back of my mind for a few years, now.
Up until he past few days, he was just the most loving, sweetest, kindest cat I'd ever met. Everyone commented on how he was more affectionate than any pet they had ever met. I'd come home from work, and he'd meow at my feet until I sat down and he could curl up in my lap. He'd lay by me from he time I sat down, until I went to bed, then he'd curl up in bed by me. I'd get up in he morning to have my coffee and get ready for work, he'd be right in my lap. Any time I was in his reach, he was laying by me. Losing him is harder than I thought it would be. There's a major void in my life with his passing.
I was working at the shop when he passed away, but thankfully, he didn't have to go alone. He passed away in my mother's arms. Her and my dad have been helping me watch over him while I'm working. My biggest regrets are that I could have probably done more for him and that I wasn't holding him when he went.
I sat with him for hours last night, in my arms. I told him that if he was ready to go, now was the time. I prayed and asked the Lord to help him to recovery, or to the afterlife, to please not let him suffer. He's not suffering anymore. I'll always love and miss him. I don't know what his brother Randy and I will do without him.
RIP Earl: 1999-2014.
So sorry to hear about Earl, Tom. Remember: our loved ones never leave us.
I'm so very sorry for your loss. I can't even begin to imagine how painful it is to lose such a wonderful companion. Your description of Earl sounds just like El Principe Luis. Even though El Principe is still a youngster I do not look forward to reaching that inevitable crossroad. You and Earl are in my thoughts.
I am sorry to hear that Tom!
Geez, it always stinks to lose an old pet because you get used to them being around. I am going to miss my cat TC if anything ever happens to her. We have been through two houses together. TC is the only cat that I have ever gotten to shake hands and sit on command. My wife was looking out the window this morning marveling at it.
I am not even going to try to count how old she is but she is probably older than your cat was. :doh: Animals live a long time here for some reason.
Just know that your cat is better off where he is than suffering. You sort of got what you prayed for and that is all we can ask.
Sorry to hear that, Tom. Thinking of you, buddy.
Tom, I am so sorry for your loss. You were both blessed to have each other in your lives.
Got get another one so you and Randy don't get lonely.
Hi Tom
I had a cat roughly that old until I was 15. I don't know if its more rough to loose an old one, than a young one.
Got get another one so you and Randy don't get lonely.
The setup you had should have been o.k. My Dad built a house for my cat (as opposed to saying "My dad built a cathouse.") that had a shelf over the door so that the cat was at the top of house, and out of the wind, say 2.5 or 3 foot square and the shelf 1.5 foot wide. He only came in to eat.
Later
Seconded. There's a cat out there right now who's waiting for you to come along.
Tom- so sorry to read of your loss. It reads to me like you gave Earl a good loving life.
You've got Randy for support during this rough time. Maybe one day down the road you'll adopt a new pal to the household. Keep your chin up buddy.
Sorry about your loss. I wouldn't worry about having done more for him or spent more time with him. However much pets may mean to us, animals have their own way of being, cats especially. They're more independent than we are, really. I'm sure you gave him a good life and that's what matters in the end.