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pozbaird Posted June 22, 2020 Share Posted June 22, 2020 On 16/06/2020 at 07:43, stevieKTID said: I'm really sorry to hear that mate, it's amazing how strong a bond you can build with a pet, working as a dog walker and pet sitter I've had to say goodbye too many times in the last few years, the way i approach it (after floods of tears) is to focus on having that bond and being thankful you were able to share your time with them, it's better to have had that bond for a short time than not at all, cats are awesome. Our worst experience was with our last cat, Sausage. He had a helluva’ start to his life. The vet we got him from in Greenock told us his story - born to a stray cat in Greenock, who abandoned him. A woman out walking her dog saw her dog snuffling at a hedge, and she heard a whimpering. It was Sausage, soaking wet and (it transpired) on death’s door. She gingerly picked him up and rushed off with him to the vet. The vetinary staff nursed him back to health. Meanwhile, we had contacted the Cat Protection League looking for a new kitten. To cut a long story short, we were put in touch with the vet in Greenock, and after we were deemed suitable and serious owners, we went down to Greenock to collect him, where we learned his back story.... fast forward fifteen years. A life well lived, a lucky, lucky wee kitten. Enjoyed a great life and we loved him to pieces. He was getting on, but no real signs of any specific issues, bar the obvious slowing down for an auld’ boy. We went on holiday to America for ten days, due to arrive home on a Sunday morning, due to collect him from his usual cattery, on the Sunday afternoon, or the Monday morning, should the flight be delayed. Natch - flight delayed. On the Monday morning, we usually both go to the cattery, but with the delayed flight, we hadn’t unpacked the night before, had just showered and crashed out. Mrs Poz drove to the cattery while I stayed at home to start unpacking and get a washing started. About an hour later, the front door opens, and I’m upstairs. I bound down the stairs giving it ‘where’s that cat of ours then!’, to find the wife standing in the hall in floods of tears. I instantly knew what had happened, just knew it. No cat basket in the hall or anything. Put an arm around the wife, sat her down and she told me that the cattery had went in to feed the cats this morning, and found Sausage had passed away in his sleep, Sunday night into Monday morning. He had been fine the day before. Wee old thing just slipped away in the night. If our flight hadn’t been delayed, we’d have collected him on the Sunday, would have had that evening with him. The cattery staff were heartbroken, they’d had him twice a year, every year, for fifteen years. I held it together, because the cattery had wrapped the wee soul up in a blanket and placed him in his cat bed. I felt dreadful for the wife, who had to drive home, upset to the max, with him and his stuff in the back seat of the car. When our first cat passed, we placed her in a plastic box with lid, taped it all shut, and gave her a nice burial under her favourite tree in the garden. Sausage had his own spot, so I knew what had to be done. I drove up to the local B&Q to buy a suitable sturdy plastic box. Got one, walked back to the car, opened the boot and placed the box inside. Opened the back door, picked up the wee man wrapped in his blanket, and walked round to the open boot lid. I lost it. Completely lost it. Just stood at the boot of the car in floods of tears, cuddling the wee man one more time. God only knows what passers by thought, but I just went to pieces for a couple of minutes. Got it together, placed him gently in the box, buried him in his favourite part of the garden. For days, we went through the whole ‘if only’ scenario. Pretty soon though, we realised that he was a helluva’ lucky wee bassa’, could have easily had no life at all. They don’t half get to you though, don’t they. 15 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
super_carson Posted June 22, 2020 Share Posted June 22, 2020 5 minutes ago, pozbaird said: Our worst experience was with our last cat, Sausage. He had a helluva’ start to his life. The vet we got him from in Greenock told us his story - born to a stray cat in Greenock, who abandoned him. A woman out walking her dog saw her dog snuffling at a hedge, and she heard a whimpering. It was Sausage, soaking wet and (it transpired) on death’s door. She gingerly picked him up and rushed off with him to the vet. The vetinary staff nursed him back to health. Meanwhile, we had contacted the Cat Protection League looking for a new kitten. To cut a long story short, we were put in touch with the vet in Greenock, and after we were deemed suitable and serious owners, we went down to Greenock to collect him, where we learned his back story.... fast forward fifteen years. A life well lived, a lucky, lucky wee kitten. Enjoyed a great life and we loved him to pieces. He was getting on, but no real signs of any specific issues, bar the obvious slowing down for an auld’ boy. We went on holiday to America for ten days, due to arrive home on a Sunday morning, due to collect him from his usual cattery, on the Sunday afternoon, or the Monday morning, should the flight be delayed. Natch - flight delayed. On the Monday morning, we usually both go to the cattery, but with the delayed flight, we hadn’t unpacked the night before, had just showered and crashed out. Mrs Poz drove to the cattery while I stayed at home to start unpacking and get a washing started. About an hour later, the front door opens, and I’m upstairs. I bound down the stairs giving it ‘where’s that cat of ours then!’, to find the wife standing in the hall in floods of tears. I instantly knew what had happened, just knew it. No cat basket in the hall or anything. Put an arm around the wife, sat her down and she told me that the cattery had went in to feed the cats this morning, and found Sausage had passed away in his sleep, Sunday night into Monday morning. He had been fine the day before. Wee old thing just slipped away in the night. If our flight hadn’t been delayed, we’d have collected him on the Sunday, would have had that evening with him. The cattery staff were heartbroken, they’d had him twice a year, every year, for fifteen years. I held it together, because the cattery had wrapped the wee soul up in a blanket and placed him in his cat bed. I felt dreadful for the wife, who had to drive home, upset to the max, with him and his stuff in the back seat of the car. When our first cat passed, we placed her in a plastic box with lid, taped it all shut, and gave her a nice burial under her favourite tree in the garden. Sausage had his own spot, so I knew what had to be done. I drove up to the local B&Q to buy a suitable sturdy plastic box. Got one, walked back to the car, opened the boot and placed the box inside. Opened the back door, picked up the wee man wrapped in his blanket, and walked round to the open boot lid. I lost it. Completely lost it. Just stood at the boot of the car in floods of tears, cuddling the wee man one more time. God only knows what passers by thought, but I just went to pieces for a couple of minutes. Got it together, placed him gently in the box, buried him in his favourite part of the garden. For days, we went through the whole ‘if only’ scenario. Pretty soon though, we realised that he was a helluva’ lucky wee bassa’, could have easily had no life at all. They don’t half get to you though, don’t they. Sorry to hear that, pal. It's been said already here how much these wee balls fluff mean to us all, never easy saying goodbye. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stevieKTID Posted June 23, 2020 Share Posted June 23, 2020 19 hours ago, pozbaird said: Our worst experience was with our last cat, Sausage. He had a helluva’ start to his life. The vet we got him from in Greenock told us his story - born to a stray cat in Greenock, who abandoned him. A woman out walking her dog saw her dog snuffling at a hedge, and she heard a whimpering. It was Sausage, soaking wet and (it transpired) on death’s door. She gingerly picked him up and rushed off with him to the vet. The vetinary staff nursed him back to health. Meanwhile, we had contacted the Cat Protection League looking for a new kitten. To cut a long story short, we were put in touch with the vet in Greenock, and after we were deemed suitable and serious owners, we went down to Greenock to collect him, where we learned his back story.... fast forward fifteen years. A life well lived, a lucky, lucky wee kitten. Enjoyed a great life and we loved him to pieces. He was getting on, but no real signs of any specific issues, bar the obvious slowing down for an auld’ boy. We went on holiday to America for ten days, due to arrive home on a Sunday morning, due to collect him from his usual cattery, on the Sunday afternoon, or the Monday morning, should the flight be delayed. Natch - flight delayed. On the Monday morning, we usually both go to the cattery, but with the delayed flight, we hadn’t unpacked the night before, had just showered and crashed out. Mrs Poz drove to the cattery while I stayed at home to start unpacking and get a washing started. About an hour later, the front door opens, and I’m upstairs. I bound down the stairs giving it ‘where’s that cat of ours then!’, to find the wife standing in the hall in floods of tears. I instantly knew what had happened, just knew it. No cat basket in the hall or anything. Put an arm around the wife, sat her down and she told me that the cattery had went in to feed the cats this morning, and found Sausage had passed away in his sleep, Sunday night into Monday morning. He had been fine the day before. Wee old thing just slipped away in the night. If our flight hadn’t been delayed, we’d have collected him on the Sunday, would have had that evening with him. The cattery staff were heartbroken, they’d had him twice a year, every year, for fifteen years. I held it together, because the cattery had wrapped the wee soul up in a blanket and placed him in his cat bed. I felt dreadful for the wife, who had to drive home, upset to the max, with him and his stuff in the back seat of the car. When our first cat passed, we placed her in a plastic box with lid, taped it all shut, and gave her a nice burial under her favourite tree in the garden. Sausage had his own spot, so I knew what had to be done. I drove up to the local B&Q to buy a suitable sturdy plastic box. Got one, walked back to the car, opened the boot and placed the box inside. Opened the back door, picked up the wee man wrapped in his blanket, and walked round to the open boot lid. I lost it. Completely lost it. Just stood at the boot of the car in floods of tears, cuddling the wee man one more time. God only knows what passers by thought, but I just went to pieces for a couple of minutes. Got it together, placed him gently in the box, buried him in his favourite part of the garden. For days, we went through the whole ‘if only’ scenario. Pretty soon though, we realised that he was a helluva’ lucky wee bassa’, could have easily had no life at all. They don’t half get to you though, don’t they. Sorry to hear that mate, must've been devastating. We have a woman that comes to our house for a few hours a day when we're away. Our Monty had his yearly check up today, need to take him back in two months as he's lost a bit of weight recently, he was always on the chunky side, probably because he was homeless then we found him and he made up for the times he had to go hungry, i'm hoping that its just stress due to all the disruption going on in our building with renovation work. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lisa Cuddy Posted June 25, 2020 Share Posted June 25, 2020 On 15/06/2020 at 19:51, Adam said: On Saturday our cat Tiger started to be sick quite regularly. He also looked as if he was bringing up blood. Was only later that evening that I realised he was struggling to do a poo, and at first thought, it seemed as if the blood was coming from his back passage. Continued into Sunday, again struggling to do the toilet, so was on the phone to the vet first thing this morning. Had him in earlier today, and unfortunately it seems as if he has been peeing blood, but also had an affect on his bowel movements. He has quite advanced cancer in his bladder. Given how quickly this has all come about, I couldn’t bear to say goodbye to him, the kids absolutely love him to bits. Went with some strong painkillers and a sort of palliative care method. Will revisit in a week with the vet. I totally understand that we will be in the same position then, it as long as he isn’t in any pain I just want to give him the best few weeks possible. Absolutely gutted, he’s just the best cat ever. He’s an awesome boy and you’ve given him the absolute best in his older years. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shandon Par Posted July 2, 2020 Share Posted July 2, 2020 Muffy on rug. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
beefybake Posted July 2, 2020 Share Posted July 2, 2020 1 hour ago, Shandon Par said: Muffy on rug. ".... WTF do YOU want...?" 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tamthebam Posted July 2, 2020 Share Posted July 2, 2020 3 hours ago, Shandon Par said: Muffy on rug. You know how owners sometimes resemble their pets? Well looking at those paws/feet.... 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zetterlund Posted July 5, 2020 Share Posted July 5, 2020 We finally got Coco spayed after Covid delays. She's nearly 7 months old and was getting a bit destructive trying to get outside, chewing & climbing the blinds and escaping at every opportunity when the front door was opened. 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Melanius Mullarkey Posted July 6, 2020 Share Posted July 6, 2020 12 hours ago, doulikefish said: Snoring his head off I think your Cadbury's Heros have gone off m8. 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shandon Par Posted July 6, 2020 Share Posted July 6, 2020 13 hours ago, doulikefish said: Snoring his head off Radio Raheem has been on the phone and says he wants his stereo back. 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Torpar Posted July 6, 2020 Share Posted July 6, 2020 My wife and I decided to try out our new baby carrier at the weekend, the wee man loved it! 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dee Man Posted July 6, 2020 Share Posted July 6, 2020 3 hours ago, Torpar said: My wife and I decided to try out our new baby carrier at the weekend, the wee man loved it! Your sleeve appears to have the same fur trim as Kenneth's here: 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tamthebam Posted July 6, 2020 Share Posted July 6, 2020 9 hours ago, Torpar said: My wife and I decided to try out our new baby carrier at the weekend, the wee man loved it! Your face app gender swap is a bit crap 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pub car king Posted July 10, 2020 Share Posted July 10, 2020 Bill still getting plenty out of lock down life. 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
peasy23 Posted July 12, 2020 Share Posted July 12, 2020 Me and my pal watching MotD2. Well, I'm watching it. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tamthebam Posted July 12, 2020 Share Posted July 12, 2020 4 minutes ago, peasy23 said: Me and my pal watching MotD2. Well, I'm watching it. Dennis the Menaces and Gnashers? Wouldn't Little Plums be more appropriate... 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
peasy23 Posted July 12, 2020 Share Posted July 12, 2020 Dennis the Menaces and Gnashers? Wouldn't Little Plums be more appropriate... [emoji14]Could be Claude Balls if I disturb her the wrong way. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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