Life is teh suck today because (a.ka. the official B_tch & Moan thread)

He certainly gave me a lot of happy times and fond memories. And I think I did the same for him, rescuing him from being a cast away pet that was left to fend for itself alone. And giving him a home and love.

And as traumatic as it was… I am glad I was home when it happened, he did not die alone, feeling abandoned once again. In fact now that I think about it, the fact that he was abandoned by his original owner/owners; might be why he was such a constant shadow these last couple of months. Perhaps a part of him feared that since his health was failing that I would cast him aside. I am glad that I was able to prove otherwise. Going into the run to die was his own choice (or animal instinct, I am no expert), I would have held him in my arms right up to the end if he had allowed me to.

So sorry about Tiny. :frowning: It is instinct for animals of go off by themselves when sick or dying. Tiny knew you were there for him. Cherish the memories and hang in there friend.

I’m so sorry, Omra. It’s so hard when they’re gone, and I know what you mean. Our cat Zach died of heart failure. He was fine one moment, and the next he jumped up startled, ran about a foot, and collapsed. I carried him to the car and Audra cradled him as I drove at unsafe speeds to the emergency vet. He never regained consciousness and likely passed away completely in the car on the way. I still remember – and by “remember” I mean feel vividly – small details of the night, like lying on the bed watching a stupid TV show when it happened and the changes in his body in the car that signaled his passing. I remember saying “goodbye” more for myself than him, of course, to his lifeless little body afterward. I thought I was handling it well even through the point where we picked up his cremated remains, then I opened the box saw all that was left of him, and completely lost it. We’re going through a very long decline period for another furry family member who has kidney failure. Some days are better than others, but I’m determined to make the most of every one for both of us.

I wish there was something I could say to make it easier, but there just isn’t, except to remember that the only other possible option was to never have been in their life. And that’s no option at all.

We’ll be thinking of you.

Thank you Gryper, this second day it has been easier to focus on the ‘good times’ and not dwell on those final moments. No one wants to be remembered for how they died, but rather for how they lived; we all deserve that. All our loved ones, human or otherwise…

Thank you Chuck. The pain of loss is well worth the many years he enriched my life. I am sure it was the same for you. The relationships we have with our pets is a very honest one, we get back what we invest into it. God bless.

the saddest of things … http://bit.ly/XTJQDJ

I’ll be silent for a while. I’ll listen when I can.

For a scifi angle, I fondly remember my mom reading and discussing Flowers for Algernon with me and my brothers. She wanted to impart the joy of reading, the wonder of science and the value of all persons. I still have the copy she read from in my study.

When my daughter is old enough I’ll do the same. She has her grandmother’s eyes.

OB out.

Very sorry for your family’s loss OB.

OB - I’m so sorry. You take care of you and your family.

Hang in there OB. We’ll be here for you when you can drop by and we’ll be thinking about you and your family. Take Care, sir.

I’m so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you.

Sorry for your troubles, sir. Hang in there the best you can.

So sorry OB. Thoughts and prayers are with you.

Sorry for your loss, one day at a time OB. Family is the hardest, be thinking of you.

Thank you all. Love you all.

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OB

Minor complaint. A couple nights ago, my laptop stopped recognizing that it was plugged in and started only running on battery. Took it in to get it looked at. The obvious answer I already ruled out isn’t the issue, but it’s going to take a day or so for them to try figuring out what it is and take care of it.

got taken to ground pretty hard 2 weeks ago last Sunday (touch football).

Had really sore ribs that ached and really screamed when I sneezed or laughed. I didn’t think anything of it. Finally wife sent me to Doc. White for imaging yesterday and turns out I have/had a small crack on a “floating” rib. It’s mending well, but now I have to face the ire of my wife for “not taking care of myself” and “your not a young buck anymore mister” … /shrug

OB

P.S. of course friends/co-workers once they knew laughing gave me pain, went to painful (pun) efforts to crack (double pun) me up … human nature is a wicked, wicked thing :slight_smile:

Ouch. Busted rib huuuuuuuuuurts. Unless you can managed to not put any pressure on it for a few weeks and stay completely still when you sleep. I feel for ya.

Of course your friends at work are going to be giving you a ribbing:smiley:

Can someone please tell me how a woman can go from “You’re the best guy I’ve ever dated” to “I can’t be with you anymore” in the same conversation?

Ouch … that caused me to snort a painful laughter :slight_smile:

Well played … well played.

I’m shying away from the pain killers, but my better half seems fine with an extra ration of Jamaican rum ( Appleton Estate) while I recuperate … which is nice.

OB

The Trollish answer would be, “Well duh, she is a woman!”:rolleyes:

A more realistic answer might be,… bipolar?