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@RogueKnight, I got my mom a new kitty after our house was robbed and our cat stolen when we came home from her 50th birthday dinner. That Himalayan kitty was only a couple weeks away from 20 years old before we put her down because her quality of life was declining. My mom was moving to Mexico so the life shift at that age affected her in a negative way. We said goodbye to her the day before she went across the border, so she had to move to a new country alone. I had a bunny who made also was only a couple weeks from turning 12, I was in Mexico with my mom looking at houses and my dad was watching him. We found her house and shook hands and went to get a celebratory drink, and I shít you not the second we clinked glasses my phone vibrated and my dad told me my little boy had passed. I was destroyed. It still hurts, even with a new kitty now (we both have new kitties) but all those experiences and memories are what keeps them alive inside of us, unless we take our rest and reunite.
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@RogueKnight, didn't mean to rant, but my boy had a stuffed cat that looked like my mom's 20 year old Himalayan and whenever she was away or when I moved out he was always sitting next to or on top of it. I had him cremated with it, and some day I'll find the right place to release him to the wind. I think we all unfortunately know this feeling one way or another, but focusing on the positive does help.
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@RogueKnight, this is a community, I hope we can be open with each other here. I get frustrated with downvotes and crap sometimes but I always try to see and/or show the light of a situation and be on the positive side of something if I can. Think about this law of physics, energy cannot be created nor destroyed, only transferred from one form to another. Their energy is still with us, just not in a way that we can physically see, but I bet you can feel them.
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@RogueKnight, my dad got a cat when I was 12 years old from a Wal-Mart parking lot. I named her Snowbell, after the cat from Stewart Little. She would always lick and just be friendly. One day she got out. She was missing for like 3 weeks. I thought I'd never see her again. Then one night, I saw her under a car. So we got her back. We had to put her down when I was 24. We had her for half my life, and that shjt hurt. I loved that cat and miss her terribly. But she's resting now.
Reminds me of my cat. He had a toy since a kitten he liked to hold/kick and use as a pillow. Sadly, I had to have him put to sleep a little over a week ago at 17. Buried him with that toy. Best damn cat I could have asked for. Especially since I'm a dog person. I'm glad he chose me. Brought a lot of comfort in some very trying times.