It is amazing how pets become our “children”; I do not think people who never had a pet ever understand this. I was getting a little “misty-eyed” reading your remembrance of Anna because I go through the same kind of emotional roller coaster remembering a beloved Himalayan of mine. I am happy thinking how blessed I am to have had such a sweet and beautiful animal as a part of my life though, just as you were blessed with lovely Anna.

Before I get all sniffly again, I wanted to also pass along wishes for a great tour, have fun!

thank you for sharing your stories of Anna – my thoughts are with you today. . . :)

That was such a beautiful story. I wanted to cry as I read it :(

I had a cat named Oreo. He was my best friend, and was always there for me when things got tough. If I had a bad day and needed someone to hold me, he was right there. He used to “talk” to me, and he would always listen. He was a very sweet cat and he would always greet me at the door. He was very much like a dog in that aspect. He even enjoyed playing fetch!
Oreo died on December 19th 2007. We had him euthanized because his liver was failing. We’re not sure if it was a congenital problem or cancer like your Anna’s. There was nothing we could do and he kept getting sicker and sicker. On his last night I stayed up with him, cuddling with him on my bed. I cried and he was there to comfort me.

He was only 5 years old.. But we still have his twin brother, Rascal, who is thriving!
May my Oreo and your Anna rest in eternal peace.

First of all, much love to you, niklas, and anna.

My family lost our eldest of three pugs this past May and it broke all our hearts. but we were so lucky to have him in our lives. he was a special needs pug that we adopted from a family who could no longer take care of him. the poor old pug man was always sickly, blind, and afflicted with ear infections and other such things that hurt his little head. but man, did he love getting loved, cuddled, fed, and pampered! he was such a prince! he passed away from a stomach ailment that we didn’t see coming, or didn’t notice coming since, our pug, was also the kind of babydog that never complained as long as he had a warm lap and treats. so when we took him in for a checkup after realizing he was not/could not eat…we were crushed when the vet told us he was passing away. it was so hard to deal with, so suddenly. we kept blaming ourselves for not noticing little things, and kept torturing ourselves about fantasies of how maybe we could have saved him. a whole lotta “if only” or “maybe if i had…” or “what if…” If. If. If. Eventually we accepted that the only thing we knew for sure is that he was loved. And that even as he slipped away he was perched on a warm lap, surrounded by love. I miss him horribly, and every now and then I feel a pang of regret for things I wish I’d done…but I try to tell myself that those are things I can’t know or control. So I just take a deep breath and remember all the love our old man pug gave us, and all that love we keep giving back to him every minute of every day even though he is no longer on this earth.

I just wanted to share that with you, and to let you know I’m touched that you shared your Anna rememberance with all of us. You have a beautiful heart and I wish you and your family much love and care.

xx

OH Bif that was so bittersweet :( :).
I think of my poor crippled Pippin babydog who got her wings last December; right in the midst of my cancer treatment too.
((hugs)) xox

I, like a lot of people, know how it feels to have beloved animals pass away. I’ve had it done twice. The first time was my cat Ringo–the coolest Siamese to ever pounce in the grass, with eyes like Frank Sinatra. He was a big cuddler–we have pcitures of him spooning one of our other cats. XD Then about a week after my 18th birthday, he suddenly became very ill, and when my stepdad and sister took him to the vet, they found out he had sever liver damage and was jaundice. They had to put him down. I was at school for a call back for a play audition, and didn’t find out about it until after I was picked up.

The second was our cat Gretchen, who was almost, in a weird way, my little sister. We got her on a fluke when I was seven, and we had her until December 20th of this last year. She was 16 years old. That cat went through everything, even moving across country and back! On airplanes! Automobiles! We moved often, but she always managed to settle in wherever we were.

And you made interesting timing writing this entry–a family friend of ours just brought over two kittens about 6 weeks old that he found in his yard tonight and needed a good home. Over the last several weeks, we’d been looking for a new cat, and now we have two more!

So here’s to you and your Nicklas, and the two new additions to my family (named Lucille Diamond and Mona), and many more happy animal years in our lives. <333

another thing about pets. what kind of pet you chose tells a lot about your self as a person. whether you like snakes, frogs, cats, dogs, igaunas, ect. its a personal choice that some say reflects some quality in you. not to say that i identified with my cat, but i often imagined that we had some sort of identification. pets are a big committment and its important to chose wisely.

i really appreciate the honesty and openness of this blog in the pet stories. as i don’t have any pets i don’t have any wonderful (or sad) stories to share.

may every pet have the chance to develop according to its buddha nature. for the ways are many, although the end is one.