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Just wanted to mark the anniversary of the loss of my beloved Amadán - taken from me this night 6 years ago by a motorist who probably didn't think twice about what they had done. He didn't even make it to his third birthday. Terribly lonely for him ever since, and the grieving is particularly bad today. Can't stop crying. Losing him - especially so very young, with so much of his life unlived - taught me the true meaning of heartbreak.

Don't use the word very often, but I HATE St. Patrick's Day...

Best wishes gal!

I know both of us would be devasted if we lost our mutt.

I hope Amadan is in moggy heaven,or the equivalent.
Pets give so much,and ask for very little in return(unlike many friends acquaintences over a lifetime).

Brian

Thanks so much, guys, for taking a little time to think about my little lost puss. Means a lot... Don't know where I'd be without my companions: they are my little family.

I am constantly amazed how pets become such an integral part of our lives. When we lost our kitty, Teapot, a while back, we grieved more than we would have imagined.

Animals give more to us that we ever give back.

Remember him fondly and treasure his memory.

On Easter Sunday I lost my beautiful little boy, Bomber. He was slaughtered by a maniac on a motorbike who didn't even stop and left him in the road - although he did come back later, twice, looking for the body. I was out there then and saw him, but didn't twig that he was the one until after he zoomed off, again at high speed... I was too stunned. At the time of Bombers death, I had seen the same bike flash past the living room window and heard him gunning the engine up the hill.

Cats have strong characters, but Bomber was exceptional. Of all the cats and dogs I have had, none have affected me so profoundly as he did - all in the 6/7 short months we had him here. Anyone seeing us together would have seen that we were devoted to each other - far more than you normally see between cat and human. There was none of the aloofness you usually get with cats, he was my little boy and I was his human.

I miss everything about him........ the sweet earthy smell of his fur (which even my smoke addled senses are still picking the occasional whiff of as he always slept on my fleece jacket), the way he would jump on my lap and do a little twisting leap, trusting me to catch him when he landed on his back... the way he would look into my eyes while I was giving him a belly rub, and he would reach up with his paw to stroke my beard..... The way he would put a paw on each shoulder and rub his cheek to mine when he wanted hugs.... his little ronaldoesque stepovers when playing with a golfball..... His being a rock star, playing my guitar with his teeth if I didn't put it away.... I even miss the 5:30 wakeups when he'd reach under the quilt and claw my feet, and him leaping on me soaking wet, stinking of the wild garlic outside our house. And that pnuematic drill purr.........

I've felt grief before, but not like this, not with humans or animals. It's unbearable. I feel robbed of the 15-20 years I should have had with him. He would have grown into an amazing creature.

He was my little lionheart.

Spit wrote:I've felt grief before, but not like this, not with humans or animals. It's unbearable. I feel robbed of the 15-20 years I should have had with him. He would have grown into an amazing creature.

As you already know, Steve, my whole heart goes out to you in your loss. I know only too well how badly you feel. Indeed, you probably feel even worse than I do at losing Amadán, as you had an even shorter time with Bomber. I wish so much that you never ever had to feel so much pain, but it's directly proportional to Bomber's specialness, and the richness and depth of the bond between the two of you.

I wish that you were not in such terrible, terrible pain, and I wish that I could do something - anything! - to comfort you, but it's an impossibility. But please know that, in your desperately short time together in this realm, you and Bomber shared more love and connection than many creatures (human or other animal) ever do in a full life span.

Please know that you, your family, and little Bomber are in my thoughts and prayers. Just wish there was something more I could do to comfort you all.

He was my little lionheart.

He always will be, dear friend.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.


(--- by Mary Elizabeth Frye)