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redscale101 He just had to get his cat put down, so this is a piece in her memory. This was such an emotional piece to paint, particularly as it brought to the surface my still-painful memories of doing the same for my dog six months ago. My heartfelt regrets to you in this difficult time, at least she's at peace now <3
redscale101 He just had to get his cat put down, so this is a piece in her memory. This was such an emotional piece to paint, particularly as it brought to the surface my still-painful memories of doing the same for my dog six months ago. My heartfelt regrets to you in this difficult time, at least she's at peace now <3Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
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Not 100% true. I had a black and white domestic longhair named Mittens for 13 years. Loved him to death. But the last two years of his life, he wasn't the same cat. He lost his eye, wouldn't cuddle anymore, and would mew incessantly at the door to be let out, because he was always an indoor-outdoor cat before, but he had to become an indoor cat, and he hated it. So, when he snuck out and got hit by a car, whereas if it had happened before it would have been devastating, after that time it was sort of a relief.
Then for years afterwards, I often felt guilty when thinking of him because his death DIDN'T tear me up. He also kept showing up in my dreams as alive, which made me guilty when I woke up.
So actually, never mind. That's not a good example, because even though his death was in some ways a relief, as the cat that died wasn't really the same cat I loved all those years, the guilt at not being sad was itself uncomfortable.
So here, better example: My sister, a veterinarian technician, for some foolhardy reason I'll never understand, decided to take a cat named Madison home from a shelter that was skittish to the point of possibly having brain damage, or at least some sort of behavioral problem. After a week, my Dad let the cat go outside, and was never seen again. THAT was a case where losing the cat was actually a rather joyous thing, and I hate to think what might have been if we'd had to go through the trouble of taking care of that stupid thing.
Then for years afterwards, I often felt guilty when thinking of him because his death DIDN'T tear me up. He also kept showing up in my dreams as alive, which made me guilty when I woke up.
So actually, never mind. That's not a good example, because even though his death was in some ways a relief, as the cat that died wasn't really the same cat I loved all those years, the guilt at not being sad was itself uncomfortable.
So here, better example: My sister, a veterinarian technician, for some foolhardy reason I'll never understand, decided to take a cat named Madison home from a shelter that was skittish to the point of possibly having brain damage, or at least some sort of behavioral problem. After a week, my Dad let the cat go outside, and was never seen again. THAT was a case where losing the cat was actually a rather joyous thing, and I hate to think what might have been if we'd had to go through the trouble of taking care of that stupid thing.
I can't really agree with that second one being a relief. I purposely take in handicapped animals because I enjoy caring for them. Maybe your sister did too. And it's not the cat's fault she has problems. She could have been brought to a shelter and taken in by someone who would have loved caring for that 'stupid thing'.
Kind of a ruddy attitude to have towards animals on a fur community site. Not to mention especially inappropriate on a picture for someone who just had to go through the heartbreak of losing a very, very dear companion. Something that really is never easy. :c
Kind of a ruddy attitude to have towards animals on a fur community site. Not to mention especially inappropriate on a picture for someone who just had to go through the heartbreak of losing a very, very dear companion. Something that really is never easy. :c
Then maybe the real trouble was that Madison was thrust on people that didn't ask for it, and we were asked to basically have the trouble of having a cat without the advantages that come with it.
Losing a very, very dear companion is of course never easy. But sometimes, cats ARE NOT dear companions, either by just being complete jerks (as a few are), by being only known for a short period of time, or worse of all, being loved once but going through a slow decline to the point they are more burden then blessing by the end.
Losing a very, very dear companion is of course never easy. But sometimes, cats ARE NOT dear companions, either by just being complete jerks (as a few are), by being only known for a short period of time, or worse of all, being loved once but going through a slow decline to the point they are more burden then blessing by the end.
That a dying animal is a burden. It's a debate of opinion and while yours is different from the comment you replied to, mine is different from yours. Your profile said to mention opinions on the things you say, or at least that was what I grasped. Sorry if a response wasn't what you were actually looking for.
Aaaaand here come the waterworks. >_<;;;; Ugh, god, beautiful pieces like this never fail to hit me right in the feels. This is a subject I'm sadly all-too familiar with, as I'm sure a great many animal parents are. No matter how many times it happens, it never gets any easier. =<
A very, very, VERY beautiful memorial piece. I hope it brought Redscale a great deal of comfort during such a difficult time.
A very, very, VERY beautiful memorial piece. I hope it brought Redscale a great deal of comfort during such a difficult time.
... I wish the best. The same happened to my cat and we were very close.
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More than you know, tho to be honest, we had 3 weeks before it was time that she spent nearly every moment with me, sleeping, cuddling and such. It was about this time i figured out it was nearing the end. I let her pick her time. One day she just hid away and wanted no more to do with me. I've seen is before, cat know when it is time. He kidneys were shut down and she was ready. I didn't want her to crash so it was time and on her terms.
*hugs both of you* having to put down an pet is very hard i had to do the same thing last week, it hurts so bad. but to be able to take the pain away that they are suffering with is better than letting them suffer for so long (in my case she was paralyzed from the waist down) it hurt me a lot to half to do it
Went though this just last week two days after my birthday, with my ferret shadow. He was really sick with cancer and lived to be 7 years old. It never gets easy putting a beloved pet down.. just when you think you have harden your heart to that pain life throws you a curve ball and breaks your heart once again.
She was diagnosed with diabetes and arthritis. When the vet techs tried to give her an insulin shot, it took three of them to properly restrain her to prevent her from injuring herself as they delivered the shot (and this was while she was drugged with anesthetics). Her quality of life promised to be miserable, and the doctor told us that her life expectancy would not be much improved by the treatment. We opted to put her to sleep rather than extend her suffering.
That's really sad.
I've had to say goodbye to too many pets.. Some times it's easier than others. The worst are the ones where you weren't prepared and an animal goes too soon and unexpected... or when you feel you didn't do enough to save them.
The times I had the chance to say goodbye to an old pet that had a great life. Those times are almost joyous, because you had so much fun together.. and this is just the end of the ride for them. And you get to hold them and they can slip away peacefully.
I always found this a very sweet and comforting story: http://www.upgradereality.com/a-dog.....-a-6-year-old/
Really goes for cats as well.
I know the feeling. I had a particularly traumatic experience with my childhood friend. He was only 5 or 6 years old, he had bladder and kidney issues his whole life and finally succumbed to it. Sadly, the days leading to his demise were dreadful. He wandered outside, which he never did. Went and laid in a puddle. When I went to take him to the vet, he fled... he was missing for several days. Friday morning we were awoken by a neighbor, saying their found my cat. It was true, they did, but it was another cat... that same weekend, hit by a motorcycle (I had urged my mother not to let the cats out.. alas, she did not listen).
The neighbor claimed someone must be poisoning cats, because they found one the day before and took it to a shelter. Not the case, he was ill when he fled.
My cat was at a vet, severe hypothermia and dehydrated. He had an IV and a catheter in. The vet made us take him home, for the weekend I spent the entire night up with him. I had my heater on full blast, trying to keep him warm. He was wearing a diaper, since he still had a catheter in (no bag attached). On Monday morning my mom took him to the vet, because he was suffering so much.. I could not let him go, I was not ready... I let her take him, like a coward. He was so pitiful at that point... shivering. Not eating or drinking..
He hated everyone with a passion, everyone but me. I never loved an animal again as much as I loved that cat..
It was the weekend before 9/11, I lost two cats.. and then that happened... so it will always be etched in my memory >_<
Sorry for the long story, did not intend to ramble...
The neighbor claimed someone must be poisoning cats, because they found one the day before and took it to a shelter. Not the case, he was ill when he fled.
My cat was at a vet, severe hypothermia and dehydrated. He had an IV and a catheter in. The vet made us take him home, for the weekend I spent the entire night up with him. I had my heater on full blast, trying to keep him warm. He was wearing a diaper, since he still had a catheter in (no bag attached). On Monday morning my mom took him to the vet, because he was suffering so much.. I could not let him go, I was not ready... I let her take him, like a coward. He was so pitiful at that point... shivering. Not eating or drinking..
He hated everyone with a passion, everyone but me. I never loved an animal again as much as I loved that cat..
It was the weekend before 9/11, I lost two cats.. and then that happened... so it will always be etched in my memory >_<
Sorry for the long story, did not intend to ramble...
Oh wow. THIS... is the VERY FIRST 'furry' artwork that actually had me... crying. Seriously. At 59, I've outlived far too many wonderful cats, that I loved like family. I still have three kitties in my life, and it would deep[ly hurt me to have to part with any of them, especially if I have to medically put them down for whatever justifiable reason. What a touching image. Good work... and thank you for creating that image- and sharing it with all of us. ~ Jonathan Rich
Never have been in this position, never want to. My Norwegian Forest cat Jynx has had a few bangs and scrapes (he's recently recovered from accidentally piercing his right thigh) but nothing too serious. He's a real adventurer and a true trooper - I wouldn't have it any other way.
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