Goodbye my sweet Smokee.....I'll miss you

[rottie2mom]

I am hurting right now and knew you all would understand!! Smokee (the cat) came into our lives almost 3 years ago to the day. I was at Petsmart looking at the kittens when this little grey fuzz ball batted at me through his cage. We had never owned a cat before, but it was our anniversary and I thought what the heck...guess what the hubbie is getting!! And Smokee came to live with the rottie's and us. They were friends right from the start and have been best buds. Two weeks ago Smokee quit eating, so we took him to the vet and he discovered a large tumor in his abdominal area. Without doing exploratory surgery, the Dr. gave us antibiotics to see if it was an infection and would clear up, but told us it didn't look good. All was well the last week or so, but last night he started wobbling, and seems to have lost control of his hind legs. We have an appointment with the Dr. tomorrow, but it doesn't look good....I think this is my last night with my sweetheart. :( Please keep us in your prayers...I've never had to put an animal down and it's breaking my heart. How do you get through the day? It's going to be hard.

Thanks for listening to my sorrow. I love you Smoke.....

[Troy]

I'll say a prayer for Smokey. I wish you peace tonight and good news tomorrow.
Hang in there.

Troy

[AimeeMB]

You and Smokey will be in my prayers. He knows that you love him.

[KatMc]

You and Smokee are in my prayers. You and he were both blessed to have each other the past 3 years.

Tomorrow will bring you both peace.

Be strong,
Kathy

[Volunteer]

rottie2mom -

I have been through this. My cat of 16 years, Bree, started losing weight and throwing up a lot. Vets diagnosed her with a thyroid problem. She rallied on the meds for about 6 months and then started to lose weight again. Sonograms showed she had enlarged lymph nodes throughout her body. She wouldn't have survived exploratory to make the lymphoma diagnosis a firm one, so I made the appointment to put her down and I took her home. For the rest of the weekend I pampered her big time. She slept under the covers every night. She was in my lap at all times. I stroked her and talked to her, recalling all of the times she was there for me when I needed comfort.

On Monday morning I picked some flowers from the garden that she loved to lay in, and brought her to the vets. I stroked her and whispered in her ear while they inserted the needle that would bring her peace. She died in my arms...with both myself and my (male) vet sobbing uncontrollably. I had her cremated with the garden flowers and a poem that I had written describing how much I loved her.

I spent the rest of the day crying, cursing God and anything else I could blame for her death. I went to the beach and walked for miles. I cried some more. I hurt so bad. Bree was my companion through college, broken relationships, the deaths of my grandparents, my marriage, and the births of my two kids. She was always there for me and I felt like I had failed her in some way.

It has been 4 years since my Bree-Bree went to the Bridge. I can still feel her crawl under the covers at times, or feel her gentle breath on my face as she curls up next to my head and purrs in my ear. These memories are a comfort, and make me smile.

The pain you are experiencing now is great but it will fade, the memories will last forever.

[rottie2mom]

Well yesterday at 4:30 our Smokee went to the bridge to play with all of God's animals. He had lost another pound since his last visit and the vet said he wouldn't make it through surgery...so with a sad heart we let him find peace. The other animals are having a hard time with it too. I sure am going to miss the little guy. We thank you for all the prayers...we'll need them in the days to come. G'bye little Smoke...we love you!! :)