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This morning, November 2, marked 25 years ago when I lost Poof.  Poof opened up a whole new world to me, a world of a quarter century of new friends, a quarter century of infinite love and crushing heartaches, worry and learning, of doing everything I can to make lives as perfect as possible.  If anyone ever asks how long it takes to get over a loss like that, I can confidently tell them that a quarter of a century won't even begin to touch it.  John

I remember Poof. Wow, we have been friends for a long time! We never get over the loss of our furbabies. Peggy

 

Peggy, Laila and Angel Minchie

 

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You are right, you never fully get over it. But (to me at least) it eases some over time and sadness and tears get replaced with warm smiles and memories, no?

For my it was June 3rd 1993 when I got Hamlet. That changed me as well.

 

David and the CoolCyberCats

Forever in my heart





Cats Nap. Only Humans Put Them "To Sleep": Sterilize, Don't Euthanize!

 

It has been a while. Peggy I remember you mailing Itchy a get well card back in 2004. 

 

David and the CoolCyberCats

Forever in my heart





Cats Nap. Only Humans Put Them "To Sleep": Sterilize, Don't Euthanize!

 

Just today we were talking about the cats that have been such a loving part of out lives...including each one's funny little quirks and habits. True, we never really "get over" the loss but remembering them can bring a smile and maybe even a chuckle.

PattyE.

I first met Poof 40 years ago, and during her last couple of years with diabetes, I started reaching out on the internet for advice and found a huge community of friends, almost all of whom I still communicate with.

After I lost Poof, I was determined never to suffer that kind of loss again.  Then a short 2 weeks later I met Monster.  Monster was a kitten living under a mobile home.  Winter was coming on, she was starving, had a tapeworm and fleas.  She wasn't going to make it.  Well, I couldn't walk away from that.

From then on, I started taking care of ferals.  At one point there were 22.  All are gone now and all I have are their pictures.  Every loss of course, hurt terribly, but I know I made as many lives as perfect as possible, and I have no intention of stopping.

The pain of loss never goes away, but it does change over time.  It changes from a crushing pain, to an ache that just never goes away, and I'm still determined to make every life as perfect as I possibly can.

Thank you everyone for helping me to remember Poof, and Patti, so happy to see you on the board!  John