Goodbye my love...

Please know I am praying for you and your sweet girl, Ginger.

Oh I know how awful this is for you, the pain comes through so clearly. To know great love is to know great pain.

That final kindness to Ginger comes with such a high price for you. I hope, eventually, you will look back with a smile at the memories you two made and not with tears.

I pray you find strength in the days to come.'

RIP sweet girl, all whole again and feeling fine. There are butterflies at the Bridge.

God bless.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Rest in peace beloved Ginger.

Sending love, sympathy, and all good thoughts. It hurts so much to lose a dear little friend. In time, it will be comforting to remember that you gave her a good life and did everything right for her when her time came. For now, know that there are lots of us who understand your heartbreak.

Goodbye, rest and play in peace, little Ginger.

I am sorry for your loss of Ginger. I am sorry for the pain that you are going through now. I pray that in time your memories will be sweet, not painful as they are now. I pray that you will find peace in knowing that your Ginger will always be in your heart. She is closer than you think and she is always watching over you. Hugs and prayers for you. Ginger, rest in peace sweet one. You are loved and missed.

So sorry for your loss But well done for being so brave, she will be grateful and thankful for being put at rest.

In time, it will heal. RIP Ginger xxx

My condolences. Even knowing that you did what was best for her and that our fur babies' lives are always too short, the feeling of loss must be very acute. RIP, Ginger.

As I read your post I was pulled back to a day nearly three years ago when I was just where you are today. My heart was so terribly broken on that sunny afternoon in May that I held my Meika as she left my arms and crossed the bridge to life renewed and without suffering. I was not Meika's first love, but I like to think I was her "BFF." Meika was 14 years old when she was diagnosed as hyperthyroid and in renal failure. Her lifelong "Dad" didn't think he could endure the treatments that might give her some time, so he made the decision to let her go. My vet knew of my love for all kitties, but particularly the blue eyed angels that I had grown up with. Meika was a very beautiful Siamese. The decision was made that Meika would come to live with me. My years as a vet assistant and longtime cat rescuer would enable the care she needed and I was more than willing to offer her that. Initially the treatments and meds worked so well that I was hopeful that she just might be strong enough to undergo the thyroid procedure that just might turn her condition around. Sadly within two months she was clearly weakening and growing weary of the daily fluid regimen. She now slept for long hours on my chest and woke to offer me kisses on my chin. Though she was with me for such a short time I feel that she has somehow always been with me. The day we parted, she laid her sweet head on my chest and closed those gorgeous blue eyes for the last time in this world. For some the pain does not "go away" as everyone hopes, but it does become easier to bear and the memories are sweeter each time I revisit our last days together. You know without a doubt that no one else in the world loved your Ginger as you did, and she knew that too. She was in the company of the one she had chosen to see her off on her journey and what a wonderful gift you gave her by being strong enough to ease her fears as you let her go. How I wish I had been given that same opportunity with other special ones in my life, but that was not always to be. Ginger will be waiting for you just as Meika and the other great loves of my life will be there for me when it is time for us to be together again. Have courage and cry when you must. It is healing. Many blessings to you.

Bless her heart, Ginger was still a little girl even though she was 11 I'm so sorry for your loss

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I'm so sorry for your loss...
R.I.P. Ginger

As for thinking of another cat...you'll know when you're ready, or one will find you. If you're comfortable with the idea of another kitty, I say go for it...I know when we lost Cotton, there was a gaping emptiness in the house that the girls couldn't fill. We knew we had the right cat in Wendel because the first night he spent in the house, the emptiness felt less.

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As for thinking of another cat...you'll know when you're ready, or one will find you. If you're comfortable with the idea of another kitty, I say go for it...

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I agree. *If* you decide you are ready, you shouldn't feel bad about looking for a new friend. It doesn't mean that you are being disloyal, or that you didn't love your cat (it's very clear from your posts that she was very much loved indeed).

RIP, Ginger.

I'm guessing I'm not ready, I tried looking online at cats available for adoption & it was ok at first but than I got completely emotional & I miss her even worse now, than again I don't think its possible to miss her anymore than I already do. I hate this feeling I hate missing her I hate that she's gone & there's nothing that can fill the void =-(

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I'm guessing I'm not ready, I tried looking online at cats available for adoption & it was ok at first but than I got completely emotional & I miss her even worse now, than again I don't think its possible to miss her anymore than I already do. I hate this feeling I hate missing her I hate that she's gone & there's nothing that can fill the void =-(

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No advice, just hugs. I don't think anything ever completely fills the void, things just start to fit in around it and it gets a bit easier to live with.

I am so very sorry for your loss; I know just how difficult it can be, because 6 months ago, I lost my precious Quincy, my 12-year-old Siamese, and the love of my life, to renal failure. I never loved a cat as much as I did him, he was like my "baby", so very affectionate, and suckled my earlobes as if he were nursing, up until about a month before the end. I still suffer pangs of guilt over making the decision to have him put to rest--the day this took place, I carried him through every room of the house, so he could see it all, one last time, and he actually spied a litterbox, and got down to use it. I couldn't help wondering if I'd done the right thing, yet it was clear he wasn't getting any better, wasn't eating, and just "going downhill". Along with my own grief, I could sense that his "little brother" Quasar, was deeply depressed over Quincy's absence, and my heart bled for him. Maybe that is part of the reason I chose to bring
another Siamese kitten into our household--a little chocolate point named
"Dexter", who we will be picking up tomorrow.
My heart goes out to you, I know how very much you must be hurting;
but it will gradually get better--the "hole" in our hearts will never completely close, because a part of it is missing, but there is still
healing, it just takes time. Hang in there. My thoughts and prayers are with you.