In Loving Memory of Thor

It was around a year ago that our dear Thor got sick. His liver enzyme numbers were improving and actually went back down to normal, but I think the damage was done and we were too late. Even after removing the feeding tube, he refused to eat or drink. I think the feeding tube traumatized him. We were diligent about mixing up his food, making him as comfortable as possible and being there for him, just to pet him and tell him how special he was.

The day before we had to put him down, we let him go (supervised) outside. He was very weak but one of his favorite little pleasures was to roll around in the grass in the sunshine.We were there with him while he enjoyed the sun. The next day we knew something was very wrong. He didn't purr, but rather made this weak squeaky sound. My husband later said he heard Thor cry out in pain, like someone stepping on a cat's tail over and over again. That was it - the moment we had been dreading. He had to take him because I just collapsed. Looking back, I feel awful that I couldn't be there with him, but I would've been an absolute train wreck.

My husband brought Thor's body back, and I wrapped him up in his favorite blanket. We buried him under a forsynthia bush in the back yard - the first to bloom in the spring. We made a little memorial stone for him and I got a little sculpted fat cat laying on its back to serve as a marker.

I dearly hope that we get to see our pets again one day. Because I will hug him and never let go.  It has been over a year now and I still think about him every day.

A few months later, we opened our home to another big, sweet black kitty -- this one named Storm.  He was just a handful when we got him, but today he's a big, fluffy, silly love machine who adores the small tract in the window and shoving his face down in it and falling asleep like that.  Cats are weird sometimes.

These anniversaries are so hard. My dear ginger tabby Milo crossed the bridge on Dec 13 four years ago and it still hurts. I hope Storm brings you comfort today. What a sweet goof with his face in the window track!

I am so sorry about Thor. Re-living those last few hours is always so painful. Our minds play tricks on us, we always wonder if we could have done more, if we should have let them go sooner, hoping they knew our actions were actions based on love and compassion. I hope your strongest memories are of better days with him.

So sorry about Thor...I understand your feelings, been there and still hurt.

Sending you hugs and prayers...

These anniversaries can be so difficult.  Yesterday was the six year anniversary of losing my first cat--I still miss her, but it's true that the pain eventually subsides, and I remember more of the good times with my little girl.  I hope the same happens for you as time goes on.  

Time is the only thing that helps to ease the pain of losing such a valued family member. We will always remember them and keep them close in that special place in our hearts. We loved and cared for them as long as we could, their time on this earth is much too short. They would never want us to be so sad when remembering them, so try to celebrate the wonderful times you shared, and know he loved you so much in return. Take care......

I'm so sorry for your loss.  I am happy to here that you opened your home - and your hearts - to Storm.  Him being a handful at first was probably a blessing in disguise.  I found a stray kitten with a broken leg only a week after I lost my beloved dog.  Having someone in need of love and constant attention helped to take my mind off the unbearable grief.  Bless you. 

I'm sorry for your loss of Thor. Time makes the pain less acute,and having a new feline companion also helps to ease it,especially when they're a bit of a handful.