Widdercat had a very bad fall this morning and broke one of her back legs.
Surgery would’ve been too much for her poor body to contend with.
She died this afternoon.
She was one hundred years old.
Our hearts are broken.
Her favourite faceplant, in her favourite nest
Oh, I’m so sorry to read this. It’s so hard to let them go, but I do admire your willingness to ‘let her be.’
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The whole process had a surreal brutal beauty to it that has left both of us in shock. We really, really, hoped she’d drift off in her sleep, but it wasn’t to be.
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You had the gift of her presence, and gave her the gift of being there for her when she needed you. You can’t ask any more of a friend. My sympathies.
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Very true. Thanks Alicia.
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I am sorry for your loss.
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Thanks for your thoughts. They mean a great deal.
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How do such small beings leave such huge holes in our hearts when they leave? You said it when you said you were taking the time you had left with her one breath at a time.
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I don’t know either 😦 … one third of our family is missing.
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My sincerest condolences.
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Thanks Kris. Muchly appreciated.
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I’m sorry for the pain now and glad for the long life, full of love and warm sunny spots, before. Thinking of you.
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She was always finding new places to ‘nest’. We’d make it all comfy for those old bones, she’d hang out there for a few days or a week or two, then she’d find someplace new. I think it was a game for her – make the staffpersons earn their keep 🙂
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She wanted to keep your mental facilities sharp. 🙂 Old lady Cinnamon used to sleep by my head, and I still feel for her there sometimes when I’m half awake.
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Today was our first day back at work. Going through our morning routines without her was hard. I’m sure I heard her breakfast ‘Mrrrrrrp?’ a couple of times.
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I understand. The shadow that’s so much like the slip of a tail around the edge of a door. Even things like not having to wake up at 2:00 am to open another can because they won’t eat any other time…everything’s unexpectedly painful.
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I’m so sorry for your loss! Our furbabies never truly leave us though. {{{HUGS}}}
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No, they truly don’t 🙂
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Oh, no! I’m so very sorry. My deepest condolences. {{hug}}
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Thank you Erin.
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Sending warm healing hugs.
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Thanks, Karen. All hugs gratefully received.
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It breaks my heart to read this. May you find some peace in warm memories.
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Thanks … Right now memories are heartbreaking, but we know they’ll be something wonderful to look back on in a while.
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Oh, Widder, big, big hugs to you and the Missus. I wouldn’t be surprised if Widdercat is hanging out with Robin Williams right now.
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🙂 … I wouldn’t put it past either of ’em!
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A sad day to have your furry child make the trip to the rainbow bridge. But, she will wait for you there. Hugs and condolences to her surviving family members, and may her memories turn sweet quickly for you.
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Hiya K … thanks you so much for your kind thoughts.
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I’m glad she was there to enrich your life.
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Enriched, it certainly was. Thanks Winter.
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Aw, sorry to hear you lost Widdercat. 😦
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Thanks Ruth … we feel like we only just starting to come out of the grief fog now.
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I’m so sorry for your loss as well.
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Hiya Yvonne …. thanks, it’s getting easier with time.
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So sorry to hear of your loss. It’s so hard to lose those four-legged friends. She’ll always live on in your memories. And when you least expect it, those memories will bring a smile to brighten your days.
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Thank you. Those flashes have slowly switched from downright painful, to bitter-sweet … smiles are just around the corner, I’m sure 🙂
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