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Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly. In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories. Your love is still our guide. And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the Chain will link again.
-Ron Tranme
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Whiskers was my beloved cat for 13 years and there is not one day that goes by that I don't think of him. Whiskers was adopted from the Denver Dumb Friends League in Denver, CO on July 23, 1997. I walked into the animal shelter knowing I wanted a cat. I looked at all the adult cats in the shelter but I decided I wanted a kitten. I was with an adoption counselor and she took me to the area where they had all the kittens. I saw them each lying on a small rug in the area they where in and and the lady went in the room to point out which one that I liked. Problem was that all the kittens had their backs towards me and I could not see their faces. Then the adoption counselor crouched down and pointed at each of them and I wasn't to sure which one I wanted so I shook my head no at a few. Then she pointed to the one black and white kitten that was lying on a yellow rug and I shook my head yes but still unsure because I could not see the face. Then she picked up the kitten and put him over her shoulder and turned around to walk out the door. I had seen the face that soon would be my beloved friend and I knew I picked the right one. Then I remember I was taken to another room with the kitten to play with and see. I got to pet him and pick him up and I knew he was perfect for me. Then he started to smell the room we were in and he went under a desk and came out a few seconds later swating a golf ball with his paws that he found, it was the most cutest thing. He looked almost 3-months-old so the shelter gave him a birth date of May 4th or 5th. His name that was given to him by the shelter was Caraway but I thought of the name Whiskers when he was in the car with me in the back seat going home. He came into my life just two days before my 7th birthday and it really was the best birthday gift ever. Whiskers was the most beautiful, sweet, loving cat I could have ever asked for and I feel so lucky to had have him in my life.
When he was 13-years-old I noticed something strange was going on with him in late September 2010. He began to lose weight and his behavior was different. At first I did not think anything of the weight loss because he was at an old age but it became a concern when he would start to sleep in different places and he would always eat but still kept losing weight. He lost half of his body weight and was really all skin and bones. I took him to the vet on October 29, 2010 and that is where it was discovered that he had an abdominal tumor below his ribcage, this explained the rapid weight loss and his behavior. We were told he would not live any longer than a month...I was completely devastated and I could not believe this was happening to him. A surgical procedure could remove the tumor but the vet said he would not be a very good candidate for surgery because he was too weak and there may be a chance he may die from the surgery. There was nothing we could do but to take him home and just spend the time I would have left of him. I cared for him and let him have anything he wanted to have. It was very difficult to watch him suffer through this, he was hungry all the time and no matter how much he ate he never was full.
On November 17, 2010, I took him back to the vet to see how the cancer progressed and there the vet found that a second tumor has grown next to the first one. It just kept getting worse but at the same time Whiskers still had some energy left in him. I thought he would at least make it by Thanksgiving but I didn't think he would until Chirtmas.
On November 19, 2010 early morning I found him by the front door of the house and I saw he was having a seizure. I was scared and in tears and I knew that was it for him. I picked him up and he was very limp, I kissed him and told him I love him and I was sorry that I had to make him go away. He was rushed to the animal hospital were he was given fluids and oxygen. As I was waiting for any news on his condition, another vet rushed out looking for the owners of Whiskers and then she found me and told me his heart rate was dropping and they are trying to get him to breathe but it was not working and that he would soon go any minute. They took me to the back were they were working on him and I saw him. I saw his eyes and that look he had in his eyes will haunt me forever. He had this empty look in his eyes and he looked like he had already gone. I had to make the choice to put him to sleep because I couldn't let him suffer any longer. They took me to another room where they put him in my arms and as I held him he inhaled and exhaled a heavy breath and I kissed his face and petted him. Then the vet gave him the shot to put him to sleep. He died in my arms around 5:55AM. Afterwards I held him for awhile and told him I loved him and kissed him for the last time. His death was so unbearable I wasn't to sure if I would even make it. When he died apart of me died that day as well.
If he was here today he would be 14 and I think of all the memories of him and I know that he is in a better place free from all the pain he was in. I know one day I will see him again and he is my very own angel now. I will always love and miss him, death cannot take away how much I love him. He will always be my baby.
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Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly. In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you. You did not go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories. Your love is still our guide. And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same, but as God calls us one by one, the Chain will link again.
-Ron Tranme
~~~*~~~
Whiskers was my beloved cat for 13 years and there is not one day that goes by that I don't think of him. Whiskers was adopted from the Denver Dumb Friends League in Denver, CO on July 23, 1997. I walked into the animal shelter knowing I wanted a cat. I looked at all the adult cats in the shelter but I decided I wanted a kitten. I was with an adoption counselor and she took me to the area where they had all the kittens. I saw them each lying on a small rug in the area they where in and and the lady went in the room to point out which one that I liked. Problem was that all the kittens had their backs towards me and I could not see their faces. Then the adoption counselor crouched down and pointed at each of them and I wasn't to sure which one I wanted so I shook my head no at a few. Then she pointed to the one black and white kitten that was lying on a yellow rug and I shook my head yes but still unsure because I could not see the face. Then she picked up the kitten and put him over her shoulder and turned around to walk out the door. I had seen the face that soon would be my beloved friend and I knew I picked the right one. Then I remember I was taken to another room with the kitten to play with and see. I got to pet him and pick him up and I knew he was perfect for me. Then he started to smell the room we were in and he went under a desk and came out a few seconds later swating a golf ball with his paws that he found, it was the most cutest thing. He looked almost 3-months-old so the shelter gave him a birth date of May 4th or 5th. His name that was given to him by the shelter was Caraway but I thought of the name Whiskers when he was in the car with me in the back seat going home. He came into my life just two days before my 7th birthday and it really was the best birthday gift ever. Whiskers was the most beautiful, sweet, loving cat I could have ever asked for and I feel so lucky to had have him in my life.
When he was 13-years-old I noticed something strange was going on with him in late September 2010. He began to lose weight and his behavior was different. At first I did not think anything of the weight loss because he was at an old age but it became a concern when he would start to sleep in different places and he would always eat but still kept losing weight. He lost half of his body weight and was really all skin and bones. I took him to the vet on October 29, 2010 and that is where it was discovered that he had an abdominal tumor below his ribcage, this explained the rapid weight loss and his behavior. We were told he would not live any longer than a month...I was completely devastated and I could not believe this was happening to him. A surgical procedure could remove the tumor but the vet said he would not be a very good candidate for surgery because he was too weak and there may be a chance he may die from the surgery. There was nothing we could do but to take him home and just spend the time I would have left of him. I cared for him and let him have anything he wanted to have. It was very difficult to watch him suffer through this, he was hungry all the time and no matter how much he ate he never was full.
On November 17, 2010, I took him back to the vet to see how the cancer progressed and there the vet found that a second tumor has grown next to the first one. It just kept getting worse but at the same time Whiskers still had some energy left in him. I thought he would at least make it by Thanksgiving but I didn't think he would until Chirtmas.
On November 19, 2010 early morning I found him by the front door of the house and I saw he was having a seizure. I was scared and in tears and I knew that was it for him. I picked him up and he was very limp, I kissed him and told him I love him and I was sorry that I had to make him go away. He was rushed to the animal hospital were he was given fluids and oxygen. As I was waiting for any news on his condition, another vet rushed out looking for the owners of Whiskers and then she found me and told me his heart rate was dropping and they are trying to get him to breathe but it was not working and that he would soon go any minute. They took me to the back were they were working on him and I saw him. I saw his eyes and that look he had in his eyes will haunt me forever. He had this empty look in his eyes and he looked like he had already gone. I had to make the choice to put him to sleep because I couldn't let him suffer any longer. They took me to another room where they put him in my arms and as I held him he inhaled and exhaled a heavy breath and I kissed his face and petted him. Then the vet gave him the shot to put him to sleep. He died in my arms around 5:55AM. Afterwards I held him for awhile and told him I loved him and kissed him for the last time. His death was so unbearable I wasn't to sure if I would even make it. When he died apart of me died that day as well.
If he was here today he would be 14 and I think of all the memories of him and I know that he is in a better place free from all the pain he was in. I know one day I will see him again and he is my very own angel now. I will always love and miss him, death cannot take away how much I love him. He will always be my baby.
