tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post2389601356493512689..comments2023-10-31T10:59:03.023-04:00Comments on INKSPOT Crime Fiction Blog | A Place for Mystery, Mayhem, Writing and Life: Goodbye, Old FriendLinda O. Johnstonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01512430135042480450noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-11837979909780327112007-06-22T07:20:00.000-04:002007-06-22T07:20:00.000-04:00Edith Ann was my cat. I still miss her after all t...Edith Ann was my cat. I still miss her after all these years. I am so sorry for your loss!G.M. Malliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13805971625496094303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-49765645983339835842007-06-21T19:19:00.000-04:002007-06-21T19:19:00.000-04:00Thank you all for the stories about your beloved p...Thank you all for the stories about your beloved pets. They made me smile. I especially love all the pet names listed here. You are a very creative bunch - no doubt about that! Every day will get better, I know. This evening, I looked around for Griffin because I had a roast chicken breast for dinner - one of his favorites. I've got to get used to his absence. I'd love to rescue another animal, so maybe after some time has passed I'll post of photo of a new friend. Sweet dreams to all of you and may dreams of fat, slow mice and dog bones bigger than houses fill the minds of your pets tonight...jbstanleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05839153589205692508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-15617775005144488392007-06-21T18:00:00.000-04:002007-06-21T18:00:00.000-04:00JB, I'm so sorry. I've lost two cats. Lammie was...JB, I'm so sorry. I've lost two cats. Lammie was a beautiful Seal Point, who knew she was queen of the household, and would display herself with crossed paws on the back of the couch for the whole world to see. My favorite Marmalade story is about the day I cuddled him too long, he was tired of it, and he raised both paws, and slapped both my cheeks. I miss them so much, and I still expect to see them around the house.<BR/><BR/>I have four cats now. Each one is special, and when Dickens crawled into my lap this morning, pushing the laptop out of the way, I cuddled him. He snuggled down and purred, as no laptop will ever do. I know when it's time to give up the computer and spend time with the cats.Lesahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12946133849271512083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-63873777893772067332007-06-21T12:50:00.000-04:002007-06-21T12:50:00.000-04:00Alas. So sad!Alas. So sad!Bill Cameronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04796321136771189464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-74666846598156444142007-06-21T12:10:00.000-04:002007-06-21T12:10:00.000-04:00JB, so sorry to hear about your kitty. I had thre...JB, so sorry to hear about your kitty. I had three cats when I got married, and then about fifteen years later I began losing them all to old age in quick succession, and that's like losing a part of your own life.Julia Buckleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270211923343731659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-55814216276298073852007-06-21T11:28:00.000-04:002007-06-21T11:28:00.000-04:00JB, I understand what you're going through. I made...JB, I understand what you're going through. I made that trip to the vet a number of years ago with my old friend, Figaro, a beautiful, long-hair Persian who grew too old to feed or clean himself. I was so distraught, I could not speak to the vet. I sat in the parking lot afterwards and cried. We spend years loving Figaro and all he did was love us back. It broke my heart. But his quality of life had deteriorated to below what I felt he deserved. He became an old man--senile and helpless. I still miss him.<BR/><BR/>My thoughts are with you.Joe Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00028401465567502250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-75889877110865617862007-06-21T10:49:00.000-04:002007-06-21T10:49:00.000-04:00I feel your pain. I lost my best friend Border Col...I feel your pain. I lost my best friend Border Collie in February. Thanks for sharing.Deb Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11553920518121536568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-62753865407564661192007-06-21T10:28:00.000-04:002007-06-21T10:28:00.000-04:00I'm so sorry for your loss! He sounds like a wonde...I'm so sorry for your loss! He sounds like a wonderful kitty. There is a Native American belief that when we die, the animals we've had in our life are at the bridge and get to decide whether we pass into the spirit world. It sounds like you'll be getting a couple teeny thumbs up.<BR/><BR/>My cat, Zoso, is 18. Thanks for giving me a reason to love him that much more.Jessica Loureyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11157662092822156124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-62931005289960551052007-06-21T09:49:00.000-04:002007-06-21T09:49:00.000-04:00I lost a dog and a cat in the last year...I got no...I lost a dog and a cat in the last year...I got no problem believing the seriousness of the grief...<BR/><BR/>No matter how long they live its never long enough.<BR/><BR/>Hang in there.Tom Schreckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01050914130524851863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-78274313933991777322007-06-21T09:45:00.000-04:002007-06-21T09:45:00.000-04:00As soon as I finished reading your blog, I wrangle...As soon as I finished reading your blog, I wrangled up B and Raffi and gaved them hugs until they meowed in protest.<BR/><BR/>I've never lost an animal like this, but years ago I had to give one away because of a move and never got over it. For a long time after, I would wake up expecting to see her curled up at the end of my bed. When I was able to have pets again, I made sure I adopted them from a loving family that had to give them up and I make sure they know they are well cared for, even now, 3 years later.<BR/><BR/>Our hearts go out to you over your loss, JB.<BR/><BR/>From B, Raffi and Sue Ann (who also lives with shredded tissue and hair in her water glass, and wouldn't have it any other way).Sue Ann Jaffarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09984054116933714621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-75877226565351252482007-06-21T09:18:00.000-04:002007-06-21T09:18:00.000-04:00Sorry to hear about your loss.I didn't grow up wit...Sorry to hear about your loss.<BR/><BR/>I didn't grow up with pets, but have had two dogs as an adult. When we had to put Ralph down because of cancer (he was a black Labrador/Chesapeake Bay mix) it was heartbreaking. As I commented to people: of course I'm upset. He was a good friend and I liked him a lot better than most human beings I've met.<BR/><BR/>He was also smart. When we got home from work he would nudge open the bi-fold doors to one of our closets, pick up his leash in his mouth and bring it to us.<BR/><BR/>My current chocolate Lab (well, caramel colored, actually), Frodo, isn't quite that smart, but he's a real sweetheart.Mark Terryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09410424046477699059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529128955266044151.post-48677667149288869342007-06-21T08:17:00.000-04:002007-06-21T08:17:00.000-04:00I am so sorry for your loss, JB! Although I write...I am so sorry for your loss, JB! Although I write a mystery series starring a dog (a diva dog, to be precise), I love felines and canines equally and daily treasure the texture they add to our lives. <BR/><BR/>Your post inspired me to share a tribute I wrote five years ago when I lost my feisty male Siamese, Endo; he was named, incidentally, for the marvelous Japanese novelist. The other names in the tribute belong to additional animals I shared my life with at the time of Endo's death. Here goes:<BR/><BR/>Remembering Endo<BR/>October 26, 1988 to May 30, 2002<BR/><BR/>The best player cat who ever lived. <BR/>He could be It in a game of tag or win at Hide and Seek. <BR/>He literally flipped for feather toys. <BR/>He drowned toy mice in his water bowl. <BR/>He could snort like a crazed pig or cry like an infant.<BR/>He learned to handle the outside world . . . <BR/>although he spent two days sulking in the basement utility room <BR/>of a high-rise apartment building,<BR/>and years later was locked for three days in a neighbor’s barn in Michigan.<BR/>(Both times N thought he was dead.)<BR/>He never wanted human food <BR/>possibly because his partner Talley always wanted human food.<BR/>He passionately loved Talley and was charmed by Lola.<BR/>He tolerated Schoodic and despised Oreo—except when they were both so tired they could share a couch. <BR/>He intimidated dogs without half-trying.<BR/>He never forgot a two-legger who made a fuss over him. <BR/>And--human male competition notwithstanding--he always, always coveted N’s breasts. <BR/><BR/>God bless the creatures who grace our days.<BR/>They bring out the best that is human in us.<BR/><BR/>Nina Wright<BR/>Whiskey and TonicNina Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01951320004034298217noreply@blogger.com