No more pussy jokes........
Jan 25th 2008, 8:15 pm
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No more pussy jokes........
Yesterday was a very sad day for me, after 19 years I had to have my beloved Bennie put to sleep, since collecting him from the cattery on the 9th Jan he had not been the same boy. On Monday I notice he had two soft lumps either side of his body, I took him to the vets who said he had heart failure that was causing fluid on the lungs. The vet gave him a couple of jabs and said bring him back in 24 hours which I did, although some of the fluid had gone there was still a lot remaining and his heart was no stronger. After much heart searching and weighing up others factors such as muscle spasms of the back legs that were very distressing to him there really was no other choice.
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
Jan 25th 2008, 9:00 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
Yesterday was a very sad day for me, after 19 years I had to have my beloved Bennie put to sleep, since collecting him from the cattery on the 9th Jan he had not been the same boy. On Monday I notice he had two soft lumps either side of his body, I took him to the vets who said he had heart failure that was causing fluid on the lungs. The vet gave him a couple of jabs and said bring him back in 24 hours which I did, although some of the fluid had gone there was still a lot remaining and his heart was no stronger. After much heart searching and weighing up others factors such as muscle spasms of the back legs that were very distressing to him there really was no other choice.
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
Jan 25th 2008, 9:19 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
Ours expired christmas day before last ........ bit of a shock getting a call from the cat sitter at 8 am Christmas Day. Your cats dead, Happy Christmas.
Jan 25th 2008, 10:04 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
Yesterday was a very sad day for me, after 19 years I had to have my beloved Bennie put to sleep, since collecting him from the cattery on the 9th Jan he had not been the same boy. On Monday I notice he had two soft lumps either side of his body, I took him to the vets who said he had heart failure that was causing fluid on the lungs. The vet gave him a couple of jabs and said bring him back in 24 hours which I did, although some of the fluid had gone there was still a lot remaining and his heart was no stronger. After much heart searching and weighing up others factors such as muscle spasms of the back legs that were very distressing to him there really was no other choice.
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
Last night I could not sleep, I just kept thinking that I had taken his life, I know in my heart it was for the best but my head keeps telling different. I lay in bed thinking just how spoilt that boy was, he took up all the room on the bed, had the best seat in the front room in front of the fire, and sprawled out on the sofa in the conservatory during those long hot hazy days of summer.
For breakfast he enjoyed a nice bowl of yogurt, lunch usually consisted of a few prawns and fillet of Merluz follow by after tea of a small bowl of ice cold milk or double cream. Before going to bed he would sit by his bowl in the kitchen waiting for his favorite meal of the day, chicken livers cooked in the best Jerez sherry finely chopped as he had only a few teeth left. I heard him meow at least three times during the night and half expected him to jump up onto the bed and demand his place of honor.
This morning I found this little story my daughter wrote when she was 10 a couple of years after Bennie arrived with his brother Dibble it's called
My Favourite Animal
"My favourite animal is a cat. I have three cats. Their names are Jerry who is the eldest Bennie and Dibble who are only two years old. They both came form the same litter of kittens. I like cats because they are friendly and like to be petted. My cats make me laugh when they fight. They fight over their dinners. Dibble like crisps and when I have a packet he comes and sits on my lap and tries to take them. When we first got Bennie he use to run into the front room and bang into the wall he would bounce off, run and then run into the radiator. My mum says this must of knocked some sense into him. We got Jerry when I was three years old he also likes crisp."
Bennie know has his place of honor under a tree in our garden that I lovenly call "The Angel Tree" because the flowers remind me of an angel's trumpet, I can see it from the kitchen when I am preparing dinner, also from the sofa in the conservatory when I am sitting have my afternoon tea. He, like my three other cats will alway be in my thoughts, for the record my first cat was called Pushkin and died at the age of 11 after he ate next doors budgie
So sorry Crispy to hear about your babe - loads of love and hugs to you - i felt the same way when id had one of our other dogs put down - she had cancer and was really poorly - i took her to the vets she knew what was happening coz she licked my face as though to say come on now enough is enough just let me go. It is more selfish to keep them alive for our own purposes so you did the right thing hes not suffering now.
Love Sam xxxx
Last edited by Sam Greenfield; Jan 25th 2008 at 10:18 pm.
Jan 25th 2008, 10:15 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
I am so sorry that there will be no more pussy jokes.....................
Jan 25th 2008, 10:25 pm
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Jan 25th 2008, 10:30 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
I have just come in from a very muted Burns night....................all very odd, normally I organise it and its a hoot, but because everyone thought I would be dead this year no one did a thing!
Jan 25th 2008, 10:41 pm
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Re: No more pussy jokes........
Typical, you two hijacking my sensitive thread...it's good to see things don't change on here
Jan 25th 2008, 10:44 pm
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