Thank you for all your condolences

The outpouring of love, support and sympathy I received yesterday after I told you about the passing of my beautiful Buffy overwhelmed me. And I can’t begin thank you all for that.
Yesterday was a difficult day as you can imagine.
And the difficulty was compounded by the fact that I needed to go in for a biopsy in the afternoon.
Let me tell you. The last thing you want to do six hours after your cat dies is have a biopsy. First of all, I was an emotional wreck. Second of all, the biopsy hurt like hell.
All-in-all, not a good day.
So when I got home from the specialist and saw all the lovely comments both here and at PatriotRetort.com’s Facebook page – not to mention the emails — I felt so much better.
Thank you. Times a thousand. Thank you.
We’re still mourning here at Casa Dianny — especially Willow. She is having a tough time adjusting to the absence of her sister.
But they were very close.

When I got home from the doctor’s office, Willow wouldn’t leave my side. She followed me everywhere – the bathroom, the kitchen, my office, the living room. When I finally settled down on the couch to rest (the biopsy was painful as hell), she parked herself on my stomach and wouldn’t move. It was as if I grew a furry, purry appendage.
So rather than leave her alone overnight, I did something I have never done in the eleven years we’ve lived in this house. I opened the child gate on the landing to the second floor so Willow could come upstairs to sleep in the bedroom with me and the dog.
Silly cat. For years that goofball has been wanting to get past that gate. She stands at the gate and screams her ever-loving head off every time I go upstairs for something. And if I don’t latch the gate behind me when I do, she pushes it open and tries to sneak upstairs Ninja-style. But last night when I flung the gate open for her, what does she do?
Nothing.
I’m calling her and calling her. But instead of Ninja-sneaking up the stairs, she stood on the landing in front of the open gate and screamed her ever-loving head off.
Cats, man. They are so odd.
But she came up eventually. Around midnight, I woke up with Willow sleeping next to my head.
I figure by Monday she’ll be used to the new routine and won’t act so schizo at bedtime.
Any old how.
Again, let me say thank you.
Thank you so much for helping us get through this sad time.
Losing a pet is always hard. You guys definitely helped ease that. And I am so very grateful.
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Cats are awesome (like dogs)!
Pets are the best and losing them is the worst.
Such pretty little girls.
Dear Girl,
Been there, done that and I get what you’re feeling.
Hurts like blazes.
Bless you dear Dianny, and I PRAY that your health problems
are successfully “deleted”.
Dianny, so so sorry for your loss. They burrow their furry little paws into our heart and leave a gaping hole when they leave. I hope you’re able to get extra lovin’ from Willow and your sweet pup. The girls are beautiful – please post a picture of your dog.
I hope you’re feeling better after your biopsy. Boy, the timing of that was rough. You know we’re thinking of you and giving you love and strength to help you through this difficult time.
Your Buffy looks a great deal like my Buddy Bandit (Budski for short). The Bandit part comes from his “Lone Ranger” mask.
Dianny, I have rescued close to 20 dogs and many cats over the last several years … and no matter how many times I’ve had to say “goodbye” it has never failed to leave me with an empty place inside, and … I’ll not lie, often wracked with sobs.
I say all of that to tell you … I know exactly how you feel.
The only comfort I can offer is a story about 2 unlikely friends. One of my rescues was a Newfy, named Spike (Spiker the Biker) . When fully grown, he was 170 pounds. His best friend on this earth was “Miss Kitty” , a grey ball of fluff that probably weighed 5 pounds max. She was 5 when Spike entered her house.
For 14 years, they were inseparable … miss Kitty napped under Spikes chin, between those massive paws. (How she wasn’t crushed, I know not).
The morning came when Spike didn’t wake up. I cried and buried him in our pet graveyard. Miss Kitty was lost. One week later Miss Kitty crawled up into the laundry basket, and went to sleep for the last time on this earth.
I know from Miss Kitty and Spike, that our furred friend feel the same love and attachment that we feel.
I know that Buffy loved you as much as you loved Buffy …(maybe more).
I’m so sorry, Dianny. Buffy looks like a very sweet kitty. That’s an adorable picture of her and her sister.
we humans invest great amounts of ourselves into those fellow travellers we choose to share our lives with…. they loose us and never fill that spot…. we loose our friend and can never fill that spot either…. till you meet again… savor each moment you shared….