It’s so hard to let go of the loss of a true family member! I was not a cat person until our move down here. The feral and otherwise tame ones (that we knew were abandoned) started showing up. One who we named Bub, was a Siamese mix cat. He grew to 19lbs. He hated going to the vet’s! And that was an understatement! We thought maybe we should get a home vet, as we thought he would feel more comfortable, NOT! He sounded like a Bobcat, being attacked by a Panther, attacking a Lion!🦁 As time went on I knew he was a part of the family and I lost it when he didn’t sneak out of the closet where he loved to nap! I know what you’re feeling and I wish you the comfort you need!
💙💜💙 it’s always sad when they leave. Beautiful cat!! We can’t go around the sad part. We can only live sad until we replace that sad with more happiness. I have a graveyard full of cats in my yard. I remember the love. 💜🥹💖
May 23 will be one year since we lost our beautiful little Torby, Puddles. She was the fourth baby my wife and I have lost together. Our Charlie remains at 6 years old and most likely our last furry baby. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Thank you for sharing.🙏
What a touching tribute for a precious spirit. I’m so sorry for your loss. The love you and Maisy shared comes through so clearly—thank you for sharing her story with such honesty and heart. Wishing you peace and comfort as you grieve.
What a beautiful tribute to your precious Maisy. I am so very sorry for your loss! I am sure she was so happy you were her mommy! She sounds like such a special little soul. I think our paths cross with each animal that comes into our life for a reason, and it's beautiful to read about your special journey with her. Thank you for sharing her story. ❤️
As a certified cat lady/Mom, I feel your grief! It is so hard to lose them. We can be thankful the end was peaceful and in a favorite space. With love, wishing you peace and beautiful memories.
What a lovely letter for such a precious soul entering her next chapter. Sending healing light to you & all who's lives were touched by little Maisy. 💜
I wasn't sure I could read this but I wanted to try. I am so sorry Melissa. I have never been shy or afraid of death and I don't necessarily think I am now I just face an awful lot of it and because of my metastatic cancer diagnosis thinking about losing Tails cuts me deeply. Really can't go there very well. I deal better with planning and thinking about my own death than I do his.
Crying again. I wish I could put my feelings of animal loss in such a beautiful way as you do. My daughter moved back up here to the Seattle area to live with me and my animal crew after 18 years scrapping in LA. She brought her daughter, a tortie that looks like Maisy , who is the sassiest cat ever! My daughter takes her thru the cray machines at airports and she doesn’t make a peep for the entire trip. And when she gets home she has a LOT to say! (Her name is peeps because when she was dumped at my daughter’s habitat work site, she was so tiny and scrawny that she sounded like a little chick!). Torties are kind of their own species! Thank you for sharing this story!
It’s so hard to let go of the loss of a true family member! I was not a cat person until our move down here. The feral and otherwise tame ones (that we knew were abandoned) started showing up. One who we named Bub, was a Siamese mix cat. He grew to 19lbs. He hated going to the vet’s! And that was an understatement! We thought maybe we should get a home vet, as we thought he would feel more comfortable, NOT! He sounded like a Bobcat, being attacked by a Panther, attacking a Lion!🦁 As time went on I knew he was a part of the family and I lost it when he didn’t sneak out of the closet where he loved to nap! I know what you’re feeling and I wish you the comfort you need!
💙💜💙 it’s always sad when they leave. Beautiful cat!! We can’t go around the sad part. We can only live sad until we replace that sad with more happiness. I have a graveyard full of cats in my yard. I remember the love. 💜🥹💖
May 23 will be one year since we lost our beautiful little Torby, Puddles. She was the fourth baby my wife and I have lost together. Our Charlie remains at 6 years old and most likely our last furry baby. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Thank you for sharing.🙏
What a touching tribute for a precious spirit. I’m so sorry for your loss. The love you and Maisy shared comes through so clearly—thank you for sharing her story with such honesty and heart. Wishing you peace and comfort as you grieve.
What a beautiful tribute to your precious Maisy. I am so very sorry for your loss! I am sure she was so happy you were her mommy! She sounds like such a special little soul. I think our paths cross with each animal that comes into our life for a reason, and it's beautiful to read about your special journey with her. Thank you for sharing her story. ❤️
As a certified cat lady/Mom, I feel your grief! It is so hard to lose them. We can be thankful the end was peaceful and in a favorite space. With love, wishing you peace and beautiful memories.
What a lovely letter for such a precious soul entering her next chapter. Sending healing light to you & all who's lives were touched by little Maisy. 💜
Heartfelt tribute to a beautiful and sweet girl! 💕Thanks for sharing. My sincere and deepest condolence 💔Maisy Moo’s love will live forever ❤️
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I wasn't sure I could read this but I wanted to try. I am so sorry Melissa. I have never been shy or afraid of death and I don't necessarily think I am now I just face an awful lot of it and because of my metastatic cancer diagnosis thinking about losing Tails cuts me deeply. Really can't go there very well. I deal better with planning and thinking about my own death than I do his.
Crying again. I wish I could put my feelings of animal loss in such a beautiful way as you do. My daughter moved back up here to the Seattle area to live with me and my animal crew after 18 years scrapping in LA. She brought her daughter, a tortie that looks like Maisy , who is the sassiest cat ever! My daughter takes her thru the cray machines at airports and she doesn’t make a peep for the entire trip. And when she gets home she has a LOT to say! (Her name is peeps because when she was dumped at my daughter’s habitat work site, she was so tiny and scrawny that she sounded like a little chick!). Torties are kind of their own species! Thank you for sharing this story!