So, in our neighborhood live no more than 10 people and we all know each other. One of my neighbors has two cats. This summer, one of the two started running around our house and eventually, since the guy travels a bit for work and is rarely home, my father and I started to come inside our place and hang out there, she even started sleeping in our living room when the weather got cold.
During winter, we found this cat had a sister, and the other cat started hanging out in our house as well. I saw the other one rarely, she liked to stay at his owner’s place more often. The other one basically has been sleeping at our place for months now and every night she comes inside.
Still, I had gotten really attached to the other one. I liked her attitude better, she was more playful and cuddly, and so on.
A few weeks ago I had a weird nightmare. Basically I dreamt that someone had abducted the cat and was beating, mistreating it etc. When I woke up I realized I hadn’t seen the cat for a few days.
15 days or so go by, and every night I see the first cat coming in but nothing about the other one.
Today I bumped into the owner and spoke to him, and found out that… The missing cat passed away a few days ago. She was just a puppy, didn’t die of old age. The guy said she might have eaten something poisoned. It was so heart breaking. I had never had a pet and this was the first time I got attached to an animal, and I couldn’t help but cry a few hours later thinking about it.
Luckily, I took a video of the cat while I was playing with it a month ago. At least I have a memory of it
This little 10 pounder, Ginger, was always down for a walk. Pug/chihuahua/shi tzu mix. Slept in my bed with me. Two weeks before her 11th birthday, she ran from my daughter’s mom after doing her bathroom business. After work that day, I spent 4 days searching for her. I got calls from 2 people that saw the signs we put up. They told me what happened. They chased after her on the interstate ramp, where she was hit by a car. A week later, I found where she was taken to–a pet cremation service. Still there. I went, first thing that next morning. I petted her, prayed and cried over her, and did not want to leave. The people at the crematory were awesome, and had my business. It was a good two months before I could talk about her without breaking down. Around that time, we adopted a rescue dog. I still miss that little shit, though.
Losing a pet is always hard, doubly so under tragic conditions. I’m sorry for your loss. On the upside, your rescue now has a good, healthy life to look forward to!
Any of you guys have any experience bringing a pet dog into the US? I really want to bring my pet dog here in the near future. She’s a golden retriever, so she’s not small
That’s awesome.