Boater wrote in news:6p5f9kF6evqrU1
@mid.individual.net:

I lost a friend...



My deepest condolences and sympathy - I've been there, and it hurts like
hell.

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...


My deepest sympathy.

On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater
wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

My condolences.
You really don't know what you've had until it's gone.

--Vic

Jim Willemin wrote:
Boater wrote in news:6p5f9kF6evqrU1
@mid.individual.net:

I lost a friend...



My deepest condolences and sympathy - I've been there, and it hurts like
hell.


Thanks. This is not the first pet we've lost and it won't be the last.
It sure does not get easier.

Vic Smith wrote:
On Wed, 26 Nov 2008 12:28:23 -0500, Boater
wrote:

I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

My condolences.
You really don't know what you've had until it's gone.

--Vic


Isn't that the truth.

Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.


Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg


We have a skinny assed 16.5 year old cat that is loosing weight by the
day. This cat grew up with a German Shepard Dog. The GSD came into the
house on a Thursday and the very next day the cat entered our house,
both 8 weeks old. The two grew up together and by the time they were a
year old the GSD was 110 lbs and the cat was 16 lbs. The two got along
very well, even sleeping together.

We had to put the GSD down when his hips started to disintegrate and he
developed fist sized nerve ending tumors on about a daily basis.

Our cat used to be the stud of the neighborhood. But, in the last few
years the younger cats have taken over and he rarely goes outside. He
just stares out the window watching the world go by thinking of what
used to be.

Even though I am an avowed dog person I still make a point to make this
cat's life as easy as possible.

On Nov 26, 12:28*pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. *We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sucks man, sorry to hear that.. Cool looking cat...

wrote:
On Nov 26, 12:28 pm, Boater wrote:
I lost a friend...

We had to put Casper down yesterday. He was my wonderful pure white cat.

Casper was 22 years old, and he had a great life, once he adopted us 14
years ago in Florida.

He belonged, sort of, to a neighbor across a backyard fence who provided
him with a mean existence. The neighbor left him outside, day and night,
winter and summer, and sometimes without water or food. Casper was big
and tough, an alpha male, and he was frequently challenged by other
outdoor cats. He usually won the fights.

He wandered into our yard at one point, and came to the back door. My
wife gave him a meal and some water, which he wolfed down. A few days
latter, he saved the life of a kitten we were trying to get inside to
rescue. Another cat was about to kill the kitten. Casper drove the
attacker off.

Casper wandered into our garage. We set up a bed for him there, and
provided food and water, but left the garage door open a little so he
could come and go as he pleased. He seemed to be an outdoor cat and we
didn't want to change his life.

One day, the neighbor came looking for Casper, saw him sleeping in our
garage, and took him "home."

Twenty minutes later, Casper was back in our garage. I guess the
neighbor gave up, because we never saw him look for "his" cat again.
I felt no guilt at our "alienating the affections" of someone else's
cat. My feeling is that if you don't take proper care of your pets, you
don't deserve to have their presence.

The seasons were changing, it was getting cold, so we took Casper to the
vet for a checkup and shots. The vet said he was seven or eight years
old at that time. Casper moved indoors with us and lost all interest in
going outside. As with our other pets, the only time he was "outside"
was when he was taken to the vet for an annual checkup.

He was a wonderful, loving cat, a "great kisser," according to all the
ladies, a good companion and a loyal friend.

Casper had a good life. He lived a heck of a long time for a cat, and
really enjoyed his life of ease and comfort. At the end his liver
failed, the vet said there was nothing more to be done, so, to prevent
further suffering, we had him put to sleep.

I think the only thing worse than losing a spouse or a child is losing a
pet you loved.

If there is a cat heaven, Casper is up there, selecting his harem.

Here's a snap of my three guys, Casper on the left, on their catbed
couch, now, sadly, down to two guys:

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b2...0/62082de8.jpg

Sucks man, sorry to hear that.. Cool looking cat...


Thanks for your thoughts. We buried Casper this afternoon.

The three guys got along amazingly well. They enjoyed each other's
company. Last night, Cal, the "middle cat" in the photo (the Maine coon
cat) was wandering around the house, obviously looking for his buddy
Casper. He's still looking. Pretty sad.

"Boater" wrote in message
...


Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time, probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.



Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.

Don White wrote:
"Boater" wrote in message
...

Thanks. This particular cat was one of my favorites of all time, probably
because of his hard early life and how quickly he adopted us.



Our cat is really getting up there. She's at least 17 , very tiny and light.
We only feed her small portions of food at a time, otherwise she throws it
all up.
Vets can't seem to figure out what's wrong with her. as far as being so
small.
Plus side...she's a very pretty calico type cat with beautiful green eyes
for her size and does she ever like to 'rumble'.
If I pretend to grab her front paws, or make fast hand movements around her,
she's in full attack mode.
She still keeps the dog in it's place too...she'll drink out of his water
bowl while he stands rigid just feet from her like he's ready to pounce.
He lets her walk past and as soon as she gets on the stairs, he barks and
jumps around as if he chased her there. It's funny but can get tiresome when
it happens numerous during the day.
Sorry for your loss, we sure do get attached to the little rascals.






17 is up there for a cat. You're lucky. We were, too. Thanks for your
thoughts.