-- Mrs. Manley
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I've received many interesting responses to last Sunday's column about Tut the cat getting old.
I printed some on Wednesday and I need to share the rest because they all say something special about pets and about getting old. So any letters that don't fit in today's column will be posted in my blog on Monday at http://www.ibabuzz.com/garybogue.
Alice lived in 11 houses in three Australian states and two territories. She was sometimes an indoor cat, when we lived in the "bush" and snakes and deadly spiders were a problem, and sometimes a partial outdoor cat if we were lucky enough to have a well-fenced yard. She slept in our bed, until recently with her head on my pillow. I was her mother, no question about it, and she was given all the affection I needed to give my adult children on the other side of the world. I deeply understand how Blaze from Danville feels
Alice simply died from old age, not in pain, but following a seizure, and was held as she went by a loving embrace. She had the best possible life a cat could have, but as you and your readers well know, it is missing her that breaks my heart. I look forward to the day the ache becomes a warm fuzzy feeling.
A dear friend in Benicia just this morning sent me the link to your column about dear Tut, and I have read about him and Orlie with sadness, but with comfort, too. The pleasure these unconditionally loving animals give us is infinite, and will be part of us forever.
Thank you and your readers for being there, for me and each other. (Stephanie Strong, Queensland, Australia)
On Tuesday he couldn't move at all and my family had to make a very hard decision and we had to put him to sleep. I cried a lot but know he's not in pain and he had a happy life. We know it was best for him, but it's still painful.
My heart goes out to people who have to make difficult decisions like I did. Give Tut a kiss for me. I want to grow up to be a veterinarian and learn all about animals. (Darielle Wilk, Walnut Creek)
I had to write and encourage her to share her love with another cat. I lost my beloved Riley at age 19. He was my baby and I still miss him terribly, but I couldn't live without the love and laughter that cats give us. We have a new little boy, Toby, and he makes my heart sing again. It hurts terribly when they leave us, but the joy and love they share when they are here makes it worth the heartbreak.
After all, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." (Karin from Danville)
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