Your Pet Loss Stories

by Sean Osburn
(Saipan, Northern Mariana Islands, USA)

Near the end of April 2012 one of the local cats had 4 kittens in a very dirty place. When I found them most of them were infested with fleas and losing their hair. The runt of the 4 was small but looked the healthiest. I took him in because I could only try to save 1.

I took him home, fed him every day, slept beside him, bathed him (which he loved, he hated to be dirty). He was very smart and he loved me a lot. By the time he was 2 weeks old he knew his name and would come to me. He didn't want to be away from me at any time. He seemed to be doing great looking healthy and played.

Yesterday morning May 11 2012 he woke up but was very weak and lethargic. He didn't leave my side the whole day. That night he woke up giving a cry over and over and I knew he wasn't going to make it. I picked him up and held him, telling him I love him, kissing his head and telling him to fight it he could make it. He fought and fought but suffered more and more.

After 1 AM I was so sad to see him suffering I told him it's ok to go and not suffer any longer. In less than 10 seconds he took his last breath and died in my hands. I never left him to be alone the whole time even though it was so painful and I was crying the whole time.

After he went I put him in his favorite small pink bath towel placed him in his little bed and put him in his favorite place to sleep, beside me his papa on the bed. His last night above ground I didn't want him to be alone. The next morning I took him out to the trees behind my home and placed him in the ground covered him placed stones over him and a small ball I found as I was bringing him to his final place.

I'm not the average pet person. I'm a 6 foot 4 ex-biker who's 38 years old and about 270 pounds and never been a pet person but this little guy was something special and I still feel so empty now that he's gone. Papa loves his Tigger and misses him so much.