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    Goodbye Fangs...(Clifford)

    "Fangs" (AKA Clifford) came to our family when he was maybe 6 months old. Solid black, long haired and a throaty cry let you know he demanded something. If you had some meat, he'd be there rubbing against your legs and wouldn't quit till he got his "Share"

    Now, you'd think that a cat this spoiled would be "Family Protective" and not deal with strangers..Not a chance! This cat was our ambassador to our new neighbors and was always the first one to greet them and helped in "Breaking the ice" and getting the chat/friendship started.

    He felt the world was his and everyones home was HIS domicile if he choose to vist. Many was the time neighbors would say "He came over and hopped right into my lap" (Or someone elses) and then rubbed his head against them.

    They also became aware that to pet him, also required a towel as he'd DROOL like a river when he was stroked.

    But of course, it was his teeth that gave him his claim to fame. The front 2 have jutted out about 1" below his top lip. People always commented he had to be a "Throwback" the the ancient years of cats existence.

    About a month ago, he walked by me. That's when I noticed his tail was dragging...After a quick search on the web, I went to my neice (Original Owner) and gave her the sad news.

    Previously, another cat in our family had been attacked by something (There's been 15 cats mulitated in the area and so we suspect it was a human) and so, he lost his tail and neice has to pay $800 in vet bills.

    With tears in her eyes, she asked me to take him to the vet for his "Release" I agreed to do so, but before he goes, he shall have a feast, a full day of attention and a nice warm bowl of milk.

    Then, I shall take him to the vet and he shall be freed. I already have his grave prepared. He liked a tree in our yard to lay under in sun or shade.

    He's been "Ours" for over 16 years. Each one them better then before with his presence. I fear the upcoming ones without his laid back personality and friendship.

    I and the entire family shall miss you, our personal family ambassador.

    I hope there's a place for you in heaven. Catnip, warm sun and plenty of laps and willing hands to pet you.
    Goodbye my friend.

    #2
    Gosh, it is funny how close we are to them. I'm really sorry to hear this.
    "You once asked me for advice. You want some now? Never pass up a good thing." Lieutenant Jean Rasczak, Starship Troopers

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      #3
      I am really sorry to hear this. As a child, I lost *alot* of pets due to distemper (this was before a vaccine was available). It was hard then, just as it is now, to lose a pet. I would like to share a small story of loss and hope.

      About 3 years ago we adopted a puppy from a local pet store. The girls named the puppy Oreo because it had a smidge of white on his tail. Our vet thought Oreo was a Lab/Golden Retriever/Border Collie/German Shepherd mix (you get the picture). Oreo was very smart. When he wanted to go outside he would run up and begin licking you. If he wanted to go for a drive, he'd find our car keys and bring them to us. If he wanted a walk, he'd find his leash. When we rode bikes, he wanted to go too. We did everything right but get him fixed. One day he disappeared for three days and a neighbor called to let us know she had found Oreo. We brought a very tired Oreo back home and we thought that was the end of his roaming days.

      Oreo's best canine bud, Cooper, is allowed to roam lose. On October 8, 2004, we thought Oreo was in the house underneath the computer desk. The girls and I had to run errands and we left for 20-30 mins. On our way home we saw a State Trooper with its lights flashing just a few yards past the turnoff to our road.

      Cooper's owner came around and asked us if we knew where Oreo was. She said there was a dead dog on the highway that looked like Oreo. A quick check of the house made us all uneasy and we had to view the dog. When my husband came home later he picked up Oreo and we buried him. This happened on my youngest's birthday and she was out in the rain screaming and crying for her dog. We decided that Oreo had snuck out the door as we were leaving and had hooked up with Cooper. One romp along the bike trail next to a major highway was all it took. Did I feel guilty? Yes, I was the one who had encouraged Oreo to run with us on our bike trips.

      Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2004. My oldest daughter comes home and announces a friend's golden retriever just had puppies. She stated that two of the puppies looked like Oreo. I really wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, until she grabbed my hands and said MOM! Two of the puppies LOOK like Oreo! We went to see the puppies and was told how Oreo had climbed an 8 foot chain link fence to breed with their papered golden retriever. The funny thing is that they had bred the female to a papered male retriever a day or so before Oreo's escapade.

      Out of a litter of 10 puppies, 8 were golden, and 2 were, well, black. We promised to take the two black puppies but would up giving one to a woman who had lost her service dog. As Kirah began to grow, she started to lose her solid black coat and today, as a young adult, she has that lovely golden retriever color coming through a blackish-brown coat. She has the head of a golden retriever, but the heart of her dad.

      Kirah is just like her dad. She licks the hell out of you when she wants to go outside. She will run and hit the door knob if the licking doesn't work. She knows where her leash is. The jingle of car keys brings her immediately to the door. She will lay outside in the middle of a snow storm. She loves the cold weather! We are smarter this time around. Kirah is fixed. She does not go on bike rides with us. She is leashed outside of her fenced yard. We are blessed to have Oreo's daughter and intend for her to remain a part of our family for a long time.

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        #4
        Oh I am so sorry to hear about your loss. We had our kitty for over 18 years. We had to "free" him last year. He was a crabby cat in his younger years, but them became a friendly old man....LOL I do not wish anyone to have to make the decision. Just think, yours and mine kitty are romping through the cat nip fields...LOL



        hugs
        pink_amulet

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          #5
          Amen to that Pink!

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            #6
            Thank you all for your kind words and thoughts.

            When I came here, I wasn't too sure about everyone. But now that I have become "Known" many others now seem "Like Friends" and I thank you for sharing in my sorrow as though it was your own.

            May my posting be better and more joyful and may I always remember that while the miles seperate us, the common bond of "Humanity" does tie us fast together.

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              #7
              Thinking of you Genenco. The best cat we ever had sounds a lot like Fang. He was the greatest, most loving and playful cat. Like Fang, thought the world belonged to him. He got out on day when my husband was leaving in a hurry and was hit by a car. DH found him when he returned, knew I would not be able to stand the sight, he buried him in the back yard. His name was Rascal and that he was. I like having him in the backyard.

              Blessings be with you as you free Fang. He sounds like a mighty fine fellow and will be missed.

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