Pooper is gone
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We went to the vet yesterday because it was time. It was the right thing to do but my heart is still broken. I’m going through 13 years of photos and will post a tribute sometime soon.
Thanks to everyone for your support this past month. It means more than I can say.
The vet made this for me. I baked it today and it turned out well.
Edit to add:
Thank you so much for all the kind words. It really does help.
I just got home from picking up her ashes. We use a great local, family-owned business that does individual cremations. They included a clay paw print (one is for my Mom) and clippings of her fur. She's up on the mantel with her brothers and sisters now. Having her back here at home has made something in me settle. The grief feels more gentle now, less raw, if that makes sense.
She’s all the way on the right with her sonic chipmunk toy.
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Best thing I can think of to get through this period with that very empty hole in your heart is to focus on your good memories and get outside (if weather allows) to walk or at least experience some sun and nature. Long walks in areas where there are no people-- also lets you vent, cry, and laugh when a happier memory comes through. Very supportive, cathartic, and ultimately healing if only over considerable time.
of all the happy moments help ease the sadness. 
Letting them go when it's time so they don't suffer anymore. We literally take on the suffering of losing them, so they don't have to suffer anymore. It's the right thing to do but it still hurts like hell!
A place in your heart, forever.
Tikki
I have one of those plaques for Morgan and it means the world to me. It came back with her ashes.
We had to send our Little Miss Bitsy Bones over the bridge. I really miss the way she used to greet me when I got home from work. We still have 3 other cats. They're doing their best to take the reins from her.
I had the good fortune of getting "pulled over" while I was trying to go to work this morning. It was my neighbor's big old Golden Retriever named Wally. I gave him a bunch of pets and had a nice conversation with my neighbor. We used to have dogs too. I wanted to get another one, but the house we rent now doesn't have a fenced in yard. I suppose I would much rather be sad over the loss of a pet than never to have had one at all. Good luck to you! 
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We were “going to find her a good home” because we already had 4 cats and a dog and had recently had to put my Lab to sleep. It just wasn’t a good time to take on a new pet, mentally or financially.
Part of our (failed) Master Plan to not get attached was not giving her a name. She was such a spirited little shit, lol! In fact, we got worried she’d think her name was Little Shit because it was uttered so often, with laughter. Pooper is the cute version we went with when it became blatantly obvious she wasn’t going anywhere. It suited her. She also had a million nicknames: Na Na (short for Poo Na Na), Poopina, Nunnypoo, Beeper… the list is nearly endless.
I found photographic evidence of her Little Shitness! That’s Bob (aka Princess Kitty Bob). Bob was a stray who had obviously been through the ringer. It took me nearly six months of gradually moving a foot or two closer each day and gentle talking when I took food out to her until she trusted me enough to pet her. She ended up spoiled as hell for the few years she was with us. She loved me and my ex but wasn’t too keen on our other cats. That is Bob’s special bed area, between our recliners and with a wall to her back so she felt safe, that none of the other cats dared to go near. Except Baby Pooper. Much like Rick James, Pooper was a Habitual Linestepper, lol!
Edit to Add: Pooper and Bob ended up as good friends. Pooper was so determined and I think curious and confused about Bob being a loner. Bob finally let her in and both were happier for it. Bob eventually also allowed Sammy the Dude to nap with her on her beds after her friendship with Pooper helped her build trust in other cats.
So sweet. Thanks for helping these precious kitties.
RIP Pooper
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It was truly evident how much you loved her. Pet loss is tough. Am sure it went both ways.
Bless you and little Pooper.
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I'm so sorry for your loss. 
It is so hard to lose a pet.
R.I.P. Pooper.
Perhaps your plan is co-inspired by Pooper. She doesn't want you to be without "kitty love", and is nudging you toward future happiness! Wishing you the best! Giving love is the best way to remember our furry family members.
I still miss my many lovely past beauties. We all meet again in my view. Hope your's, too. Hold those memories.
Your memorial to Pooper is beautiful too.
I last went through this in October of 2022 when my 15-year-old cat Penelope was put to rest. I still think about her every day. Grateful that I still have her daughter Calliope with me.
This time, last year, we lost our baby, Zatanna, so I understand the pain of loss and the decision that had to be made.
Pooper was beautiful! How lucky to live with someone who loved her so.
We have clay impressions of their paws, but their real paw impressions are on our hearts, and they are also baked in and will always be there.
You did the right thing, but I know it hurts.
My heart goes out to you and to those who loved Pooper.....Sending Light and Love....
R.I.P. Pooper....
