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Hunan was an amazing, gorgeous eat. He got sick, and my friend
captured this striking picture of an hour before he
passed away - gazing into his reflection from the pond he bred.
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#5 - ajperry (05/13/2014) [-]
Remember...who you are....
#2 - zyvac (05/13/2014) [+] (2 replies)
That's enough internet, time to play with my cats.
That's enough internet, time to play with my cats.
#12 - shadowrated (05/14/2014) [+] (6 replies)
and i cry
#4 - anonymous (05/13/2014) [-]
picture: gazing at his reflection and pondering on the meaning of his existance
video: drinking
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#46 - peterbowser ONLINE (05/14/2014) [+] (8 replies)
It was January 13th, 2003 when I last saw my dog, Charlie.  In early December of 2002, my dad was sick and asked me to go to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up some medicine for him.  I took Charlie with me.  I lived in a mall town in Saskatchewan, and the only thing to do in the town was to go to the arcade.  As I was making my way to the store, some school bullies caught up with me and demanded that I give them money for the arcade.  I told them I didn't have money, and I proceeded to tie Charlie's leash to the lamp post.  During my time inside, the bullies began kicking and abusing Charlie.  By the time I got outside, they had left and Charlie was on his side, whimpering in pain.  Week's later, Charlie wasn't feeling himself.  He was limping and was refusing to get up or move around.  My family had no idea what was going on with him, we assumed he was still sore from his attackers.  On January 13th, my mother told me she was taking Charlie to the vet while I went to school.  I ran like Wally West all the way back home, only to find my mom in the kitchen shaking her head at me as I asked her if Charlie was alright.  Charlie got a cut on his front left leg, which was infected from the ice/snow.  The muscle was being eaten away by the virus, and would soon spread through out his entire body.  If we brought him in sooner, we could have caught it.  I was thirteen.  Today, at the age of twenty-three, I wish I could ask him for forgiveness.  My selfishness cause him so much pain.   Weeks later, my family bought a new dog.  A Toy Poodle named Pnut, which he is still with us.  One day, and this is not a word of a lie, Pnut began barking loudly at the closed door which lead to the room where Charlie spent his last days.  I began to cry.  I would like to think that Charlie's spirit was in that room, and that Pnut could sense it. I was never able to say goodbye to Charlie, but I believe that he came back so we could.  I love you Charlie.  Good boy.
It was January 13th, 2003 when I last saw my dog, Charlie. In early December of 2002, my dad was sick and asked me to go to Shopper's Drug Mart to pick up some medicine for him. I took Charlie with me. I lived in a mall town in Saskatchewan, and the only thing to do in the town was to go to the arcade. As I was making my way to the store, some school bullies caught up with me and demanded that I give them money for the arcade. I told them I didn't have money, and I proceeded to tie Charlie's leash to the lamp post. During my time inside, the bullies began kicking and abusing Charlie. By the time I got outside, they had left and Charlie was on his side, whimpering in pain. Week's later, Charlie wasn't feeling himself. He was limping and was refusing to get up or move around. My family had no idea what was going on with him, we assumed he was still sore from his attackers. On January 13th, my mother told me she was taking Charlie to the vet while I went to school. I ran like Wally West all the way back home, only to find my mom in the kitchen shaking her head at me as I asked her if Charlie was alright. Charlie got a cut on his front left leg, which was infected from the ice/snow. The muscle was being eaten away by the virus, and would soon spread through out his entire body. If we brought him in sooner, we could have caught it. I was thirteen. Today, at the age of twenty-three, I wish I could ask him for forgiveness. My selfishness cause him so much pain. Weeks later, my family bought a new dog. A Toy Poodle named Pnut, which he is still with us. One day, and this is not a word of a lie, Pnut began barking loudly at the closed door which lead to the room where Charlie spent his last days. I began to cry. I would like to think that Charlie's spirit was in that room, and that Pnut could sense it. I was never able to say goodbye to Charlie, but I believe that he came back so we could. I love you Charlie. Good boy.
#15 - bakinboy (05/14/2014) [+] (2 replies)
feel with me, brothers
#11 - iphony (05/14/2014) [-]
#67 - meiverona (05/14/2014) [+] (2 replies)
Here is a picture of Mogwai. He's just came home with me today, and currently hiding under the sofa. I hope we have a happy and long time together
#32 - ninjabadger (05/14/2014) [+] (1 reply)
When I was younger, I had two cats...   
   
The one died in a basement as we were in the process of moving (it was a house in progress, so no heating or anything)...she died in a basement all alone...and she was the quietest yet nicest cat I've ever met... I still can't shake how goddamn unfair that was.   
   
The other died when we finally got into the house we built, my dad loved  that cat and spent the entire night with her...   
   
She crawled under her favorite couch and died as she was doing it... halfway under. I didn't know she was dead, so I starting petting her in the morning...and my dad was just watching me the whole time. That realization hit hard.    
   
I don't care what pets you own, treat them nicely and love them. You don't know when they won't be with you anymore.
When I was younger, I had two cats...

The one died in a basement as we were in the process of moving (it was a house in progress, so no heating or anything)...she died in a basement all alone...and she was the quietest yet nicest cat I've ever met... I still can't shake how goddamn unfair that was.

The other died when we finally got into the house we built, my dad loved that cat and spent the entire night with her...

She crawled under her favorite couch and died as she was doing it... halfway under. I didn't know she was dead, so I starting petting her in the morning...and my dad was just watching me the whole time. That realization hit hard.

I don't care what pets you own, treat them nicely and love them. You don't know when they won't be with you anymore.
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#13 - disguises (05/14/2014) [-]
Or maybe he was drinking from the water.
#40 - anonymous (05/14/2014) [-]
Did he by any chance drown?
#37 - anonymous (05/14/2014) [-]
just watched donnie darko today for the first time, this cat must be the living receiver
#25 - paranoiacarton (05/14/2014) [-]
I used to have two cats named Buffy and Rusty. Rusty was abandoned and beaten as a kitten because he had a genetically small and kinked tail. In the part of Hawaii where he was born that was considered an abnormality, and he was shunned. Luckily, he was found by a veterinarian and taken in. The vet called my dad and offered Rusty to him, warning my dad he might not make it through the night. ( He was bleeding from his ears/nose/etc. ) But he survived. A few years later my dad met my mom, and they adopted Buffy. Buffy loved to follow Rusty around. They were like brother and sister, the way they adored being in the others company.    
   
We had to put Rusty down. He lived to be 19 years old. Buffy was heartbroken along with the rest of the family. She secluded herself, hiding under beds and barely eating. The grief from loosing her best friend was just too much on her. We had to put her down as well. But I know they're happy now, together.  Buffy lived to be 15.
I used to have two cats named Buffy and Rusty. Rusty was abandoned and beaten as a kitten because he had a genetically small and kinked tail. In the part of Hawaii where he was born that was considered an abnormality, and he was shunned. Luckily, he was found by a veterinarian and taken in. The vet called my dad and offered Rusty to him, warning my dad he might not make it through the night. ( He was bleeding from his ears/nose/etc. ) But he survived. A few years later my dad met my mom, and they adopted Buffy. Buffy loved to follow Rusty around. They were like brother and sister, the way they adored being in the others company.

We had to put Rusty down. He lived to be 19 years old. Buffy was heartbroken along with the rest of the family. She secluded herself, hiding under beds and barely eating. The grief from loosing her best friend was just too much on her. We had to put her down as well. But I know they're happy now, together. Buffy lived to be 15.
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