1. Put dat fone awai an pet me!

    1. Rite! Congas enuff wiv da fotos.

      1. AN congrats 2 u 2! Thx, noodle!

        1. Write o! Bootiq awn a mundai. Yahoo’s

  2. Otis regretz nuffin. Lunch wuz verily tasty.

  3. do nawt want


    o hai and conga obnp kittehs on teh tye, ap and noodle

    1. Ohai an thx, Puddy!

    2. Fanks puddy_tat. Hao wuz da bus party?

      1. warm. busy.

  4. itz an Otis selvie!

    1. Ohno… what’s wrong? Plz tell me nothing happened to Otis!

      1. I can’t proofread this and I hope it makes sense as I am crying right now. I’ve been wanting to take him in for his check up. He was laying on me Saturday and I became aware of his breathing. Normally you really don’t notice a cat breathing. He was still acting normal(for him). My husband fed him Monday morning and he was doing his usual thing like screaming for food like usual. Monday night I came home and he’s usually by the back door, sometimes with the dog, poking his head out. I opened the door and there was some resistance. He slowly got up. I called him to me and he came but he sat down right away and I noticed he was having a hard time breathing. I took him to the emergency vet knowing he wasn’t coming home so I was bawling my eyes out the whole time. He didn’t even complain when he got into the car, he just lay down. She took an x-ray and it showed quite a bit of fluid in his chest. She said it had probably been going on for a few weeks and recently gotten so bad it became obvious. There weren’t any humane options especially at his age and with the kidney failure so it was decided to let him go. She put the catheter (?) his arm so we could be together. I thought he miraculously got better (he didn’t) and she looked at me and said it would be cruel to let him continue. So that was it. He went in my arms. He will get to see his brother again and all the cheezpeep’s pets in the meadow. Maybe LD too. Gotta stop crying and go to work. Hugs to all.

        1. Oh, no…

          There aren’t enough hugs in the world for how badly I want to give you hugs right now.

          You did the only loving thing to do, but it sucks beyond words when that’s the only thing left, and it HURTS.

          Sending you oceans of love and beems and some tears of my own… and I am so sorry things worked out that I used my last pic of Otis right now.


          1. Thank you. No worries on the timing of the picture. It was nice to see him doing one of his more irritating things this morning.

        2. So very sorry, Short1fry. It is very hard, even though you know that it is the last kindness you can do for a beloved pet.

        3. I’m so sorry. He went peacefully in your arms and that’s one of the kindest things. Hugs to you.

        4. Oh my, no. Otis wuz a fine boi. {{{{Otis an short1fry an whole fambly}}}}. Otis will find Milo an dey will snorgle an plai agin. Furreva in our harts.

          1. {{{{Rocko}}}}

        5. :(

          {{{{short1fry and family}}}}

    2. oh my dear, I am so so sorry for your loss. You gave him a wonderful life and helped him go the best way. It is the hardest and lovingest thing we do for our fur babies but it sure isn’t easy.
      A million hugs my friend.

  5. My thoughts are with you short1fry. You gave Otis so much, including this last, hardest but best gift.

  6. Thanks you guys. It means a lot to me. Xoxoxo

    1. He wuz a fine fellow. Yes he wuz.

  7. So sorry – it’s the hardest thing to do but it is the greatest gift you can give!

  8. I am sorry beyond words. It hurts so bad, no matter how many times we go through it, or how deeply we know in our hearts it is the kind and loving thing to do for their sake. You are surrounded by deep love and understanding of the Cheez community, and Otis blesses you for letting him be free of discomfort that wasn’t going to get better.

    Think of him sitting on Lungdoc’s lap, telling him of your loving kindness and care for him…

    I am so sorry.

  9. Oh, dear one, it’s always hard to make that decision, but you know that you are doing the right thing. One of the things about loving little lifes is that they’re always shorter than we’d choose, even if they live to be twenty-eleven.
    But take heart, if you believe it hard enough, you will meet again in the meadow by the Rainbow Bridge. {{{{{s1f}}}}}


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