Buddy's Place

I have recently set up a website called I Have Gained An Angel. This website is an online grief and support forum for people of all ages who have suffered loss in their life.

I, myself, have suffered the great loss of my mother last March, and found that speaking on support forums and to friends online was easier personally for myself to express my emotions. I am only twenty-one years old and wasn't ready for the massive responsibilities which were thrown upon me, and these friends helped me endlessly to cope with my loss.

This is what sparked my interest in starting my own support group. I Have Gained An Angel is a safe place for teenagers to the elderly, with easy to navigate discussion boards and a chance to help others at the same time as helping yourself. After all, who else knows how to help us better than one who has suffered the same loss?

At the moment we are a small group and are promoting around to collect more members and heighten the support network that the site provides. Our current members have had a great deal of input with the running and content of the site, something that we aim to continue so that it can continue to provide the best support for those who join.

If you would like to know more information about the site, please contact me on ihgaa@live.co.uk, or even visit the site for yourself at www.ihavegainedanangel.com

I don't know what to do. My family dog, Reeses Peanut Butter Cup (Reese for short) has cancer. Today the vet told us she has at the most three weeks to live, but he says it's probably only a week. I don't...I can't...I dunno. I mean, she's only 6! There's also no cure, even if we had caught it earlier she still is going to die.
She...she's the smartest dog I've ever known (She's a cocker spaniel). The pet trainer said that he had never seen a dog with so much intelligence in her eye. It's like she's aware of what you're saying. We've taught her at least 15 tricks continuously over the years, and she's had two litters. The funnest trick is when you hold up your hand in a fake gun, point it at her and say "Bang!!!" and she'll roll over on her back and play dead. Now she is going to be dead.
Sorry if I'm depressing, I just thought that we'd have like ten more years with her instead of ten days.

I'm crying too much so I'm just going to end it here.

I love you Reese.

For Xmas  I made my brother a memorial framed picture of his cat.  He lost her in May of this year and she was only 9 months old.  I hope it helps him heal.

Here is the finished product for my brother's Xmas present. :)

www.MatesMaster.com friends and romance network, the site which is constantly involved in Animal Welfare programs, joins forces with Kiev City Society for the Protection of Animals in protest to the inhumane treatment of animals, abuse and cruelty in Ukraine.

About 156,000 stray cats and dogs are annually hurt, abused and killed in Ukrainian citiesand towns. When caught by the dog catchers, some stray animals are used forpainful experiments.
Stray dogs are often bludgeoned or put to death by electricity or caught using an inhumane poison and sometimes die slow, painful deaths. Instead of putting an animal to sleep with the use of euthanasia (i.e. the act of killing an animal painlessly), the animal service uses dithylinum (suxamethonium chloride), a poison which paralyzes the animal and causes it to die of suffocation in a few hours of agony. There is ample evidence that the poor creatures are still conscious and feel all the pain before they die. It is often the case that animals are beaten with legs and metal sticks, whereupon they are buried or burned alive.

Lots of people witnessed animals being tortured and murdered - little kittens tied up in plastic bags and thrown in the river, people intentionally run stray pets over with their cars, newly born puppies dumped on vacant land without their mother and left them to die.
Stories are endless and make hearts of every Human Being bleed.

Authorities of small Ukrainian communities for ever used and are still using different kind of poison - rat poison and recently they "discovered" a new method of killing stray animals - Isoniazidum (Tubazidum) anti-tuberculosis drug causing cheap, but very slow and painful death

more information is available here: www.MatesMaster.com/petrescue.html

To sign a petition to Ukrainian government, please, go to
http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/s…

Yesterday I had to put my dog to sleep. My best friend.
He was like my baby. I grew up with him. I'm a diagnosed clinical depressive and throughout my sickness he was the only one who was always, ALWAYS there for me. When I didn't know what else to do and had nobody else I could always go up to my big furball and cuddle with him and pet him for as long as I needed. Now I'm stuck with the depression I've been dealing with my whole life and now the added sadness from his death, with nobody to go to for it. I don't know what to do. It feels like somebody ripped out my heart. I can't stop crying, I can't eat, I'm getting headaches again, my stomach is cramped up, I can't sleep, my friends avoid me because they don't want to deal with it, and school and work are going to be unbearable.

I can't do this. I don't want to do this.

          my cat was the greatest: he passed away in June 2006

my friends always say he looked like if he could talk he would he would have a british accent
he was the sweetest cat:20lbs of furriness-- he would come up to anyone who came into our house at rub up agenst them -he would try to purr but was too fat and a groaning sound would come out- when I was 19 we got a tabby and Smokey hated having to share the attention with a little cat- they eventully got along and the tabby would sniff Smokey's ass and Smokey would turn around and bite him-
He was a persian cat so he always looked mad---
what I liked best about my Cat was that even though he was the sweetest, people were afried of him, strangers who came into our house made fun of him,and said he looked funny.
He was like a cat version of me, and he would have to be in the middle of things, when I was doing my homework, he had to sit on it, and when we ate he had to grab the food with his paw, and walk off, and eat it, no matter what it was.
When I was 18 I moved out of the house for the first time into a group home, than at 19 I moved back home with my mom and 2 cats. At 20 I moved back into a group home, and moved around from group home to group home. Later that year my mom moved into a diffrent apartment, when she got remarried when I was 24 and I moved into my own place I saw less of my cat--- he was getting older and loss so much waight- he had health problems, I told myself than when I was better finelly than he would know it and pass away,
In june of Last year my mom saw that he was sick on the floor and they put him down
I was sad, but he was old
I miss him
He saw me through 16 years of what I hide from others Smokey- may 1990- June 2006

im new to this but i just wanted to get this off my chest...im sitting here right now holding my pet Rat, and waiting for her to pass away in my arms...shes got a lump on the inside of her left hind leg, which the vet said was a tumor...i didnt have the money to get it removed, so the vet said to just keep her comfortable and let her live her life out...she's almost 3yrs old, and i know that that is very good for a rat, but i still cant help but get upset thinking about her dying...she is the first rat that i have ever owned, and she is my baby...she started to get really bad yesterday morning, and we thought that she was going to die yesterday, but my baby has kept pushing through it...i finally got her to drink some water out of a syringe today, and she acted a little better, but shes still not doing very well..the only thing im doing now is keeping her comfortable until she goes....shes lost just about all control of her arms and legs, and kind of drags herself around her cage..shes not eating (she tried earlier today but had no success at it)..but she did act like she wanted some water..drank quite eagerly as a matter of fact..so i've been keeping her hydrated...i am surprised she has lasted this long..i guess she has a will to live...

part of me is being selfish and am glad that she is trying to push through it and survive..but the other part of me is wanting so bad for her to give up and pass on and stop making herself suffer...i've made the decision that if she makes it through tonight and continues trying to push through tomorrow that im going to take matters into my own hands and go have her euthanized...shes notgoing to get any better, even with my watering and trying to feed her, and i cant stand to see my baby suffering like she is....im just hoping that she will pass away at home in her cage, comfy in her little house, instead of dying by a cold needle inside of her........

For those of you who have loved and lost a pet...

It's been five weeks since I lost Fuzzy Stone. I adopted a kitten a couple of weeks ago, and he is a wonderful distraction. I can honestly see him growing into the brand new love of my life. He is so playful and affectionate. But as he sleeps on my chest and purrs away, I pet him and the tears roll down my face because I miss Fuzzy Stone and also Busto Jones, who died last year.

The hunt for the perfect kitten as well as his homecoming and all that it entailed has distracted me from grieving, but grief will out. Even though Iggy is a wonderful kitty, I find myself scanning the Petfinder site every day, wanting to bring home a second cat. Yesterday it finally hit me that I what I'm really trying to do is fill the hole that Fuzzy Stone and Busto Jones left in my heart. Even the perfect kitty will never do that.

I do want to get a second cat, but maybe the time isn't quite right. I could fill the house with kitties, but it still wouldn't bring back my beloved old friends. I just have to work through this next stage of grief.

Last week Sunday I lost my 4-year old kitty, named Willow, to a liver infection that came on so gradually that by the time h.e started showing symptoms it was too late. My heart has been ripped right out of me. Of course I know that when you have pets you have to face the fact that they will die someday & that you will most likely outlive them, but I wasn't expecting to have to deal with this so soon. He was only 4 & I have 3 other cats, 2 of whish are much older than Willow, & I never thought in a million years he would be the first to go. I am one of those people that sees no difference between pets & human children & I couldn't love or feel any closer to my cats if I'd given birth to them myself, so losing one of them has just been unbearable. I feel as though the pain will never end & that I'll never be happy again without my baby. How do I cope? How do I begin to heal? How do I stop the tears & believe that he's in a peaceful place & that I will one day see him again when I don't know if I believe in anything anymore?