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		<title>by: Pet articles</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-56287</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 06:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>when we are emotionally attached to a pet, we can help be so emotional about their loss. I can see that you really loved you lost pet as you have been able to articulate the many wonderful moments you shared with it.
Its the time spent with them that makes it memorable.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>when we are emotionally attached to a pet, we can help be so emotional about their loss. I can see that you really loved you lost pet as you have been able to articulate the many wonderful moments you shared with it.<br />
Its the time spent with them that makes it memorable.
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		<title>by: Juliann Blake</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-23971</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 17:49:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was looking online for info about ways to tell young children of the loss of a pet.....to a coyote.  My two grandsons are about to be told that their wonderful cat, Ziggy, is dead.  My son was upset and crying when telling me over the phone of the death.  I've heard him cry maybe one other time.   
    YOur writing of the joys of life with your cat was wonderful to read.  Thank you for that : )</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was looking online for info about ways to tell young children of the loss of a pet&#8230;..to a coyote.  My two grandsons are about to be told that their wonderful cat, Ziggy, is dead.  My son was upset and crying when telling me over the phone of the death.  I&#8217;ve heard him cry maybe one other time.<br />
    YOur writing of the joys of life with your cat was wonderful to read.  Thank you for that : )
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		<title>by: Bernadette</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-11886</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 17:38:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Your story is just wonderful. I'm so sorry you lost Sven. I could not help but think of our cat Neo, who I think instinctively knew that I was sick when I first came home from the hospital and was my buddy in the apartment when I could not get around then. Thank you for sharing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your story is just wonderful. I&#8217;m so sorry you lost Sven. I could not help but think of our cat Neo, who I think instinctively knew that I was sick when I first came home from the hospital and was my buddy in the apartment when I could not get around then. Thank you for sharing.
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		<title>by: Diana Shaw</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-3531</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 02:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Your discription of Sven is so beautiful.  You somehow captured the essence of CAT.  Sven reminds me of my own  kitty, Buddy Boy.  He\' s the reason that I am alive today.  There was a time when I was so down and depressed, I didn\'t want to live any more.  The only thing that held me here was Buddy.  I loved him and still love him so very much that I knew I had to stay around to take care of him.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your discription of Sven is so beautiful.  You somehow captured the essence of CAT.  Sven reminds me of my own  kitty, Buddy Boy.  He\&#8217; s the reason that I am alive today.  There was a time when I was so down and depressed, I didn\&#8217;t want to live any more.  The only thing that held me here was Buddy.  I loved him and still love him so very much that I knew I had to stay around to take care of him.
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		<title>by: Kim Robinson</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-2167</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 18:20:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Loved this essay!  It reminded me of my own cat, Charlie.  He has his routine, runs around the woods, comes in to eat, runs around the yard--the same ol\' thing everyday--but one day he never came meowing at the screen---I waited and waited and waited --it seemed like an eternity.  I stayed awake all night. 
Next day, I got the kids up, called my parents and told them the situation --we all broke up around the neighborhood yelling for Charlie--pleading for him to come home.  Finally, we gave up.  I felt helpless--sick to my stomach.  I said a prayer---suddenly I heard a faint meow--and there he was looking absolutely pathetic-- like a homeless, unwashed, dirty  faced tabby!  We all grabbed him and loved him and wouldn\'t let go.  I am so sorry about Sven--he was gorgeous!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved this essay!  It reminded me of my own cat, Charlie.  He has his routine, runs around the woods, comes in to eat, runs around the yard&#8211;the same ol\&#8217; thing everyday&#8211;but one day he never came meowing at the screen&#8212;I waited and waited and waited &#8211;it seemed like an eternity.  I stayed awake all night.<br />
Next day, I got the kids up, called my parents and told them the situation &#8211;we all broke up around the neighborhood yelling for Charlie&#8211;pleading for him to come home.  Finally, we gave up.  I felt helpless&#8211;sick to my stomach.  I said a prayer&#8212;suddenly I heard a faint meow&#8211;and there he was looking absolutely pathetic&#8211; like a homeless, unwashed, dirty  faced tabby!  We all grabbed him and loved him and wouldn\&#8217;t let go.  I am so sorry about Sven&#8211;he was gorgeous!!
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		<title>by: Deborah</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-2128</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2007 09:29:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>You have my greatest sympathy. I have had my BooKitty since he was 2 &#38; 1/2 weeks old. A throw awy kitten found in a dumpster.
Contrary to the vets warning of "do not get attached, he won't make it", Boo will be 18 on Valentine's Day.
I can't imagine life without him, and I relate to what you said about taking our loved pets for granted.
On that note, I am going to go curl up with him, and take the camera to bed with us. 
They most certainly are adorable in their sleeping "hugs" they give.
I am happy to hear you have more than one critter to care for. I should have adopted another before Boo became used to being an only child.
Again, my heartfelt empathy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have my greatest sympathy. I have had my BooKitty since he was 2 &amp; 1/2 weeks old. A throw awy kitten found in a dumpster.<br />
Contrary to the vets warning of &#8220;do not get attached, he won&#8217;t make it&#8221;, Boo will be 18 on Valentine&#8217;s Day.<br />
I can&#8217;t imagine life without him, and I relate to what you said about taking our loved pets for granted.<br />
On that note, I am going to go curl up with him, and take the camera to bed with us.<br />
They most certainly are adorable in their sleeping &#8220;hugs&#8221; they give.<br />
I am happy to hear you have more than one critter to care for. I should have adopted another before Boo became used to being an only child.<br />
Again, my heartfelt empathy.
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		<title>by: Deborah Burst</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-1815</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 05:19:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Erica,
How ironic I found your essay as we just lost our Izzy. He was a rescue kitty named after Hurricane Isadore.  A beautiful stray, white with a flagpole tail and beautiful blue eyes. We found him in the woods as a kitten crying in the pouring rain. That was four years ago. He loved our woods, prowling around never venturing too far. Then this past Christmas Eve he too didn't show up for his breakfast. Everyone kept telling me he would show but I knew his routine. With so many woods around I thought about the unthinkable and kept pushing it aside until I learned a neighbor had some pet geese mauled and his elder cat disappeared. Then right before New Years another neighbor spotted a coyote darting across the road in the wee hours of the morning. Last night around 2 a.m. I heard a scornful howl, the coyote was on the prowl. I too believe the days of cats roaming free are over.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Erica,<br />
How ironic I found your essay as we just lost our Izzy. He was a rescue kitty named after Hurricane Isadore.  A beautiful stray, white with a flagpole tail and beautiful blue eyes. We found him in the woods as a kitten crying in the pouring rain. That was four years ago. He loved our woods, prowling around never venturing too far. Then this past Christmas Eve he too didn&#8217;t show up for his breakfast. Everyone kept telling me he would show but I knew his routine. With so many woods around I thought about the unthinkable and kept pushing it aside until I learned a neighbor had some pet geese mauled and his elder cat disappeared. Then right before New Years another neighbor spotted a coyote darting across the road in the wee hours of the morning. Last night around 2 a.m. I heard a scornful howl, the coyote was on the prowl. I too believe the days of cats roaming free are over.
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		<title>by: Patricia Swick</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-1545</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 19:39:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>This brought me to tears.  Only a fellow cat lover can feel the pain of losing them.  I learned long ago that mine are safer indoors.  They have window perches, bird feeders to watch &#38; cat trees to climb &#38; scratch on.
I am involved with a rescue group in our area and see all the sadness that comes with cats being abandoned or tossed out like so much garbage.  We insist our adopters keep their new kitty indoors, there are just too many risks with the outdoors.  The days of cats being safe outside are over.  Good luck with you new kitty.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This brought me to tears.  Only a fellow cat lover can feel the pain of losing them.  I learned long ago that mine are safer indoors.  They have window perches, bird feeders to watch &amp; cat trees to climb &amp; scratch on.<br />
I am involved with a rescue group in our area and see all the sadness that comes with cats being abandoned or tossed out like so much garbage.  We insist our adopters keep their new kitty indoors, there are just too many risks with the outdoors.  The days of cats being safe outside are over.  Good luck with you new kitty.
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		<title>by: Jennifer Dickinson</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-937</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 01:06:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Thanks for the great story.  My cats come and go too.  When we moved to our house one of ours disappeared for two months.  But I can relate to that sick feeling in the stomach when they are not within the routine, as free spirited as cats are.

One of mine is right behind me now as I type.  I think I'm going to give her a little cuddle now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the great story.  My cats come and go too.  When we moved to our house one of ours disappeared for two months.  But I can relate to that sick feeling in the stomach when they are not within the routine, as free spirited as cats are.</p>
<p>One of mine is right behind me now as I type.  I think I&#8217;m going to give her a little cuddle now.
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		<title>by: Ken Bingham</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2006/12/08/nine-lives/#comment-855</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 15:38:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Erica, this is a warm yet tearful tale of your precious pet. I like your descriptivness of Sven. I feel as if I too knew him after reading this. My family and I can relate to your sorrow. We had a minature Dachshund named Trex that we'd had for seven years , he was murdered and carried away by a large hawk right before us. But alas, a new pet can help us heal and relish the memories of the one passed. Enjoyed your story. KEN</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Erica, this is a warm yet tearful tale of your precious pet. I like your descriptivness of Sven. I feel as if I too knew him after reading this. My family and I can relate to your sorrow. We had a minature Dachshund named Trex that we&#8217;d had for seven years , he was murdered and carried away by a large hawk right before us. But alas, a new pet can help us heal and relish the memories of the one passed. Enjoyed your story. KEN
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