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Jessica

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There are a lot of stories about death in this thread. Mine's a little different. A memory that makes me melancholy is thinking back to when one of my friendships began. We were such awesome friends and it makes me sad knowing what it's become now. sad037.png


awww ):
 
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i have 2

my first being when i tried to kill myself years ago

my second was being diagnosed with cancer
 

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the day dad came home from the hospital and he was told he had cancer. lost him two and a half years later...57 years young...
 

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knowing that one day my grandfather's Alzheimer's will leave him not knowing who I am. Some days I see in his eyes that he doesn't recognize me right away.
 

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It isn't so much my loss, though it is in some respects, but my BIL losing his wife and therefore their son losing his mother when he was only 4. The memory of it makes me tear up even now, more than a decade later. She was ill and though now it seems clear all along she could not win her battle, it was shocking and heartbreaking. It was the saddest and most wrenching funeral I've ever been to.
 

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Of all the memories in your lifetime, which one makes you melancholy?
Early high school memories. I used to do alotta partying when I was younger & the time I spent w/ those old friends are something that I cherrish.

Good times that I've been trying to recapture. Chasing time.
 

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Early high school memories. I used to do alotta partying when I was younger & the time I spent w/ those old friends are something that I cherrish.

Good times that I've been trying to recapture. Chasing time.
makes me sad that I didn't high school years like that, i was a fuckin bookworm
 

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Two come to mind, seeing my Step-Grandfather in the hospital dying of heart failure in a comma... and having our cat die in my arms rushing her to the vet-hospital.
 

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Two come to mind, seeing my Step-Grandfather in the hospital dying of heart failure in a comma... and having our cat die in my arms rushing her to the vet-hospital.

I would never minimize the pain of losing a little pet. I had two cats, Christopher and Gray both die in my arms, Christopher had a stroke and only lived a few minutes during which time I petted him and talked to him and Gray got into a poison outside and came in and fell over dying, I picked him up to head for the clinic but he died almost within a heartbeat. I still see them in my mind.
 

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I would never minimize the pain of losing a little pet. I had two cats, Christopher and Gray both die in my arms, Christopher had a stroke and only lived a few minutes during which time I petted him and talked to him and Gray got into a poison outside and came in and fell over dying, I picked him up to head for the clinic but he died almost within a heartbeat. I still see them in my mind.

:( Loosing Kerrigan in my arms was more traumatizing and horrific than any loss I've had in my life, I think because it was the first I was there for to witness first hand... seeing how fragile life really is, how it can literally, slip through your fingers in an instant when you least expect it.

Kerrigan died from pancreatitis, shut down some of her major organs.
 

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:( Loosing Kerrigan in my arms was more traumatizing and horrific than any loss I've had in my life, I think because it was the first I was there for to witness first hand... seeing how fragile life really is, how it can literally, slip through your fingers in an instant when you least expect it.

Kerrigan died from pancreatitis, shut down some of her major organs.

All I can say is I know about how it feels.
 

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I had a cat named Sugar and I called her Sugarbear. I got her when I was 10 and we grew up together. For a few days that summer when I was 18 she was acting strange. She was normally a very social cat and was my shadow most of the time. I was too busy that summer as I had enlisted to be on the dance team for my senior year and had summer practice, to notice she was not on my bed that night when I got home. I just settled in and thought she was outside chasing a bug or two and would be in shortly. Morning came and she was still not on my bed, and I found her hiding underneath a table. I got her out and she was just not acting right. I had a lunch date with some friends and in my mind thought that she was just sick but that she would be alright. I got in my car and headed off to meet my friends. I got home that night and realized that Sugar was just not acting right at all and when my mom said something I knew she was ill. Mother, having worked for a vet for many years told me she thought she should go but seeing as how we didn't have much money it was hard to do. As this day went on Sugar went downhill fast and she died in my arms with a cry I hope I never hear again.
What killed her was a rat that she had eaten had eaten rat poison across the street in the neighbors basement (her favorite hunting ground). We had an autopsy done on her (my grandfather paid for it),and that was the cause. The neighbors son had put it out and didn't tell his mom who always let us know because she knew how much I loved that cat.
To this day, I'm still not over it and I'm 32. I'm still reluctant to get another one.
 

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I had a cat named Sugar and I called her Sugarbear. I got her when I was 10 and we grew up together. For a few days that summer when I was 18 she was acting strange. She was normally a very social cat and was my shadow most of the time. I was too busy that summer as I had enlisted to be on the dance team for my senior year and had summer practice, to notice she was not on my bed that night when I got home. I just settled in and thought she was outside chasing a bug or two and would be in shortly. Morning came and she was still not on my bed, and I found her hiding underneath a table. I got her out and she was just not acting right. I had a lunch date with some friends and in my mind thought that she was just sick but that she would be alright. I got in my car and headed off to meet my friends. I got home that night and realized that Sugar was just not acting right at all and when my mom said something I knew she was ill. Mother, having worked for a vet for many years told me she thought she should go but seeing as how we didn't have much money it was hard to do. As this day went on Sugar went downhill fast and she died in my arms with a cry I hope I never hear again.
What killed her was a rat that she had eaten had eaten rat poison across the street in the neighbors basement (her favorite hunting ground). We had an autopsy done on her (my grandfather paid for it),and that was the cause. The neighbors son had put it out and didn't tell his mom who always let us know because she knew how much I loved that cat.
To this day, I'm still not over it and I'm 32. I'm still reluctant to get another one.

I won't ever own another cat or dog....I am too old to bear the unnecessary pain again.
 

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My most melancholy moment was just recently at Chrismas with the family being around to watch Mia and not having MY parents there to enjoy her. It was especially sad to watch my grandmother sit quietly while she watched Mia. I could tell she was thinking the same thing.
 
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