Posted on 08/17/2013 3:13:33 PM PDT by servo1969
RUSH: I've got people e-mailing me about Punkin, my cat, and I would not have been able to describe this or tell you about this any earlier than today literally without losing it, but we had to put Punkin to sleep a week ago. She was 16 years old, and the first cat that I'd ever had, and ended up being the best pet that I've ever had. I'd always thought that cats were these aloof creatures that couldn't care less if you were around or not.
And to strangers and so forth, they might be. But when a cat attaches to you, some might say when a cat loves you, it's entirely different. This cat attached to me years ago and was everywhere I was. This cat followed me around and just had just a robust personality with me, but she had kidney failure. She's actually had it for 10 years, and she had built up an immunity to every antibiotic. It had stopped working. (sigh)
I guess two weeks ago, whatever you call it, dramatic acute kidney failure set in and she stopped eating. Because when the kidneys fail, somehow the vet said the body tells them that food is poison because it can't be dealt with by the kidney. They stop eating, and she was literally withering away before my eyes. But she was... I mean, these animals, you know, they never give up. Suicide is not in their makeup.
It was one of the hardest things that I've had to do. Last weekend was really sad and lonely, and I wouldn't have been able to tell you about this on Monday without breaking up. But a lot of people have been asking because I had mentioned that she was not well, so I wanted to mention it to you and thank all of you for asking. I appreciate it. You all know. Those of you who have animals and lose them, you know what it's like.
My little one is in his last days, too. Cats are charming little creatures. I love them all. RIP Punkin. Sympathies to poor Rush. (BTW, the best antidote to grief over losing a pet cat is a kitten—maybe two.)
Rest in peace Punkin Limbaugh. Glad Rush and Punkin had those years together. Pets certainly improve the quality of our lives.
Rush, if you happen to read this: When the time is right, let another cat into your heart. There’s one out there waiting to love you.
I had to put one down for the same reason. Very hard! Poor Rush.
I have been blessed with many loving animal companions in my life so I do understand what Rush went through, several times over. My wife and I had a Jack Russell Terrier, Peppermint Patty was her name, for almost 16 years. When she started to falter my wife told me it was time - I knew this but it was the hardest de vision we had ever made. Staying with her until the end was as traumatic as losing a family member. Rush, prayers for peace in your life now.
Sorry to hear about Punkin:(
Rush is a nice, big softie.
The one thing I can’t stand is when lefties say he hates people, or he’s insensitive.
The boss that really coached him in Sacramento and took him under his wing was a GAY guy and Rush had no problem with it.
Snerdly is black, and Rush has no problem with that, either. And more importantly he doesn’t exploit either of those two things —he doesn’t dwell on it and he rarely talks about it, even when he so richly deserves to defense himself.
Why is his staff so loyal? Cuz he ignores the market and OVERpays them —they love him but it wouldn’t be profitable to leave him. Is it any wonder his maid was copping pills for him, years ago..? His people believe in him, relate to him, don’t see him as a huge rich guy.
Rush doesn’t forget his friends, and that includes when when he was poor and had to live in Rio Linda —a Sacramento dump, more or less.
Rio Linda is a rataplan, depressed pig-stye.
Ever notice the way Rush talks up Stan Atkisson? That’s cuz he was one of the very few “cool” media people in Sacramento who was nice to Rush before he was syndicated —it was COOL to be seen by your colleagues as being nasty to fat, “right wing” Rush.
Almost EVERYONE in the establishment was needlessly nasty to Rush, and Rush paid back their bitter vinegar with HONEY —the sign of someone with real class and integrity.
Rush’s love for animals and his mourning doesn’t surprise me the *tiniest* bit.
Thought you might appreciate this.
” For a few weeks after he died I would wake up in the middle of the night and think for a second he was there. But then I would remember he was gone.”
That is the worst. Or maybe the best- believing they are with us. That has happened to me so many times- especially with my best friend, who was brutally murdered. I think, ‘Oh, I need to call her and tell her about...’ then remember she is gone. But for one brief moment, she is still with me here on earth.
Hope Punkin is at the Rainbow Bridge and Rush can take comfort in the good life they had together. I had a cat finally die from CRF, but we kept him going for several years and the final decision was very tough to make, also.
I’ve been a huge RUSH fan since the first time I heard him, in 1989. When people ask me, ‘You LIKE Rush Limbaugh??”
My reply is.. “No, I AM Rush Limbaugh.. only younger, better looking, and without the money!”
When he got Punkin, my youngest son was wanting a cat. So, we bought one.. JUST LIKE Punkin... an orange, short-hair Somali. Her name is “Zoey”.. and, she’s still alive. She’s 15.. one year younger than Punkin, and getting near the end. I’m dreading it.
So sorry for your loss, Rush. You’ll always have the memories.
RIP Punkin. Hang tough, Rush. Punkin will meet you on the Rainbow Bridge!
Fangs for da ping...
*snif*
This is an opportunity to go to a shelter where an animal would be put down and take in another cat.
So sad to lose a longtime pet like that. But I’ll be Punkin would approve getting another furry friend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcQvYh_3Atw
My pets in life weren’t cats ... or dogs... but this makes me get all ... who is slicing onions???
Several years ago we had two Labs which we had to have put down within less then a year of each other. The last one was a beautiful extremely large gentle dog that had gone blind several years before we had to have him put down. He did well, his blindness didn’t keep him from wandering the fenced in yard or going for walks, though once we knew he was blind we always kept him on the leash and looked out for the telephone poles for him to walk around and not into. And the one time he found his way out of the yard he avoided being hit by a car that honked a horn at him, I looked out, wondered whose dog it was, since mine was locked in the fenced in yard. And then he walked directly into my parked car nose first, poor thing and I ran outside and rescued him back to his safe yard and added a rope tie to the fence gate as an extra precaution. Anyway, we had one dog put down and then this one, who loved to sleep on his back leaning against whole length of the sofa, he was that long, this is where he would sleep away the day and snore and snore and snore. I remember many times sitting at the computer desk with my back to him and think wow can that dog snore. Well after he was put down, off and on for several weeks or more while sitting at the computer desk I would become aware of the sounds around me, the cars going by, birds singing outside and wait a minute the dog is snoring... but both dogs are gone. I would sit there a moment and listen then turn around and say “Okay, pup, you can go home to heaven now.” And the snoring would stop. I wasn’t the only family member to experience this. And I could see it might be a trick of the unconscious, but the snoring continued for several minutes after any of us became conscious of it and didn’t stop until we told him he could move on.
Anyone else have this type of experience after a pet has died?
Sorry to hear that Rush.
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