The Saddest Thing I Own A collection of life's saddest objects, their sad stories, and our reasons for holding onto these sad things.

My Cousin :( Rip Derrick Michael!

Posted On Wednesday November 18, 2009 By Christina

an aeropostale hoodie, a hat, and a half of a 1 dollar bill dated around 2001.

My cousin took his life in September and I can’t get past it. I love him and miss him and cry.

My aunt gave me his hoodie and hat for Christmas because she knew I wanted something of his.

The half of a dollar bill we ripped one in half on his birthday one year and said whoever got their licence first we would tape it back together and put it on thier dashboard. He got his first, but lost his half lol.

I love you Derrick

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My "Little Man"

Posted On Sunday May 17, 2009 By Cindy

I just lost my “little man” (as my husband and I named him 8 year ago) this morning. I hadn’t seem him in a few days and found him under my bed, barely breathing and lifeless. I immediately took him to the vet, but it was too late. They said it was probably liver failure, due to the yellowing in his mouth. I feel so guilty for not looking for him sooner, but he was always a loner cat, spending most of his time lounging on my daughter’s bed upstairs. He always kept to himself so I wasn’t immediately concerned when I didn’t see him for a few days. Could I have saved him if I found him earlier? This is a question I must deal with for the rest of my life.

Tags: cat, little, man, vet

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Maximillian

Posted On Thursday April 23, 2009 By Dave K. of Syracuse, NY

I never was a “cat person” – I grew up with dogs and always proclaimed “I hate cats!” but then I met Max. Maximillian was with us from about 12 weeks old until this Monday. He was born with a heart murmur and I always worried about it, but the vets didn’t seem concerned. About a month or so ago, he was breathing funny. We didn’t think too much about it, we have a new baby and poor Max took the back burner for the past year. This past week, he stopped eating. This weekend, his breathing became extremely labored, and he became very lethargic. I slept in the spare bed with him Saturday nite and he purred and purred even through his difficult breaths. Sunday he could hardly bring himself to move. He hid in the laundry room, I brought him out to his favorite chair. Minutes later, he was in the laundry again, and again. He was looking for a place to die. Monday morning, I called the vet after checking his gums and seeing them grey, and was told to take him to the emergency clinic. Upon intake, he was taken in and put on oxygen and catheterized. An hour later, the doctor gave me the news that my friend of seven years waqs in advanced stages of congestive heart failure and top prognosis was 1 year even with intense care. I called my wife who was out of town on business, and decided it would be best to end his suffering. It was the hardest decision I have ever made in my life. I asked for some time alone with him but he had progressed so rapidly they could not take him off oxygen. The doctor took me into the operating room, and I held my cat and stared into his eyes, told him I loved him and how sorry I was, and watched as his life faded away and bloody fluid poured out of his mouth. What I saw in his eyes before he fell unconscious was indescribable. I am by no means a religious man, but I believe I saw God. He told me I made the right choice, but then why does it hurt so bad? I have a huge hole in my heart and I dont know what to do. My home is so empty, and my one year old understands and looks for him too. I will have his ashes in a few weeks, but nothing in this world will ever make me forget.

Max, I love you,
I am sorry for being mean to you-
I miss you so much,
You’ll always be my friend.
Rest in peace, little buddy.
:.....(

Max succumbed to congestive heart failure Monday morning, November the 17th, 2008. He was just seven years old. He died in my hands with fluid pouring from his lungs. My heart is torn apart, my home is quiet, and my thoughts are consumed with guilt.

I will never forget u Maxer…

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