Louis came into my life the spring of 1999. It was several years after the loss of my 13 year old cat, Basil, and the time felt right to be able to share my life with a rescue once again. Louis came into my life somewhat as a "second thought"; at the halfway house for rescues, there were loads of cats in the room, all contentedly meowing and wandering about. One cat in particular, though, came out of the corner into the middle of the room where my partner and I were standing. It was as if this kitten chose US. The kitten was named Chuckie and, as we decided he was coming home with us, the woman in chagre of the home explained he has a fraternal twin brother named Louis. She pointed out to us what could only be described as a very sorry looking kitten, looking somewhat dingy and not very well, to be honest. The woman indicated Louis was the runt of the litter and somehow managed to survive and she couldn't imagine splitting them up as Chuckie assumed a guardian role, even as a kitten. My partner and I were terrified that Louis was too weak to survive any great length of time, but we still couldn't see splitting the two brothers up.
Once we got the two kittens home, Chuckie took to regularly grooming Louis. Weeks passed into months and this previously dingy kitten began sporting a bright white coat in contrast with his darker markings. Louis grew into a loving, wonderful adult with a sprightly kitten-like body and, strangely huge paws. It's been said that if runts of the litter manage to survive, they tend to thrive into adulthood, and this was clearly the case with Louis. We had 17 long years without ANY health issues whatsoever until late last year.
Louis became seriously ill and after taking him to the vet where he had to undergo hydration therapy, it transpired that he had hyperthyroidism which would need to be addressed with hyperthyroidism medication (oddly, Chuckie presented with this condition at around the age of 9 or 10 and is still on medication for this lifelong condition).
After that bout of illness, when we brought Louis home, a physical change took place. At the age of 17, he finally gained the weight that made his body proportionate with his paws. He began to walk as an elderly cat would, sleeping more and, because of his age, wasn't able to groom himself with the vigour he used to exhibit. Several weeks ago, he and his brother celebrated their 18th birthday and it was particularly poignant - knowing each birthday now for them was a true achievement. About four days ago, I noticed Louis wasn't himself, exhibiting the listlessness he did when was was ill last year. After a couple days he got clearly worse so we took him to the vet, who keep him in the hospital with rehydration, and the vet suggested blood tests - even though Louis tested a few weeks before during a regular check up, the bloodwork was deemed necessary.
The vet informed us that the hyperthyroidism and medication had completely taxed his kidneys and, on top of him not eating, Louis would require dental surgery; but because his illness was so advanced, the general anaesthetic would kill him, and making him comfortable wasn't an option because he would be on life support machinery until the inevitable. It was on the 1st of May 2017 when my partner and I said goodbye to Louis as the vet administered the euthanasia. While we knew it was the last act of compassion to help ease Louis' suffering, it doesn't make the loss any easier. Louis was truly a wonderful, loving chatty cat even to the end, when he gave one final "meow" (which I'm sure was a "goodbye"), he truly had the spirit of a kitten and was loved as much as he loved us. Godspeed, dear Louis, and we look forward to when we all cross the Rainbow Bridge together."
The Story of Chester
I like to think that Chester and the 3 other kittens who were abandoned on the side of the road found me. They were left in a box and crossed a very dangerous dirt road beside our house into the yard. I heard them meowing and went in search of the sound, I first spotted Milo who is Chester's littermate and then around the corner appeared Chester. He ran to me before the other kittens and unlike them how they wanted food, he could have cared less.
He crawled up my shoulder and walked back and forth along them while purring in my ear, As he got older he couldn't walk along my shoulders so instead he would crawl on top of my shoulder and fall asleep while I held him or even in my arm. He was a beautiful Flame-Point Tonkinese I believe, And I loved his trilling purr that the breed are known to have, It was the only thing that helped lure me to sleep at night and I would wake up the next day with him looking down at me. And he was a very vocal cat and I will miss hearing him calling me.
He was such a smart cat, he learned his name at a young age and understood when I told him to move off of me when I would wake up in the mornings, He would extend his claws and kind of bat at my chin or cheek to wake me up but never hurt me.It was his way of saying " Okay mommy wake up and feed me " It was only 1 month away before we would have been with each other for 7 years.
The Story of Jigsaw
The story how Jigsaw came to us is sort of funny. Our dogs were out in the yard one day when they started sniffing around one of our bushes. They really started to try and dig in. When we went to look we found a kitten had been left in there. So we decided to take him in and call him our own.
At first Jigsaw was always nervous and skeptical around me. He would run and hide and hiss. I wasn't home enough to build a relationship with him because of college. Approximately 3 years after we found him he finally started warming up to me. He didn't like to be held but he would let me get near and pet him. He liked under the chin and base of his tail although he would always try to hide his chin. He was also very vocal. He loved to talk. I would have conversations with him and he would respond. He was adorable that way.
I'll miss you Jigsaw. Your time with me was short but I cherish it greatly. You'll always have a home with us.
The Story of Leo and Mabel
In Los Angeles in 2004 I adopted Leo and Mabel, both 4 years old, from my sister. Mabel was timid, sometimes grumpy, but always the funniest little lady. She didn't like being fussed over but would purr like a hummingbird just to have you near and Leo was a social butterfly with a huge appetite for cuddles. Eventually the three of us ended up in rural France, where Leo could run free with some friendly chickens in an enormous garden full of wild flowers, while Mabel reclined in royal state on the sofa. Leo blossomed as an adventurer and skilled mouser and once even chased a fox away from the hens, so brave was he.
But then one terrible day Mabel disappeared hours before I returned from a trip to London to prepare my father's flat for sale now that he'd been moved to a care home. It seems my cat sitters hadn't been able to read Mabel's moods and perhaps she got fed up and left. She was 12 and a bit arthritic by then - maybe she'd had her fill?? Day after day, week after week, I searched for her by every possible means, but never found a trace. The pain of her loss, of failing to find her, and having to accept that I'd never know what became of her, was unimaginable. I shall never forget her gorgeously eccentric, funny self.
Leo had loved Mabel too but was now unashamedly happy to have all my attention. He stayed by my side during the years that followed, during which we returned to the UK - my birthplace - to a little country town. Our life was filled with cuddles and nights curled up together. He had a sublime way of gazing deep into my eyes and I never tired of telling him how much I loved him. Always a very healthy cat, I suppose I thought he could magically go on forever. But then, 12 days ago, just shy of 17 years old, he suddenly had trouble walking. The vet thought it was arthritis and we scheduled an acupuncture session with another vet 3 days later. Setting him up in a safe, quiet room I gave him as much help and comfort as I could, but by the second day his left legs had become unresponsive and he grew more and more despondent... but I still hoped the acupuncture would work. Alas, when the vet saw him next day she firmly determined it wasn't arthritis after all but a fast growing brain tumor and said the only kind choice was to let him go without more pain. He'd had a long, pain free life and I couldn't let him suffer now, so I held his little head and looked into his eyes one more time as he took his sweet leave. Still reeling from the shock and missing him beyond words, I can only hope he knew how much he was adored. Every night I sit at his garden memorial resting place and light a candle to help him on his way.
Thank you Mabel and Leo for having allowed me to care for you and share your lives. It was a great, great privilege.
The Story of Milo
Milo came into our lives at the age of six from a local shelter. I did not know very much about cats, but this was one very forlorn looking cat, so I took him home. He made quite a racket all the way back to my place. He hid under the guest room bed for days, but my friend, not one known for appreciating animals, went regularly into the room and talked to him. I did not know it at the time, but my friend was to be his owner. After venturing out from hiding, every time Milo heard the back door opening, he bolted for the door. If it wasn't my special friend, Milo walked away disappointed. The bond that was forming between this man and this cat was beautiful and unusual. My daughter, who is allergic to cats, came home for the holidays and Milo went to stay with my friend. Milo stepped out of the crate and looked around and knew he was home. I took him back after my daughter's visit, but he was not pleased. It was clear that Milo had chosen his owner, and it wasn't me.
How do you describe a bond between a human and an animal? It goes beyond the ordinary. You learn to communicate through sound, touch and feeling. This man that Milo chose to be his had been clueless about this type of relationship. He thought animals were a waste of resources, when there was so much human suffering. Milo taught him a thing or two and much more. Milo bossed him around, called to him to come downstairs when the man was busy upstairs and got the man to walk him on a leash outside. He would step into his harness and lead his friend in a random walk around the yard. The cat called the shots where that activity was concerned and in most other ways as well.
Last Tuesday, Milo was very ill and we took him to the vet for the last time. Cradled in his friend's loving arms, Milo went gently into the long good night. My friend is in pain, but I am so thankful that Milo was able to teach him a thing or two about the importance of animals. Milo brought us laughter and love and something profound beyond that and we miss him.
The Story of Cady
I got my precious little kitty cat on May/07. I really wanted a cat, so I started to look for local ads on the newspaper, in hopes that I might stumble across someone selling a cat and I did. My little baby was only 2 months old when she came into my life. She was so tiny and curious that she'd get trapped in my closet then she'll meow for help!
She became my closest companion. She would cry loudly when I came home from work, she'd sleep next to me every single night, purring loudly. She would head butt me most nights, trying to get me to roll over and give her my pillow and it always worked!! Even though she had her special cat food, she loved raw meat! One time, we had a steak defrosting in the kitchen, when I heard her chewing out of the blue, next to me. To my surprise, she had somehow managed to get a 2 pound steak all the way from the kitchen to my room! I found it hilarious and we laughed for days!
She was crazy spoiled, but I loved spoiling her! She loved boxes and crawling through small spaces, like any other cat. She would randomly bring me gifts from the yard, like mice and birds and she'd stare at me with her big eyes, as if saying: "what do you mean you don't want a dead bird on your bed?"
On October 31st/16, I lost my precious Cady. I miss her dearly and I love her more than words can say. I know someday we'll be together again, but for now, she lives in the thousands of memories she left me.
The Story of Dude
Dude came into our lives as a kitten 3 months old in November 2013. He was the result of a female farm cat and a feral male. The lady at the farm didn’t want any of the kittens and we definitely did want Dude.
He was a tiny Ginger fluff ball, scared of everything, we brought him home, he was riddled with fleas, we thought his nose was black but after a visit to the vet to be checked out, inoculated and de-flead, that black nose turned out to be pink, it was dirt! Dude got braver and turned into the most beautiful boy, clever, dog like, playful, loving cat and he was a massive part of our family of 3 and a playmate for our son aged 6 at the time when we got Dude.
Losing him aged only 3 and half has been devastating, heartbreaking and my chest aches from the pain of losing him. I work from home, Dude spent his days with me, on my desk, jumping into my warm chair if I got up to make a drink. It’s a massive tragic loss and I feel like I will never get over losing him. Our son is 10 now and has been hit really hard. The only consolation we have is that for at least 3 years of his life he was happy, cared for and loved hugely, but I would give anything to have him back in my life.
The Story of Oreo
We felt in love with Oreo at first sight, over a Thanksgiving weekend in 2014 at our local shelter. He was 6wks old, with shiny black fur, big bright eyes and very egger to play. It was enough to bring him home. We still giggle to the memory that we were at the shelter looking for information on cats, little did I know how much we needed him in our lives. Oreo brought so much fun, laughter, and health to our family. He help me personally with his charms and unusual belly rubs, get out of a very deep depression. He also showed our sons responsibility and stress management with his purring and silly self. He even showed my husband that he is capable to love and care of cats, and he is not allergic to all cats. Event though he was an all black cat he answered when we called him Oreo, named after our favorite cookie. My plans were for him to stay with me after the kids left home for college.
On Feb. 15 2017 he was not himself. That day we rush him to his vet; the diagnosis did not look very good he had a pre-existing heart condition. He needed emergency surgery the next day to treat his bladder and stomach but it was too much for his heart to handle. If he were to survived the surgery his quality of life wouldn't have been nice because of other health problems. The vet explained to us, that Oreo was born with a weak heart and he wouldn't have live long with it. He passed away in my arms, with no pain, warm and loved. We missed him dearly. Maybe he knows it, that's why he comes to play with us in our dreams!
The Story of Lucky
It was February 2000 and my husband was headed to an isolated area for a driving lesson for my son. They saw movement and looking over a steep embankment they saw a kitten. The snowpack was slippery and my son headed down. Someone had just left him there. It was my Lucky and the vet they estimated he was about 10 weeks old during his first visit.
Lucky would look up at you with such appreciation when petting him, it would melt your heart. He was a "meow machine, social, playful, and would stalk me outside and inside chasing me. He was always faster than me and managed to catch my feet. He loved his yard, sleeping under bushes and lounging on his chaise for hours and being in the sun.
Lucky was diagnosed with chronic kidney disease last summer and had lost a lot weight. During his last week, I fed him with a syringe and gave him the meds prescribed to try to stop the vomiting and increase his appetite. The symptoms continued and he was so weak. He drank from his bowl with dignity and lay in the sun before we took him to for his final rest on Feb 10, 2017. As I write this, I am filled with unsurmountable grief. I hear him, I miss him, and I love him. Rest easy and thank you for being my best friend Lucky.
The Story of Bubbles
In the summer of 2010 we wandered into our local pet store to make a food purchase for my sons lizard.
My then 8 year old daughter spotted some black kittens that were available for adoption. She pleaded and pleaded for this little black girl so we eventually gave in (and were happy that we did)!
Bubbles wasn't much of a "lap cat" but she would meow quite often for pets and scratches. She became very bonded with our other resident cat Sasha, and you rarely saw one without the other!
She has the mostly silky black fur and shiny eyes!
In December 2016 she started vomiting and stopped being interested in food. She also started to become a "lap cat" and this was quite unlike her.
I took her to the vet for blood work and fluids and the next day I was informed that she had hepatitis.
After a month long fight with steroids and numerous rounds of antibiotics she told me that her little body was tired and that she was ready to go "home".
We made the difficult decision to have her euthanized on January 24, 2017.
Sometimes I feel like I'll never get over her passing and the pain is insurmountable.
I can't wait to be reunited with her again!
The Story of Cheilidh
Three years ago, during the night, a ginger and white cat suddenly landed on my pillow. She had climbed in the window. My husband opened the back door and the cat wandered off down our alleyway.
Ten minutes later she did it again. We gave up showing her the back door - she was clearly determined to move in with us. We named her Cheilidh, which is Scottish for "little one , child."
It so happened that there was an unused cat flap on our back door. Giving in to the inevitable, my husband whacked it open with a hammer, whilst i went to buy cat food and bowls. The next day, Cheilidh hurried off and returned with two small cats, who needed a loving home. We named them Buster and McVicar. So in the space of two days we acquired three cats. Cheilidh was definitely Boss Cat - and she had clearly been looking for someone to take all three of them in. She was very clever and ruled the alleyway - just by appearing whilst other cats were in dispute - she never fought - she just gave errant cats her special Cheilidh look.
In November 2016 she started to lose weight. She was vomiting and simply couldn't keep any food down.The worst thing was that she was hungry - she would lead me to her bowl, then eat nothing. Sometimes the mere sight of food made her throw up. I took her to the vet and she was diagnosed with lymphoma. There is no treatment for this. To my dismay, when the vat weighed her, she was two pounds lighter than McVicar - who is a very small cat. Cheilidh appeared to be twice the size of McVicar, but she was severely malnourished and dehydrated. Cheilidh, I mean, not McVicar.
We talked it over with the vet. Four days after the diagnosis, Cheilidh started hiding. She had also stopped grooming herself. My husband and I decided that she was distressed, in pain, and would have died anyway - so we had her put to sleep on 19th December 2016. We stayed with her while Serena, the vet, administered the final medication. It was such a difficult decision to make - it broke our hearts. But as Jim said, "She brought us Buster and McVicar." Buster and McVicar looked for her and were bewildered because she was no longer there. I don't know how long cats grieve for their pals but they seem to be getting over it now.
Cheilidh was a clever, affectionate cat and we shall miss her forever. Once she'd been put to sleep, her fur glowed again. I know that sounds crazy, but it did. I hope this story helps any other cat lovers who have to go through the same thing.
The Story of Monkey
I met Monkey almost 17 years ago when I went to adopt his brother Mooch from a kitten rescue. I came to pick up Mooch who was too busy playing to pay any attention to me but, his tiny grey littermate was fascinated by me! He wouldn't leave me alone and kept climbing on me and meowing and trying to get my attention. The rescue staff told me that perhaps I should adopt the grey kitten instead because he was so "taken" with me? I decided to adopt them both and it was the best decision I ever made! The brothers were amazingly bonded and filled our lives with so much fun, love, and joy.
Monkey was the runt of the litter and had many medical problems and special needs his whole life, he had allergies, digestive difficulties, he was a herpes kitten with frequent flare ups and chronic sinusitis, he suffered from arthritis in his senior years, then 2 years ago he went completely deaf, and last year he became diabetic. We lived our whole life around timing his special diet and administering his various supplements and prescriptions. He always took all of this in stride and was very stoic and a complete love about it all.
We lost Mooch last year and Monkey never quite recovered from the heartbreak of losing his beloved brother.
Three days ago on December 30th Monkey suffered a seizure and we rushed him to the vet who said he most likely had suffered neural damage and said we should euthanize him. Miraculously, while we were there struggling with the decision Monkey perked up and started running around the exam room and eating treats! The vet was astounded and said we could try taking him home and increasing his prednisone dose and see how he responded. We did and he had one more good night and then started to decline, he hung on through New Year's Eve but on New Year's Day he had grown so weak and was clearly failing and we had to take him back in to be euthanized. Yesterday my husband wrote these profound words: "Today my heart aches, I took my best friend for his last ride. My life will never be the same...my routine is no longer a routine. My mornings will never be what I loved and hated. No more soft paws touching my face. No more being yelled at...but really did not mind. I will miss his kisses on my face...id like to think he was showing me love. My life changed today, I'm bummed for tomorrow. I'm going to miss my friend".
I think that says it all. RIP sweet baby Monkey.
Love, Mama and Daddy
The Story of Queen Stella
I adopted Stella back in 2005, when she was already 8 years old. She had been at the shelter for almost two years and nobody wanted her - the staff told me most people thought she was "too old" and that everyone wanted kittens. I took her home and let her live with me, and she became my steadfast companion. She never clawed the furniture, never made messes or acted out, and always had a sweet and gentle disposition. When my father died, Stella and I were living alone and I was grieving heavily, having no other family nearby to be with. Stella sensed this and wouldn't let me out of her sight, seeking me out around the house and sleeping right next to me all night. She checked on me constantly and gave me support I didn't get from any of my co-workers or other friends.
When I got married several years later, Stella took an immediate shine to my wife and the two got along like they had always known each other. We had many happy holidays together and even took her with us on vacation several times when we couldn't locate a pet sitter. (Stella loved our mountain cabin vacation the best!)
Stella lived to be 21, very old for a cat, and was very happy and active up until the very end. Time and time again over the years - that of providing me (and my wife) comfort when we were hurting for any reason. Stella always knew when either one of us we was in any sort of pain, and in every case she came and stayed right with us until we felt better. She is gone now but will be remembered forever in our hearts!
The Story of Carson
Back in 2009 I was looking for a kitty companion, as I missed having my family cats around when I moved out to live on my own. I browsed our local Craigslist postings for people wanting to re-home an older cat, since I did not have time to raise a kitten. I came across Carson's handsome black and white face and green eyes staring back at me in a photo, and I fell in love. I contacted his owner and asked why he was being re-homed. They wanted him to go to a quieter home without kids/dogs, as he was about 10 years old and in his golden years - the excitement of their home was too much for him. I arranged to meet his owner and him in the parking lot of a grocery store, and he was as sweet as could be - greeting me with headbutts and purrs. I took him home the same day.
After getting used to his new environment, his true cuddly tendencies came out. He loved to seek me out and lay on my chest, facing me, and knead his paws with happiness while purring loudly. He always slept by my side or at my feet. He mostly enjoyed sleeping in warm spots, occasionally getting a burst of energy and batting around a toy. My favorite thing about him was his little half meow - more like a "meh" whenever he would talk to me. We went through a few health scares, but he bounced back from all of them. The most recent, back in the end of 2014/beginning of 2015, revealed that my poor guy was in later stages of kidney disease. Once we established a good care routine, we rolled with the punches and he seemed to be nonplussed by the diagnosis - continuing to seek cuddles and being his usual self. Unfortunately, at the beginning of November 2016, a biopsy of a facial swelling resulted in a diagnosis of oral squamous cell carcinoma. He was not a candidate for treatment due to his age (17), kidney disease, weight, and heart murmur.
I kept my cuddly old man home and as comfortable as possible for the last month of his life. He has been one of my constants for the last 7 years of my life, my stoic little buddy who was there for me throughout some very tumultuous times in my life. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make, but he let me know in his special way that he was happy, that he loved me, and that it was okay - he wasn't scared. My home is a little emptier and my heart aches, but I will always remember my sweet Carson.
The Story of Ku-Maj
I first found my beloved Maine Coon when I attended a cat show in Wichita, Kansas in June 1996 when I was 14 years old. He had been a show cat and even had a ribbon. His grandfather was a champion and Ku-Maj was for sale along with his brother and sister. I had really wanted to get a dog but my parents did not want a dog at the time so I begged them to let me have a kitten. My dad told me I could have a cat if I paid for him. I agreed. My father flew down to Oklahoma City to where his breeder was located and picked him up in a Baron plane and flew him back to me at night. Hence his registered name was Idlemaine's Baron Twilight Mystique ( Idelmaine was the breeder's name, Baron, the plane, Twilight because he was flown back to me at night and Mystique because his mother's name was Dream Catcher). I called him Ku-Maj for short.
I was very creative. I was amazed at how loving, and "dog-like" he was. He liked water, and I taught him to "sit up" for a treat. He was so large due to his breed and every one marveled at his size. However he was so gentle and anyone he met just fell in love with him because he was so loving. He moved with me when I went away to college when I was 21, and I was so glad he went with me as this helped my depression from being home-sick. He always slept with me every night right next to my face and would give me kitty massages on my arms. I vowed he would be with me for all of his lifetime, as I could never leave him behind no matter where I went in life. He was there all through my college days, and when I bought my first home 8 years ago, he helped me celebrate it.
7 years ago I acquired two South African Boerboels and they both grew up with him and loved him dearly. He was so good with them. This last year I could tell he was sleeping more and more and less active. However he still got around so well and never had a loss of appetite. I have become so used to him greeting me at the door every time I came home that the thought of him not being there just seemed to disappear from my mind. I was told Maine Coons only live to be about 12 but he was already 20 and still going strong. Yet, this all came to an end just recently on 11/22. I had a trip planned this past week to go out of town for a few days. I had everything set up for him and I gave him a hug goodbye and told him I would see him a few short days. When I returned home on Sunday, I found him laying in his room in the sun. At first I thought he was sleeping, but then, my heart broke and shattered as I realized he was forever asleep.
I am going to make a memorial for him in my yard where he is buried. I feel like I have lost my best friend of nearly 21 years. It is going to be difficult to adjust to this new way of life of never seeing his beautiful face greet me at the door when I return home, of him sleeping next to me every night, of not hearing his voice in the mornings. Its another life, and another world. I just feel happy that he was able to pass away in his home at peace with no illness or trauma.
The Story of Matilda
I only had Matilda for a very short period of time. Matilda was rescued from getting seriously hurt if not killed when she got trapped in the rear wheel well of my friend’s car. Matilda came to my home scared, lonely and sick due to and infection caused by a severely bruised leg. I took her to a vet next morning, got some meds and she was quickly recovering turning into the most amazing little furry storm. I have other 3 adult cats which at the beginning were not at all trilled, Matilda was only about 4 wks old according to vet. I kept her separated from the other cats to allow all of them to get used to the new child in the house. Matilda needed to be tested and her shots started , but when she was safe to be out with her new siblings her pea size did not stopped her from trying to gain over her new family. Well, she did, the set of noisy bells went all over, up down in and out to only stop at the water bowl, snatch the snacks in the slow eaters food dishes and a quick nap on her favorite soft and plushy blanket.
She was getting healthier and her personality was being defined as a little girl with a big will and a lioness attitude. Being at 3.5 months I decided to schedule her spay surgery. Turned out to be my greatest regret ,she was so playful that morning she was so happy and specially frisky. I felt a strange doubt and yet I still took her in. When I dropped her off I took a last look at her and her little face was fear and confusion. The look in those little eyes that I so much adored are seared in my mind. 4hrs later my little girl was gone forever! The vet called and as soon as she said who she was my heart sunk and begged her not to tell me Matilda was not ok. My worst nightmare became my reality right there at that moment my heart was to never be the same again. I feel my lack of judgment and not listening to those little eyes cost my Little Matilda her life. Every tear, every skipped heart beat, every thought , every what if, can’t and will not change what happened . It took only 60 days for Matilda to fill my whole home with her spunky and adventurous little self and leave emptiness and desolation. I don’t have human children so my kitties compliment that part of my life.
My little ginger fluffy storm. Once you entered into our hearts, your paws left an unforgettable print.
My little Matilda you will be forever missed, until we meet again my little furry angel.
The Story of Blackie
My gorgeous boy Blackie appeared as a stray in 2012. He was so timid that if he even saw me looking at him through the window he would run away. He only came at nightime. I started putting food out for him a distance from the house gradually moving the bowl by my front door. It took a good two years before he would eat in the porch - I couldn't bear watching him eating in the rain and at least the porch was dry. Eventually he would let me approach him and stroke him. I called him Blackie and made every effort to trace an owner but without success.T hen I managed to coax him into the house for a few hours every night and it broke my heart to have to put him back outside but my other cat was not happy so he couldn't stay. Anyway to cut a long story short he DID move in permanently about a year ago and became a house cat .He was a great big soppy purry boy and I loved him so much. All he wanted was food and a warm bed. My other cat Squeak wasn't keen but they never fought. Blackie loved to sleep on my knee. He was Mummy's boy. Sadly he was diagnosed with a cancerous tumour in his mouth and was put to sleep on October 7th. I try and take comfort from the fact that without me he would have had an awful life living outside with a bad mouth. I miss him so much and my arms ache to hold him and tell him how much I love him. Mummy loves you Blackie my special boy.x
The Story of Sox
Sox came to me as a kitten along with his brother Cougar. They’ve been together since birth. I was 11 when my dad’s co-worker brought Sox and Cougar to our farm. I was beyond ecstatic to raise these two babies as my own. Sox was always such a suck up. Whenever I would go out to the barn he and Cougar fought for my attention by having a meowing battle and played the who-can-rub-up-against-her-leg-and-make-cute-bubbly-eyes-at-her-the-most game. He had the sweetest softest meow that could steal anyone’s heart. Though they didn’t get along the greatest as they are both males, Sox and Cougar were the best tag team ever. They knew when I was upset, and they knew just how to cheer me up.
Sox was the cuddlier one of the two. You could cuddle him for hours and if you tried to get up and walk away he’d meow his sweet little meow and follow you, walk in front of you to make you stop walking just so he can spend a little bit more time with you. I miss him dearly and wish that he didn’t have to go. You’re at peace now Sox, and you will never be forgotten. You’ll always be in my heart though I wish you were in my arms…Watch over Cougar as I know he misses you too. I love you so much Sox. You’ll forever be one of my fur babies.
The Story of Loki
Loki Oliver Scott
I wanted a sphynx for a very long time before finding Loki. He was one of those "meant-to-be" stories, as he was actually already spoken for and had another family waiting. In the end, both of those families chose other kittens and Loki came home with me when he was 12 weeks old. (March 2010) From the day I got him, he was my baby.
I have one beautiful son who was a fertility miracle and my cat was honestly my second child. He loved me as much as I loved him. He would follow me around the house like a shadow and come when he was called. He would head butt me lightly and let me hold and snuggle him, purring all the time. He slept in my arms every single night. If I moved or rolled over, he would adjust to be back in my arms. He often slept curled under my chin, with his paw on my shoulder.
At night, if he wasn't upstairs, I'd have to go look for him. He could be a silly boy and hide in the garage, sneaking out when we went to take out the trash. Sometimes, he'd be under a blanket on the sofa, but I couldn't fall asleep without him. He would purr us both to sleep at night. He was also very playful, but he was particular about his play. He wanted a specific toy and had a special meow when he was carrying that toy - usually a tiny fish with a bit of catnip.
I've had animals most of my life, but I've never felt as connected to one as to Loki, though they're all treated as family in our home. Loki was my heart and saying goodbye to him was so painful and I miss him every single day. I know that will be true forever, even when I'm ready to bring a new pet home. He had HCM which I have learned is very common in sphynx cats. He threw a clot and it took out the mobility in his back legs and he was struggling to breathe. We had to make the decision to have him put to sleep, which was the hardest decision ever - and yet not at all because I couldn't handle him suffering even a minute.
My life is forever changed for the better having known and loved Loki Oliver Scott. He is an angel and it makes perfect sense to me that his heart was too big, physically, because it was also huge in every other way.
Thank you for allowing me to share his story and my love for him.
The Story of Niko
Niko was a white haired Devon Rex. He was a gift to me for my birthday in 2000. He was 3 months old and so tiny, white with hardly any hair, he felt like a peach. He loved heat and would sit in a sun patch or in front of a heater on his back with his legs up in the air, so happy. He had huge ears for a kitten and would sit on top of the fridge, jump on me and perch on my shoulder licking my face and purring. As he got older, he grew the most amazing short wavy white fur. He felt like a sheep!
We were always together when I was home. I called him my little white shadow. I lived alone and he was my baby, snuggling under the covers between my arm and chest, sleeping with me like that almost every night of his life. He would wrap his arm around my leg when I got in the shower and meow at me on the edge of the tub, playing with the shower curtain. He batted at my dental floss, then pulled the floss with his teeth like he was flossing too. He was such a loving companion, comforting me and looking into my eyes with slow blinks. He was my biggest comfort in this world.
My husband was the only man who's lap he would sit on. We had a baby two years ago. The first year he patiently slept at my feet until she went to her crib, then back into the covers next to me. We had such a deep connection, He will always be my first born child. When he was diagnosed with two terminal illnesses, (Congestive heart failure and kidney disease) I let him explore the backyard. He really enjoyed that everyday until he passed June 1, 2016 at the age of 15. My heart is broken but he gives me signs everyday that he is ok. It has restored my faith in spirituality that the love lives on. I miss you everyday Niko. Every night I miss your smiling eyes and warm soft body snuggling in next to me. I will love you and miss you always and forever.
The Story of Mercy
In the beginning of May, my wife and I bought our first house. It was beautiful and quirky; perfect for us and our four cats. It was heaven.
The house began to feel a bit empty, so we began looking for older shelter cats to invite into our family. The first was Genji, who is alive and well. The second, only brought home days later, was Mercy.
At the shelter, she was incredibly standoffish, but I just knew that with the right family and plenty of love that she would blossom into a sweet baby. She outright avoided us for a long time, often "punching" me with her clawless paws when I made an attempt to touch her. Eventually, she began spending time in the same room and even approaching us to curl up.
After only three months, her good health came to an abrupt halt. We came home from a three day vacation to find her wasting away in a closet that she usually avoided. No amount of medicine or doctor bills would save her, and her kidneys and liver eventually gave out completely. I'll miss her little growls, her warbling when she wanted attention, even her punches when she decided that enough was enough.
Mercy was a sweet cat that I was told would never open up and would never accept a new family. She surprised me with her quickness and willingness to change. She loved showers, laying on the tile floor, and sitting in the window sill. We'll miss you, Mercy. You'll always be our little mermaid.
The Story of Robin
He was one of the sweetest, laid back boys I've ever had. Except when it came to food-then he became "jaws" in a frenzy until he got the bowl.
His most endearing quirk was blanket padding. I kept a blanket just for him on the bed and he would get a big chunk of it in his mouth and then pad on it-he would do it for up to 15 minutes.
He loved to sleep with me-he would flop down on my head and I'd have to move around so him so he was comfortable.
Thank you for the opportunity to pay tribute Robin.
The Story of Safari
In early July 2013, we adopted a kitten into our home. At the animal shelter, we feel in love with this little tabby kitten with these huge blue eyes. From right there we knew he was the one, even though our attempt to take him home lead to him jumping out of our arms and being chased around the cat room!
Safari was a very unique kitten and cat. When he was a kitten, he selected two horse stuffed animals to bond with. They were like his teddy bears, we called them his "horsies". As he got older he didn't really care too much for them, but as a little kitten, he used to play with them, and sleep with them, and even give them a bath! One year after New Years, when he couldn't find his horsies, he walked all around the house yowling for them until he or one of us found them. During the Christmas time, he would take his horsies and lay with them under the tree. Despite our efforts and best intentions, Safari was an outdoor cat. We tried our very best to keep him indoors, as we lived in a rural area where we were surrounded by forest and dangers to a small cat. But Safari wouldn't have it at all. When he wasn't allowed to go outside he was grouchy and uptight and not his usual go-with-the-flow attitude we knew him to have. So he was an outdoor-indoor cat.
Safari was always sweet with strangers, but still didn't overly like people that weren't me. We were so closely bonded, even sharing the same birthday. There are so many things I will miss about him, his constant smell of pine, him "helping" me with my homework, him sleeping with me. Safari has been with me through two moves, two schools, through countless bad times and countless good times. Safari was cuddly and was my baby, and I will always miss him. April 15 2013 - July 18 2016
The Story of Ramone
My dearest Ramone was officially diagnosed with lymphoma on November 9, 2015 and a few weeks later on December 3, he lost his battle. To this day, my heart is still broken (it probably always will be) over the loss of my buddy.
In the spring of 2001, a friend of mine found 4 stray kittens whose mother had either abandoned them or had died. At this same time, I had been looking for a companion for my 10-year-old kitty, Jasmine, so home with me came this little black kitten, and I named him Ramone. For the next 14 and a half years, Ramone became my loyal companion, my partner in crime, my other half. He was my little panther -- truly, he looked just like a mini black panther strutting through the house.
Ramone was the ultimate in cool, but was also a lap cat who loved to cuddle. Good times or bad times, I could always come home to my Ramone. He was a huge, predominant presence in my life. I cherished every second with him and told him every day that I loved him. Never once did I take him for granted. Although I always knew he couldn’t live forever, I can’t believe he’s not here anymore and it will be a very long time before I get used to his absence. My home -- my life -- will never be the same without him. Some might think that’s crazy, but pet owners/animal lovers will understand this sentiment.
My heart aches as I remember his Ed Grimley dance in front of the mirror when he was a kitten and first “discovered” himself, his squeaky meow and loud snoring, him greeting me at the door every day and cuddling in my arms every night. I feel so lucky that I was given the chance to have this most wonderful cat in my life. It was my HONOR to share 14 years of beautiful memories and pure happiness with my Ramone. March 23, 2001 - December 3, 2015
The Story of Monty
Monty. AKA, my little man, mini panther, beautiful boy, cuddle puddle, snuggle bubble, bubble butt, Montgomery pie.
We met each other when he was just 6 weeks old. Someone had left him in a cardboard box on the doorstop of the RSPCA. I picked up this little black kitten with one hand and he looked up at me and with so much trust, then he just slow blinked at me and fell asleep right there in the palm of my right hand.
Since then we always enjoyed looking into each others eyes, something that is hard to do between humans because we seem to find it more instinctively threatening than animals do. He also tolerated my coddling affection, and let me kiss him and cuddle him even though he didn’t always like it. Some times when I cradled him in my arms, He would hold his paw against my to face to prevent me from attacking him with kisses.
He grew into a big boy, and one morning his brought a bush turkey into my bed. My boyfriend at the time was angry with him, but I was kind of impressed. He was like a wild panther. It upset me when he brought home a baby bird that he must have stolen from a nest, so I bought him a hi-visibility collar to alert the birds of his presence before he could catch them. It seemed to work and I think he liked wearing it too. He became a little famous for it because it made him look like a jester.
There are so many memories of Monty I treasure. Listening to his cute little heartbeat with a stethoscope. Lifting him up to the bamboo branches so he could chew on the leaves. The way he meow-ed at me with an upward inflection, like he was always asking questions. Sitting on the front porch with him while he cautiously and curiously watched the traffic. Taking him on “tours” of the house from people height,. And how he would sit behind me in the bathroom and watch my reflection in the mirror as I put my make up on. The way he slept between my feet every night.
He looked like a jester but he also had deep soulful eyes and a very strong presence. He made friends with everyone who walked through the door. Popele who didn’t like cats came to love cats after they got to know him. I learned from him how great it is to just be yourself and love people and let them love you back. He showed me how easy it is to let go of your troubles and be content within, and to love looking out the window everyday. He taught me about what really matters and after he passed I realized I was not living my life the way I wanted. I try to honor his legacy today by living like he did; looking out the window, not getting caught up in the small stuff that used to bug me so much.
Monty was 7 years and 7 months when he passed. I thought he had the flu the past couple days. I took him to the vet and she said he had kidney failure and that it was best to euthanize him. It was such a shock and an agonizing moment for me to make that choice. I try to think of all the good times we had to counteract that sad night. You are my best friend Monty. I love you so much, and my life will always be richer for the friendship you gave me, and for everything you taught me.
The Story of Miffy
We got Miffy from a shelter event for my 4th birthday. At first I called her Marie, but that was too hard for me to say, so eventually it just became Miffy. My sister would come later in the year, but Miffy was my first companion. She was such a sweet and kind soul, so docile. In the mornings before school, she would come scratching at my door. I was a light sleeper and with the sound of her meowing greeting me, I never needed an alarm clock.
There have been a lot of changes in my life from age 4 until now, but Miffy was there for everything. There are just too many memories to share. Through all the ups and downs, she would come rub against my feet gently. She would sneak into the dining room under the table and I would pet her with my feet. She was an indoor cat, but would often enjoy looking at the lawn through our glass front door. Miffy loved everyone in the family, but I always felt as though we had a special bond. She got along very well with our other female cat and they would often sleep cuddled together in my childhood bedroom.
Though her health fell quickly in her last days, cause unknown, I will always remember her for the happiness and constant friendship she brought into my life as I have grown up. I know I'll never have another cat who could replace the memories we made together or be as good a friend. I will love and miss you forever, Miffy. Rest in Peace.
The Story of Furry Purry
"Furry Purry" joined our family in early June of 2001. My sister and I (she was 7, I was 9) took riding lessons at a riding school in a town about 15km away. One day, we arrived at the stables with my mum to find this tiny black and white kitten running around. After our riding lesson, we begged our mum to allow us to take her home with us, but she was reluctant as we already had 9 cats and she was worried my dad would be angry. The rule at home was that the cats were not allowed in the house (my dad was very, very allergic to cats), as we lived in the countryside they had two big heated barn all to themselves.
One night soon after, it was cold and my mum sneaked her into a side room downstairs. My dad went downstairs during the night and found her, and told my mum so when he got back to bed. The next morning, she was still in the house. He told us that as soon as he had entered that small room, she had started to purr like a motor and looked up at him with her big eyes, and he hadn't had the heart to throw her out. That was the day my dad became a cat person.
We had her for 15 long years, during which she became the family mascot. She moved house and country (from France to Germany and then back to France) with us twice, a constant, soft presence in our lives. She was very vocal and would always meow when you looked at her or talked to her. She also purred constantly, and had incredibly thick and soft fur. When we sat down to eat she would come into the dining room and sit on a chair at the table with us, and expect to taste what we were eating. 90% of the time she never ate what we gave her, she just wanted it to be offered to her.
In early June, we knew something was wrong. She lost the use of her back legs, started coughing, and stopped eating. The vet diagnosed an allergy, gave her some medication, and she was almost back to her normal self, but we remained unconvinced by the diagnosis. After that, my dad spoon fed her her favourite food four times a day. In early July ago she stopped eating again, and was very lethargic. Blood results came back OK, but a further CAT scan revealed a rare untreatable tumour in her lungs, which had spread to her brain through her spine. There was nothing to do but let her go. Our whole family went to the vet clinic where they had been taking care of her, and we all cried and stroked her as she crossed over.
Furry Purry, the house is so very empty without you. Say hi to Jonzac, Honey Ears, Flossie, Midnight, and all the others. See you at Rainbow Bridge when my time has come too. x x x "
The Story of Gracie
The Story of Gracie - "KeKe" July 31, 2000-July 13, 2016
Gracie was abused and left in a vacant apartment. Our landlord gave her to us because our apartment was infested with rats and they were too cheap to move us or pay for someone to take care of the problem. She needed a home and we were really desperate to get rid of the rats. This girl took out 12 rats the size of my size 10 feet! From that day on, we pledged to her that as long as we had a roof over our head so would she.
I nicknamed her KeKe. She was the most unique cat I've ever laid eyes on. She had eyes that looked like they were made from marbles. She also had no tail and short stubby legs. We later found out she was a manx (breed of cat born without tails) mixed with munchkin (cat version of a 'little person)'. She was sassy and would answer you whenever you asked her anything. I remember when I was in elementary I would always bring her to show and tell and brag about how special she was and all the rats she killed in the apartment.
I loved her (and still do) so much. I would have full on b-day parties for her yearly with Garfield music playing in the background and tuna cakes. I swear she was like a guardian angel sent here to protect me, not the other way around. She was my bff and we have experienced everything together. I've known her since the 2nd grade. I am now in my mid-20's. She has seen me graduate, get married and even just have my first baby. I couldn't have gotten through it all without her, especially being pregnant with my baby as I almost died due to preclampsia. She stayed by my side daily, followed me to the bathroom. and would even bring me stuff.
Unfortunately, about two weeks ago she randomly stopped eating and lost a ton of weight. I knew something was terribly wrong. I took her to the country with me where I knew I could get her better help. I was told today that she had cancer and her kidneys have failed. I was told I had no choice but to put her down since she was pushing 20+. I am so lost without her. It's only been hours since she has passed but it feels like an eternity. I got her cremated so I can spread her ashes along her favorite trail we used to walk back before she got ill. The week before she was put down I said my goodbyes and thanked her for being my guardian angel but that she can finally retire. She looked up at me with the little energy she had, gave me one final kiss on the cheek, put her paw on my hand and rested next to me like she understood I was saying the ultimate goodbye to her.
Goodbye old pal. Sometimes I swear I can still feel her shuffling underneath the couch, but then I remember she just died so it couldn't be her. I shall never forget you and hope to see you again one day.
The Story of Honey
Almost two months ago, I lost my best friend, Honey. She was an adorable orange tabby cat who fell into my lap just over 20 years ago. One of my friends could not keep his young cat (probably only a year) named Fiend and asked if I would take her. I agreed but only if I could change her name; she was just too sweet for her given name. I took her in and changed her name to Honey. We found out she was pregnant and our first adventure together was to help her birth two breech kittens who died. It was very sad, but it formed some sort of bond between Honey and I. She has been my constant companion since. We have moved many times (her favorite thing was exploring a new home from stem to stern), she was lost for 5 days and made it back to me in one piece, she had a severe inner-ear infection and ended up deaf, she was a true redhead and added freckles every time she laid in her favorite sun spots, and she has been there through 20 years of joy and heartbreak in my life, as well. I have always loved coming home to this sweet girl who slept every night in the crook of my arm or above my head on the pillow.
Everyone who met her loved her. She was a little social but not so much that she bothered those who didn’t want to be bothered. She seemed to know who needed her. My ex-husband fell in love with her and was very sad when we got divorced; I believe she was the one thing that kept us friends. He would be my caregiver for her when I went on a vacation or long weekend away. However, she always missed me when I was gone and gave me a good tongue-lashing of mecks (this is what I called her meows because that was what it sounded like) and some cold-shoulder when I returned which quickly turned into ankle-rubbing and head-butting.
About a year and a half ago, the vet told me that she had CRF (kidney failure) and I had to keep a watchful eye. It progressed in 6 months to where I had to give her sub-q fluids to help her stay hydrated. I started preparing myself for the worst but just couldn’t bear the thought of my baby not being around. She progressively got worse but always bounced back until the day she died. One day upon returning home, she had deteriorated and the look in her eyes was telling. She had always made eye-contact with me and her expression on that day was one of worry. I had to make a decision to euthanize her. She died in my arms on the way to the vet. My loss is great and I don’t know how I can ever love another cat as much as I loved her, but only time will tell.
The Story of Bert
I found Bert as a stray kitten 16 years ago. He was hungry and thirsty, and could barely hold his head up. I took the little ball of white fluff home, fed him, and decided that as long as he lived, I would never let him go without again. I made a promise he would be with me always and go wherever I went, no matter what. We traveled from one state to another, and back again, and then back again. I was only 20 when I got him, and he was there through some of the darkest moments in my life. I could lie my head on his belly and cry into his fur, while he patiently purred and slow-blinked back at me. We picked up a little kitten brother (Beable) along the way, and they became the best of friends.
He was polydactyl; his paws were so big and clumsy when he was little. He grew into them a bit, but his thumbs were always very noticeable. I named him Bert because of his unique meow: he sounded like he was saying, "Beerrrrrrt!" He had the biggest, bluest eyes. They reminded me of an animatronic animal because they were so pretty, they almost looked fake. They were also crossed when he was little, but he seemed to grow out of that. He liked to lay in the bathroom when it was steamy after a shower. His extra claws always made clicking noises in the kitchen when he walked. He loved Fancy Feast. If he loved you (and he loved just about everybody), he'd give you plenty of bonks with his head. He had an obsession with licking anything plastic and he came to me when I whistled, every single time, even when he didn't really want to.
As he got older, I wondered how, when the time came, I would ever adjust to my life without him. He was, and is, so much a part of me that I can't find the words to describe what he means to me. He was with me for what pretty much amounted to my entire adult life. I found out a couple years ago that he had hyperthyroid, so we gave him medication for that. He also developed arthritis, which got very bad toward the end, and wasn't being helped by Cortisone shots. His kidneys were starting to fail, his thyroid had gone out of control, and I knew he was in pain. It was time. I said goodbye to him exactly 11 days ago. Bert lived from February 2000 to June 2016.
I don't think I'll ever adjust. Always, I will miss him. Always, he will go where I go, no matter what, because I promised. I love you, my Bert.
The Story of Dexter
Guys, I am from India. It was 10th of August 2015. My brother went to pet shop to get an owl. But guess what.. He got a sweet little furry friend. I always wanted to own a cat. But the condition in which that kitten was kept in that pet shop was pretty horrible. But he had beautiful green eyes and that is why my brother bought it. His glance was too magnetizing. And he often would stare me for long time. During first four months, he used to always sit on my lap, knead his paws on my thighs and often would fall asleep there after.
We would play hide and seek, I would run in front him and hide in a closet or behind doors and he will come searching for me. If he found me, he would purr with joy, but if he failed he would start meowing around the house. Such a Laddy he was!!!
Everything was going well but then 2 weeks ago he stopped eating his kibbles. I tried everything that I could do to make him eat. Bought all the major brands of kibbles that are available here in India. He did not eat them either. I took him to his vet. She suggested to make homemade cat food and gave me some syrups that were supposed to increase his appetite. But all in vain. Days later, he even stopped drinking water. Now I was very much worried. The cat recipes you see over the internet require ingredients that are not so easily available here. So I came out with the my own variant of Chicken and Rice broth. But he was in no mood to eat this. So I took him back to the vet. He was found to be very ill. A few days later, he died of kidney and liver failure.
I still miss him. Looking for him in his usual spots. I MISS HIS GLANCE.HIS STARE.
The Story of Sam
Sam came into my life on a cold November eve in 1996... I came home from work very late at night and as I got out of my car, I heard a small cry coming from the bushes... I went to him, and he couldn’t have been more than 3 months old.. I brought him inside and we immediately bonded... I have had cats my whole life,anywhere from 3 up to 16 at a time, but Sam is one of the special ones... We've been through 3 major moves together, he's put up with me bring in more cats, my bad moods and everything the life has brought us the last 19+ years... I can honestly say he didn’t have a mean bone in his body, he was always good to the other cats, our dogs, the neighbors, and even the birds and mice :).. He would come to greet me each night as I came home from work, ALWAYS with a loud purrrr...I have several names for him: Samuel P. Kittycat, My SON, & Sam Sam the kitty man...He's such a part of my life that I didn’t consider him "just a cat"... I let him eat off my dinner plate, sleep on my pillow and eat all the treats he wanted....Over the years he's been relatively healthy.. he had to have 2 teeth extracted several years ago, and he went blind in one eye (glaucoma the vet said)... The last few weeks he began loosing weight and after a quick Vet trip it was determined nothing was really wrong with him, just plain old age... He quietly passed Tuesday morning... I still have tears knowing I'll never see my precious Sam again...
The Story of Pete
In Spring 2012 two 4-week-old kittens were abandonded in my backyard. My husband and I took in one of the kittens and began caring for her. The second kitten, though, was evasive and wouldn’t let us near him, even though he clearly starving outside. I was finally able to rescue the second kitten by luring him into a humane trap using tunafish and water. We adopted out the first kitten and kept the second one. We named him Pete.
It didn’t take long for Pete to fearlessly nuzzle up to our 60-pound male dog, Charlie, who he saw as a “mama” figure. Pete and Charlie became fast lifelong friends. He also developed a deep friendship and instantaneous bond with our resident housecat, Dixie. The two would spend countless hours wrestling, cuddling in the same catbed, and looking out the window, eating, grooming, and napping together. They were truly inseparable best friends.
Pete was precocious and fearless and lived life fully. He regularly brought us love gifts of dead mice, squirrels, and bird. He got stuck and needed to be rescued from percarious places more times than I can count. Pete was sweet, docile, and cuddly, rarely meowed, and came when called. He constantly wanted to be with me—lying on my lap, lounging on the sofatop above me, rubbing against my legs. We had a wonderful bond.
Pete was always very healthy and strong. That all changed on Good Friday 2016 when I came home from work to find Pete lying sickly in his cat bed. I kept an eye on him throughout the evening and his condition rapidly deteriorated. At 2:00 a.m. I rushed Pete to the animal ER. He was diagnosed with a urinary infection. He was rushed to the ICU. Unfortunately, due to severe complications, my husband and I made the gut-wrenching decision to humanely end Pete’s suffering. It was hands down one of the hardest moments of my life. We held him until the end. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss Pete. He was meant for me and I for him. I’ll always miss my lil buddy and our special human-animal bond. Rest in peace, my Sweet Pete Sweet Pea. xoxo
The Story of Joker
Joker and Mommy
A lot of people have said to me, "You are such a good person to have rescued an elderly cat"; but the way I see it...he rescued me. While I gave my best buddy a furever home for the remaining 3 years of his life, he was the one that rescued my soul with his unconditional and sweet love. I suffer from anxiety, depression and insomnia. With Jokers love, I was finally able to breathe easier and sleep through the night.
My absolute favorite thing about him was that he was the best cuddle buddy ever. No matter where I went, he followed and wanted to cuddle with me. We would spoon together falling asleep paw in hand (he made me hold his paw. If I wasn't he would put his paw in or on my hand!). We had many nicknames for Joker: Old man, Cranky butt, Fatso (he liked to eat his food and steal everyone elses too)...but my favorite was Joker Baby. He was my baby, my best friend, my soulmate.
Joker's illness and subsequent passing was very sudden and heart breaking. Joker had not been feeling good for about 24 hours and I knew it was time for a trip to the vet. Once there the vet ran some blood work and my biggest fear was suddenly a reality - he was suffering from liver and kidney failure.
Saying goodbye to my baby was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It's been about a week since I had to put him down and I cry every single day because I miss him so much. I'm so lucky to have called him mine even if his time with me was much shorter than I wanted. Thank you my Joker Baby for being the absolute best freaking companion. Daddy and your fur family Gremlin, Jade, Charlie and Fisher will miss you dearly...but no one more than I. XoXoXo
The Story of Clover
I will never forget the sunny mid-September morning I noticed three tiny kittens huddling under a church van near my home. They were so small and needed to be rescued so badly. I proceeded to get my 4th grader to school and came right back to the very spot. They were so scared and retreated into the fenders and engine of the van at the first sight of me. One stood out as particularly bold, hissing a harsh warning to me to move on. I quickly learned this one was by far the only one I’d ever get close to after putting food out for them. I quickly scooped the little kitty up and went home. After around a dozen failed attempts to get the others that day (someone was able to finally get them later) I settled in with my new kitty and headed to the vet. He (which I would later find out was a she) was 8 ounces, very hungry and flea ridden but otherwise perfectly healthy.
Over the next few months Clover stole my heart. Maybe it was the ringworm baths I gave her for several weeks or the way she spoke exactly what was on her mind at any given moment. I loved this tiny kitty and was so happy to take care of her. She loved to jump in the clothes dryer and I always had to be very mindful with that normally routine task for her safety. She was the first female animal I have had in my adult life (I have two senior male cats currently) and she was my sweet girl. She had the perfect personality. There is no way I could have designed a better cat. I could not wait to watch Clover grow and spend many years with her.
At 8 months old, Clover was very smart. She did not go near a running vehicle or any roads whatsoever. She wouldn't even walk halfway to the mailbox with me. She enjoyed climbing trees and had several safe spots she likes to retreat to in our yard. She was always inside during the nighttime and I felt like she was in a thriving and safe environment. I will never know how or why she ended up so far from home around such a busy roadway. That will bother me for the rest of my time on this earth. She has been gone for two weeks now and I will never forget her. I miss her so much.
The Story of Tiger
Tiger was a birthday gift for my younger sister when she was 5. He was only a month old and looked like a tiny ball of orange fluff. When he was 11 I was 19 and we moved out since my sister could no longer care for him I took over the responsibility. Orange cats are prone to have alot of health issues I took care of all of that. He was such a high spirited kitty. Loved water and would take showers and baths with me. We would go to bed and I would hold him. He'd bury his head under my neck, hold onto me with his paws and purr till he fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning he was still there. Tigers last days went fast. It was found out that he was experiencing kidney failure and wasn't going to get any better. I had to make the tough decision of letting him go. My 13 year old baby boy is now in heaven and he knows his mamma loves him and did what was best for him. I love you bubby butt forever!
The Story of Dot and Sara-Loo
Dot and Sara-Loo
I have never known a cat like Dot. She was the bossiest, most demanding sweetheart ever. She purred if she was breathing. I got her to keep my other kitty, Sara-loo, company. It was love at first sight for both of them. I had never seen anything like it. When first introduced, Dot turned on her purring motor and just walked right up to Sara to snuggle. Sara-loo simply let her snuggle up and then started to bathe Dot! It was like they had known each other for years.
Dot loved rides in the wheel barrel, chasing treats tossed down the wood floor like shuffleboard pucks and going for walks in and on her kitty carriage. After Sara-loo passed away at 18 years old, Dot was never the same. She quickly developed arthritis, then asthma, then bouts of idiopathic anemia. It was her fourth major episode of fighting multiple issues at once that beat her. She was so tired, but yet kept purring until almost the end. I held her in my arms and whispered “Say hi to Sara-loo for me” as she took her last breath. As sad as I am to loose her, I know they are finally reunited in each others love. She made it to 16 years old; forty years too early for me.
The Story of Pretzel
Pretzel was my best friend, for the last thirteen years.
He was adopted from a shelter, in 2004. We 'clicked' right away. He actually ran to me, with a loud "meooow!" when the caretaker took him out of a holding cage. I knew right then, he was for me and I was for him. He adapted to a life in his 'forever home' very quickly and I spoiled him rotten.. LOL
The best food, the best toys. He was a joy of my life. Loud "talker" who vocalized his emotions and moods. After a few years I knew what he wanted, just by listening to how he meowed. That was awesome. He knew his name and he reacted to it.
When he got older he developed this kind of grunting. I would call his name and he would grunt, as if he was telling me "what now?". Grumpy goofball. In the end he developed kidney and liver problems and basically stopped eating. I was unable to save him, but I knew he's had a good life here, with me.
He was also a star of my amateur films. I got him to act as an imitation/parody of the MGM roaring lion. It took some serious tuna, to make him do it.
I had to say goodbye to Pretzel, on February 9th, 2016. He will always be remembered because I've kept almost 900 photos of him, cataloged, and organized.
The Story of Jasper
She entered my life on October 30, 1997. My then-boyfriend had gone to the shelter to pick out a kitten; I had a late class and when I came home there was this grey and white fuzzball walking across the coffee table. She was 12 weeks old. I was in love.
I’ve never known a smarter cat. Early on in one of our many homes together I picked her up at put her on the bathroom sink. The faucet was on and it took her about three seconds to figure out how to drink from the running water, a habit she maintained from then on. I never had to show her where the sink was in a new place, she just found it.Once a drop of contact lens cleaning solution accidentally landed in her eye as she sat on the sink looking up at me and she never forgot it. Every time I brought that bottle out she would jump down and run off. She charmed everyone she met, including our vet who referred to her as his favorite cat. There was something so special about her, a way of being that you just fell in love with.When I asked my husband what he missed most about her he said her wisdom. I can think of no better answer.
We went through many changes in our years together – relationships ended and began, houses were bought and sold, jobs were gained and lost, other cats and dogs appeared – but she remained a constant. She was there when nobody else was. If I didn’t let her under the covers to sleep with me she’d paw at my face until I relented; then I’d be rewarded with chin licks until it felt like my skin would peel off. Every morning we had a tradition I called “the morning cuddle” where I’d scoop her up and hold her close, petting her while she purred. We had a very deep bond. Even when she was scared and afraid she knew I’d never hurt her. I never betrayed that trust.
Despite having her share of health issues – hyperthyroidism (cured with radioactive iodine), a chronic abscess that required the amputation of a toe, and kidney disease (treated with subcutaneous fluids) – she was in remarkably good shape for her age (18). A few weeks after a routine visit to the vet we found her peeing on the bedroom floor. The vet thought it was an infection so he gave us some heavy duty antibiotics. After a week of treatment it was getting worse – she was in the litter box every few seconds, straining to produce a teaspoon of urine – so back we went. This time he found a growth, a tumor in her bladder that was blocking her urethra. It hadn’t been there the week before. There was nothing we could do. I held her as we let her go, wanting to be anywhere else than in that room, knowing I couldn’t abandon her when she needed me most.
I’ve never loved another living creature as much as I love her. She was my best friend, my partner, my soulmate. Her memory will live with me forever. Goodbye sweet girl. You are dearly missed.
The Story of Joey
I was 8 months pregnant when I found Joseph "Joey" Timothy at a Petsmart. We were there to buy some supplies for our one cat when I saw him in a cage with two other tabby cats. The sign on the cage door indicated that his sisters had already been adopted and I knew he would soon be by himself. I told my husband to come look at this adorable 6 week old kitten and he said to me, "If I look at that kitten I will be taking him home." Of course, we walked out of the store with a new kitten who, instead of needing a cat carrier for the car trip home, sat on top on my pregnant belly because I didn't have a lap.
He was tenacious and sweet with the loudest purr I have ever heard. With a bell around his neck, we would hear him hopping up the stairs at night, one step at a time because he was so little, to pull himself up the side of the comforter and sleep on our pillows above our heads. And purr. He shared our pillows up until he left us right before his 14th birthday. He jumped in our daughter's cradle and tolerated our crazy son with grace. At one point, Joey was so chubby that we joked about him being the size of a football when we got him and turned to look as if he had swallowed the football. He lost some of that weight as he aged but never lost his silky fur, his ridiculously long tail or his incredible purr.
He gained a tuxedo cat for a friend along the way and for 10 1/2 years Joey and Jacob were buddies. Jacob died suddenly of liver failure in August of this year at the age of 11 and Joey followed him a mere 6 weeks later of old age and a broken heart. We, my husband and two kids were holding him, at home when he let go, drew his last breath and went to be with his friends in heaven. His little body still purred quietly for a minute after he was gone. RIP our sweet baby boy and say "Hi" to Alec the Siamese, who hated you when we brought you home but learned to love you, Josh the dog who played with you and Jacob, your best friend. We miss you all.
The Story of Mollie
Mollie Rose was my cat I had 13 years. She was born to a feral cat on March 2, 2002. She was the runt of the litter and being little didn't stop her. She was a brown tabby with green eyes. She always knew when I was sick and would stay by my side until I felt better. She knew well before storm clouds starting building that we would have a storm. She would want to get in the closet. On April 14, 2015 I noticed she seemed confused and was pressing her head on the wall. I looked up head pressing and I knew this meant something was up. I took her to the vet and the news was devastating. Her kidneys were shutting down. No treatment would give her any quality of life. I made the hardest decision of my life and sent her Home with God April 15,2015 at 10:45 a.m.
The Story of Punky
Punky's formal name was Pumpkin because he was orange but we called him Punky as a nickname as it just suited him. I never knew how old he really was as he was a stray in our neighborhood. The vet indicated he was approximately 17 years old. Back in 1997 when my husband’s sister passed away, Punky - who was not ours at the time - actually came over to my husband who was sitting on the front porch grieving. It was almost like he was offering his comfort without even knowing him.
He roamed the neighborhood mainly staying on the other side of our street and people left food out for him. Rumor has it though that someone tried to poison him. He got really sick but recovered. He started coming over to our side of the street and sitting on our side step. When I opened the door every morning he would be there waiting in rain, etc. I could not bear to see him out there. We made him a luxurious home in our new garage with a bed, blankets, toys, good food and our love. I did not bring him in at first because I have another cat about the same age who is hyperthyroid and not very accepting of other cats. Plus Punky loved to be outside. I even had a heater for him in there.
I finally brought him in the house although my other cat did not like it, I did not care. I wanted to pamper him and he had such a hard life and was always roaming not belonging to anyone. Well, he found us by coming to our door step and I am so glad he did. He was the sweetest boy. When his mouth opened no sound came out very often except little gurgling noises. The best lovable personality I have ever seen. I did my best to take care of him.
On September 2nd of this year I came home from work to find him very lethargic and I noticed he had not eaten. I also noticed his belly was very distended. I took him to the emergency vet and they said by the ultrasound it more than likely liver cancer. They drained the fluid and gave him prednisone and he felt better and did good for a few weeks but still was starting to lose a little weight. All his blood work came back good too which gave me hope but his age was against him. I Towards the end of the week of the 21st (Thursday) he started turning his nose up at food and water. I thought maybe he is just having a bad day but it kept up. I started to assist feed him which he let me do for a couple of days but on Sunday September 27th he refused. I did not force him.
Later on that evening I went in to check on him in his bed and sat with him for a while he seemed just tired. I did not sleep that night and was crying and had planned to take him to the vet the next day and in the back of my mind euthanasia was there because I knew he was shutting down. He did not want anything to do with me.
Monday morning September 28th I was just petting him but he was listless. I hurried up got dressed and took him to the vet and called ahead of time. The vet said the cancer was in his liver and starting to affect all of his system so that is why he did not want to eat. He had no quality of life left and could not even go to the bathroom on his own so she indicated euthanasia was the humane thing for him. I did not get hysterical as not to upset him but I sobbed and cried as quietly as I could and told him I loved him so much and Thank you for coming in to my life and that it was ok to go. I had him for 5 years which were wonderful times.
This week has been so hard for me. I am ok and then I start crying. The house is so different without him and I feel such emptiness.
I know time will heal this and I will see him again someday. What makes me the saddest is the hard life he had, he finally found a good home and gets sick.
The Story of Queenie
Queenie, my beautiful Sorrel Abyssinian cat came into our lives in November 2004 as a beautiful 5 year young retired show cat. When Queenie arrived in my NYC loft (via her frequent-flyer crate) she surveyed her new surroundings, looked around a bit, jumped into my lap and began licking my face, my neck, my arms....The next 11 years she was devoted to me, slept on my head (or a pillow next to my head) and regularly begged for water from the bathroom sink or licked the bathtub clean!
Aside from her stunning beauty, Queenie would come when you called her, she licked or head-butted the face of almost every guest (that would allow it), was so friendly and loving that we all joked that she was really a dog in a cat-body.
In addition to Queenie I share my life with an african Grey Parrot named Trouble. Before long Trouble would call Queenie, imitate her meowing, make 'here kitty kissing sounds', say "c'mere girl" and yell at her when she was on the kitchen counter - in my exace voice - but Queenie wasn't fooled!
Most recently Queenie developed some digestive issues and began to lose weight - When it was clear to me and our vet that we couldn't 'turn around' her weight loss, and she had become quite thin, I made the heart wrenching decision to let her go. As I held her in my arms, with her purring and licking my face until she slipped away. Last Sunday the 20th of September her life journey in NYC and as my inseparable companion at end, I sobbed like I haven't since my beloved Grandmother passed away 20 years ago.
Queenie will never leave us in spirit. When my husband and I returned home without her, the first thing that Trouble said was 'Good girl Queenie!' - we're sure he misses her too.
The Story of Asher
I adopted Asher and his "brother" Tobey February 2005. Asher was a striking, energetic gray tabby. It seemed that he had been abused, so it some time for him to come around to being loved, and years to sit in my lap. He loved to play and really loved food.
He was a buddy and would help me around the house. Every morning I would say, "time to brush teeth" and he would run ahead of me and meet me at the bathroom counter. He had the softest fur and the best purr EVER. He wasn't a fan of being held and was the biggest scaredy cat ever. Last night, Sept. 21, when I was in the den with Tobey, Asher had a stroke in the kitchen. He passed on the way to the vet. I am happy that I didn't have to see him waste away and that he didn't suffer more than he did, but I feel empty.
I also feel guilty that on what turned out to be his final day I spent the afternoon cleaning, something he hated (terrified of the vacuum cleaner). So instead of playing with him or loving on him, he was hiding from me. Now I keep replaying the evening in my head. And I keep thinking I will I have to brush my teeth by myself and I will never hear that beautiful purr again. Tobey and I will move on and I will try to find a way to honor the memory of that beautiful, funny creature.
But for now, I hurt.
The Story of Badger
Badger was my world. I adopted her from a shelter in Salem, MA when she was 8 weeks old in 2005. She chose me... I held her, and when I put her back in her cage she frantically tried to grab me through the bars is the cage. It was clear that we were meant to be!
I never went to sleep at night without her laying next to my head purring. She hated everyone else on the planet, but obsessively loved me. We eventually acquired a husband, cat brother, and a human baby boy to our family. She was somewhat ok with all the boys, but remained faithful to me.
A few weeks ago she was seemingly sleeping oddly on one of our sets of stairs. I rushed her to the vet but she was gone. They think she had a stroke or heart attack. She went from being completely ok to gone. My heart was shattered. She was 10 years old.
We did recently rescue a 3 year old cat named Nala who is wonderful. She isn't and will never be Badger, but she is so sweet and she needed a good home. She is also awesome with my young son. There is a silver lining in the wake of my sadness. At least Badger didn't suffer.
The Story of Callie
Callie first came to my family 12 years ago after we had moved into our new house in Virginia. One morning, a runner came to our door with her in his arms and asked if she was ours. We said, "No, but we will take her." She was a small thing with awkwardly large ears(which she grew into later) and we immediately fell in love with her. How could we not?
I remember we kept her out on our screened porch for a night or so before we introduced her to our other two cats, Ricky and Lucy(rest in peace, 2011 and 2014). She was so snuggly and would fall asleep behind my dad's neck. We quickly discovered that she could even do backflips when playing with her favorite feather toy. So impressive! However, she did climb up our Christmas tree once and it took us awhile to get her out. She was sometimes a stubborn girl.
Over the years, Callie has been a constant in our lives. She moved with us to two different houses in Georgia and then back to Virginia. She accepted three other animals into our family(even though our youngest cat annoyed her a bit). She watched me go through my awkward middle and high school days and to my years in college. She was always there when I got home from school, ready to jump up in my lap for cuddling.
I will miss her and all her love. I will miss her little high-pitched meow, her speckled nose, and the way she comforted me always. I will miss so many things about her, I could write to no end. She was the sweetest kitty and she and her siblings have taught me how to love and showed me how to be loved. It has been hard not having her anymore, but I will cherish the memories I have with her. Although I wish we had her for longer, I know she is having fun with Ricky and Lucy at Rainbow Bridge, tumor free and munching on chewy fish-flavored treats.
We miss you and love you, Cal. Thank you for letting us be your humans.
The Story of Nike
Below is a picture of Nike in healthy years. She was a 16 year old kitty cat that was our first fur baby after my husband and I got married. She came to us when her owner became pregnant and could no longer keep her. She was 5 years old at the time, almost 6. She was scared to death that first day when she came to us, but we won her over. She was the most gentle, quiet-spirited, grateful animal that I have ever seen. She was just happy to be petted and lying on my stomach cuddling. I think she would have done that 24 hours a day if possible. She was so gracious in sharing her home when we adopted three other pets. Each time, she quietly, sweetly accepted change in the household. She patiently put her with her little brother and sisters who liked to pester and play with her. She was the Matriarch and we miss her dearly. I have shed so many tears this weekend. She lived with us for 10 years (a quarter of my life). She had such a way of looking right into your soul with those green eyes. I can still see her precious little face, cocked to one side, to be petted. I called her my little Snowball. She began losing weight rapidly in the past few weeks. She was unable to really eat or drink anymore.
We took her to the vet this past weekend and discovered that she had cancer of the spleen and that her kidneys were not working well. Her dad and I were with her on her final journey. This was our first time to have any experience with euthanasia, but we didn't have a choice. We didn't want her in any pain. I hope she understood the love behind our decision. I hope that I will see her again. We prayed for God to show us the right thing to do. That was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Please pray for us. Thank you!
The Story of Luke
I didn't think I would have quite the experience I am. I knew I would miss him but after reading your web site I was shocked to hear my experience explained so well. It has only been a few days since the vet came and assisted him in his passing after developing a blockage in his urinary tract and I am wondering how it is that I have been thrust into such deep pain and suffering from this loss. But after all Luke was an awesome cat.
Luke came to me after my husband was driving home from work just before labor day weekend 2005. Just a little over a year after we moved to MI. He picked Luke out of a litter of kittens at a farmhouse he had passed by that had that sign we all see so often.."free kittens". He was perfect. He reminded me of a little back kitty I found laying in the gutter when I was out delivering flowers many years before. I stopped and picked up that little black kitty and turned him in to the local vet planning to claim him if nobody else did,only to get the call that he had Leukemia and had be euthanized. Now here was this little black kitty in front of me. What a cutie.
I called him Luke because it means the bearer of light. He was definitely that, Luke was awesome. He quickly took to being our cat. He enjoyed both my sons and explored our home. We learned that Luke really liked to play fetch. We would toss his toy mouse and off he would chase and get that mouse only to carry it back and put it down for us to toss and off on another chase. He was quite good at acrobatics or could have made a great outfielder because if you had a treat and popped it straight up in the air he would jump high and paw that treat right out of the air or catch it. One particular time he caught that treat and popped it into his mouth in one fell swoop before landing back on the floor.
Besides his antics Luke was perceptive. He knew when you were sad and needed comfort or if there was an argument and you needed back up or a distraction. He was always there. During my separation and divorce I had to move back in to my parents for a time and they would remark often how Luke and Mary would follow me and even sit and wait outside the bathroom door as I showered and cleaned up. They were always by my side. Luke stayed playful through the years. I played hide and seek with him just recently and often times he would wake me in the middle of the night as he would come meowing down the hall with a toy mouse in his mouth. He was a great companion and his presence is missed.
The Story of Marvel
I miss him. A neighbor brought him and his brother to me. They had found them under her mother's house cuddled up to their dead mother. My neighbor brought them home and cleaned them up but her husband wouldn't let her keep them. She knew I have cats and would take good care of them.
They were so tiny! Marvel had no tail at all, but Magic, his brother, has the tiniest bit of one. They were energetic and would eat and were super affectionate. They would sleep with me cuddled up against my face and loved to play in the yard. Marvel was a vibrant orange and his brother is a lighter buff color. Marvel had such a zest for life. He loved to play and especially to cuddle. He always wanted to be held. His life was so short. I had so many hopes and dreams for him. I wanted his life to matter even if it was short. He had too many health issues to survive.
He matters to me. He was only 6 weeks old when he left on July 18, 2015. I will always love him.
The Story of Mooch
I first met my beloved Mooch after having to put down my 13 year old tuxedo cat, Rocco, for cancer in 1999 and I was heartbroken. On a subsequent trip to the vet with my dog a few months later I saw a women there with a basket of kittens getting their 5 week checkups. As soon as Mooch popped his little head up I fell in love and knew we needed to be together. I talked to the women and it turned out they had been orphaned and needed homes. I agreed to adopt him with his brother Monkey as the two were very bonded.
Those kittens lit up my life! For 15 years they were inseparable and played and snuggled together. Mooch was always my "cuddle buddy" and every morning he would wait for me to wake up (well mostly he waited ... sometimes he couldn't wait and woke me up) and as soon as I was awake we would have a snuggle fest. He loved to lay on my lap or flop next to me and have me rub his belly. He was the sweetest and gentlest cat I've ever known.
Recently he became very sick and declined rapidly. The diagnosis was severe anemia and pancreatitis and then they found an abdominal mass. With a heavy heart I realized that the kindest, most loving thing to do for my sweet boy was to let him go. I held my baby on my lap and said good bye on July 5th. Now there is a giant hole in my heart and in my world and watching his poor brother, Monkey (who is now completely deaf) look for him is heartbreaking.
We honored Mooch with a candle lighting ceremony and a champagne toast last night. Our life has forever changed and it will be a quieter, sadder place but, as sad as it is, we are happy and grateful to have had sweet Mooch in our lives for 15 wonderful years.
RIP my beautiful baby boy, Mooch. You will be terribly missed in our lives but will live on forever in our hearts.
I'll meet you at The Rainbow Bridge.
The Story of Bella
I’ve been living and working in Australia since February 2009. I came from Naples Florida. After the financial crisis decimated the home building industry, and I was laid off in 2008, I looked for a job non stop until I found one. Just one. Half the world away.
The town I ended up working in is quite a small place. Most folks here have known each other their whole lives. Being a foreigner in a small agricultural community was a lonely experience to say the least. After a few months, I was settled in, and I needed some company. I’ve had cats my entire adult life and so in August 2009 I drove to the city and paid a visit to the RSPCA shelter.
I knew Bella was special right away. Walking down the road of cats in cages there was this plucky tortie with a protective collar on (she’d just been neutered). She looked like she was expecting me. So I opened the cage and got in (the cats were in large enclosures). Bella was over the moon. She kept rolling over on her back to show me her tummy. It was love at first sight.
A few years went by. I stayed in the small town, needing to work. Friends were hard to come by but Bella was something special. The whole of a person’s need for emotional connection and sharing of love and affection is a lot to put on anyone, let alone a cat. Bella never once disappointed. She gave love to me without hesitating. I would t have made it without her. It’s as simple as that.
2015 has been a hard year. My father passed away last month, and I flew home for his funeral. Two days ago, after a sudden turn into an illness we didn’t know was there, my beloved Bella died. On Tuesday, everything was fine. On Wednesday, on my lunch break, she was listless and not eating. I took the rest of the day off and we went to the vet, in a town an hour away. An x-ray later we took her home. I took the next day off to be with her and see how she went. We slept late and she spent the early part of the day laying on my chest. She was so tired. By afternoon she had not improved, and I took her back to the vet. She passed in her sleep that night.
I don’t know how to cope.
Bella loved me more than anyone I know ever has. Bella loved to climb trees. Bella was the little spoon. Bella gave me love when nobody else would. Bella was always ready for bedtime!
Bella is gone. I love her.
Thank you for reading all this. Bella the cat, also known as The Mighty Tum Tum, was my best friend. She was the most loyal, devoted, unwavering friend I may ever have. She was a naughty tortie. She was beautiful. I will never stop missing her.
The Story of Legs
Legs and friends
In Nov 13, a small little black & white kitten grabbed my attention at the local pet store. He was an active little fella & came up to the glass & started scratching at it, then rubbed his face against it & then began to lick it. This is how he won me over.
I spoke to my husband about getting a kitten to join the 3 other cats we had but he didn't really want anymore. Who was he kidding? He knew I'd do what I wanted anyway. In the end I got 3 kittens so they'd always have playmates. We got 2 boys who were fom the same litter & looked like twins & a little girl. At the time they were about 10 weeks old. The girl became known as Lilo, & the boys were named Bruno & Legs.
Legs got his name because he seemed all legs, his rear ones appeared slightly longer than the front, & this was also the only way my husband could tell him & Bruno apart.
Legs was a playful kitten & enjoyed playing & rough housing with his siblings. He loved to chase scrunched up paper & then just rip it to shreds leaving it all over the house. We got a laser pointer toy & Legs loved chasing the red dot no matter how often it got away or outsmarted him.
They only got to go out when mum or dad were home & the trick to get them back inside was to shake the treat bag & they'd come running; well most of the time. Legs loved lowering his head & getting the back of his neck scratched & he was a beautiful & gentle boy.
In Dec 14, I noticed changes in Legs & became concerned when I caught him eating kitty litter. After a number of tests & procedures it was devastating to be told that my little boy, at the tender age of 15 months, had lymphoma. We decided to give him the best chance but sadly he reacted badly to his first session of chemo & his body betrayed his mind & I had to make the ultimate decision to put his wellbeing & happiness above everything else. He was 16 months old & brave to the end when he left this world.
Legsy has left so many wonderful memories behind in just the short 13 months we had him & I will miss him so much as the threesome has now become a twosome.
Rest in Peace Legsy; gone too soon but never forgotten..
The Story of Gio
My dear Gio came to me at 5 weeks old! He was a bottle baby and when my daughter and i would come home he would claw his way up our legs with his tiny little pin like nails. He didn't want us to forget it was time for him to be fed! That little baby grew up to be a 32 lb big boy! He was the sweetest boy. He was also a little bit of a scaredy cat but he would come to his sister Lola's side if she needed.
He would rub noses with me and give me kisses! I would get so mad at him when he woke me up at 5:30 in the morning to be fed. He would use his litter box and dig through his litter like he was trying to get to China and what a mess he would make. Well yesterday when I came home from work Gio was not meowing to be fed. He was sitting in front of the window just staring. He would never meow and dig in his litter again because Monday night I lost him! I laid on the floor with him all night to let him know I was with him! I whispered in his ear it is OK to go I would be OK. I told him that Lola was waiting for him and it was OK to go be with her! I woke up around 4 am and my boy had crossed the rainbow bridge. I will miss him the rest of my life but I take comfort knowing Lola and Gio are together again waiting for me.
The Story of Mussiona
2006 - 2014*
Demeanor of a Princess and the gait of a Tiger ! That was our Mussiona. We were blessed with Mussiona in early January, 2006 when someone with a local pet rescue service brought her to us. I never had a cat before so it was a surprise for me when she jumped on to my lap for the first time. But soon it became a regular feature and something to expect when she walked up to my recliner.
I don’t know how she learned discipline, or that more likely, it was in her genes !Mussiona almost never had a ‘mistake’ in the house, unless she had an upset stomach like diarrhrea. She definitely had a built-inclock ! Her day would start between 5 and six a.m., when she would come into our bedroom and start “talking” ! We knew it was time for her food, either the bowl was empty (we left a full bowlf food and water before we went to bed) because she had finished the food over night, or becausehe wanted something different . Yes. She was ‘picky’ just as a cat normally is ! She would often refuseo eat the same food 2-3 days in a row. We would know when she looked and smelled her food and walked away. She also would NOT eat food that had become, or nearly become stale!
No. She was not a voracious eater. On the contrary. We had open feeding for her because she would generally take little bites at a time and I was always concerned she’s not eating enough ! Of course,Mussiona’s FAVORITE foods were the meats that came off our dinner table ! She LOVED all kinds of meat, specially the spicy kind. She was a spice-eater ! I often needed to sprinkle a few grains of salt on food that was too bland for her. And, whenever I was cooking, Mussiona would come and sit and watch me and wait for the food to be ready. And if during this wait time, I gave her regular food in her bowl, she was like “OK, I will be nice and taste it, but I really want what you’re cooking now!"
The first time we put her in a cat boarding place while we went out of town for a couple of days was also the last ! Mussiona had a very quiet and loving nature, but she did not take kindly to animal clinics or boarding houses ! We called to check up on and were informed that she would not let anyone near her kennel. They posted a RED warning notice on her cage ! We were really surprised. We had to get her ourselves from her kennel when we returned the following day.
Mussiona’s health issues finally got the best of her this past Veterans Day. A couple of months after moving here, she was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. We tried a health supplement for several months and that did not bring her T4 numbers down.
Mussiona continued losing weight. She hovered over her food as she WANTED to eat but could not. We tried all her favorite foods and we started syringe feeding her. Now, it is fruitless to ponder with hindsight and to conjecture on what should have been done and what could have been and I donot put blame on anyone. Letting Mussiona go was the right and kindest act.
Galina and I were (and still are) devastated.
She was put to sleep at the local Pet Emergency Clinic in the early hours of Veterans Day. Mussiona was our only little girl. Our love for her will never die and she is forever in our hearts.
The Story of Charlie
At a pet store under the El tracks on the north side of Chicago, my boyfriend (now husband) and I found a special orange kitten with his black siblings available to bring home. I immediately knew he was meant to be an addition to our family. On the way home from the pet store, we stopped at Petco and I ran in to pick up a litterbox and some kitten food. When I got back into the car a song from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" came to my mind and I sang outloud, "I've got a golden kitten." We decided right then that his name would be Charlie :-)
Charlie lived in a total of 5 homes with us as our lives moved forward. We have always had 2-4 cats living with us at a time, and Charlie lived to the age of 15 years and 10 months. During his life, 2 of our cats passed away, and 3 other cats and 1 dog joined our family. Charlie had a passion for a certain of treats. We would bring those treats out at night, and dubbed him "nighttime Charlie" because of his personality when he heard the bag of treats.
In 2014 Charlie was diagnosed with diabetes. I gave him insulin shots every day. His diabetes went into a short-term remission, but he went through several complications and nearly lost his life during those times. We believed he was proof that cats CAN have 9 lives!!
On December 5, 2014, Charlie couldn't go on in the state his body was in, so I brought him to the vet one last time. Now, my son's bedroom seems to have a void, as Charlie stayed in that room 95% of the time. He is now healthy and we are looking forward to the day when we meet at the Rainbow Bridge!
The Story of Mitsy
Mitsy was a very special girl and the light of my life. She came into my life at 7 and a half weeks old on a warm September afternoon. On the night before, my mother told me that she saw the cutest kittens around the corner while she and dad were taking a walk; she also said she as not going to tell me where they were seen because I would take them home. Naturally, I asked dad and not only did he tell me where they were, but he said that one of them tried to follow him home. This one was all black with white paws. The next day, I walked around the corner and called out "Psspsspss!" The whole family came to greet me but the one with the little white paws came up to me first. I picked her up, brought her home, and the rest was history.
Mitsy was as just as spunky as she was sweet. She made fast friends with my other two kitty babies, Milo and Sheena and with my 100 pound yellow lab, Boomer. She loved to get "roughed up" and run around the house. When she wasn't busy playing, she would curl up on my chest when I watch TV nuzzling her head under my hand to be pet and sleep with me under my arm. Mitsy was also a chatter box and talked back to you, especially when you called her name.
My Mitsy was taken away from my husband and me too soon. She was diagnosed with renal failure at the age of four and passed away four months later. I miss seeing her bright green eyes looking back at me and the way she scratched the carpet under my bedroom door to tell me that she wanted my company. I miss seeing her loving face when I get home from a long day at work and the way she head butted my hand when I pet her. Mitsy, I will always love you and will see you again across the Rainbow Bridge when my time is done.
The Story of Gold
My beloved Gold was born October 17, 2001 but joined our family in February 2002 with her sister, Silver, when they were 4 months old. My 8-year old daughter had wanted a kitten for Christmas, but both kittens had been a bit sickly so the breeder waited until they seemed to be more healthy. Since we finally got them during the Winter Olympics, my daughter, and her 7-year old brother agreed Gold and Silver were perfect names since Gold was ruddy in color and Silver was blue. They both became beloved companions and were cute, playful and brought great joy to our family.
Even though we added several rescues to our family- a rabbit, guinea pig and a cockatiel, Gold and Silver remained our family's best companions. Gold began to develop digestion issues several years ago and we tried special diets and endured several rounds of tests, but two different veterinarians couldn't seem to determine a cause. The vet visits created a tremendous amount of stress on Gold and we decided that we wouldn't put her through a lengthly diagnostic process and whatever ailed her would take its natural course. This was over 8 years ago, and though Gold was very underweight (less than 6 pounds), extremely thin, had loose stools, and was confined to my bedroom (with an outside deck), she never stopped purring and talking whenever I walked into the room. She greeted me by jumping out of her heated bed, jogging toward me with a smiley face and the cutest meow. She followed me from bed to closet to bathroom to outside deck. She sat on the bathtub edge and talked to me during my baths. She would sometimes sit on the deck, enjoying the sun. She loved to sit on my chest, roll over on her back,and put her face up against my chin. She slept curled up in the curve of my neck, whiskers against my face; her warmth and purr were my nighttime comfort. It took her only seconds to find the nook against my body and settle in for the night. When I left the bedroom, I would return to find the gift of her stuffed kitten either at the door or on my pillow. Unlike our other Abysinnian cats, she was calm and shy. She was the sweetest cat I have ever known.
We don't know what finally took her life but we were lucky to have had as many years as we did with her. She had bad spells before and had stopped eating for a couple days, but then would perk up and start eating again. On Saturday November 1, she didn't get out of her bed to greet me and I knew she didn't feel well. By the next day, I knew the inevitable was close. I stayed by her side and brought her onto our bed as she became weaker. My husband and I were with her as she moved into the next realm. She died on Sunday November 2, 2014. Though I know she is at peace, I miss her tremendously. My room feels empty without her even though Silver is doing her best to fill the space. She is buried under a beautiful pine tree with her stuffed kitten. I hope she is free from her physical limitations, running wild with joy and will come back to visit me sometimes.
The Story of Minxi
Minxi, my beloved Tinkerbelle
In 2002 after a split up I returned to NYC and wanted a little furry Friend !
Passed by a Vet office
There was a sign up "Kittens up for adoption...........", I walked in to the place and did not feel a connection with the kittens, was disappointed and I set down when a beautiful green eyed cat jumped on my lap and licked my face .
I wanted her love from the first sight, I ask about her. they told me that she was abandoned by her prior owners after an operation.
I begged and they granted my wish for her to come home with me under my coat
I have not spent more then 3 weeks away from her since then and in the 12 years I had her, we were in tune 100%. She passed away because of kidney disease. I love you Minxi and we will be together 4 ever :)
The Stories of Wink and Sivy
Here are my stories of Wink and Sivy.
I adopted Wink ten years ago this summer from a local shelter I was volunteering at. The cat room had cards on the cages with wonderful write-ups advertising the cats. For example, "This if Fluffy. Fluffy loves playing with toys and sitting on laps and would a wonderful companion!". I got to one particular cage and the card simply said "Has one eye.". I looked in and saw this small cat with a big blue eye staring at me. I knew I had to take her home. That was how Wink came into my life.
Wink was very special. She was with me during college, the time after, through relationships that came and went, through life events, everything. A few years ago I moved back with my mom briefly to help take care of my grandma before she passed. When she did pass away, mom was attached to Wink, so I left Wink in her care to keep her company. My mom loved Wink as much as I did.
Wink loved sitting in the window and doing what we called "squawking" at birds. I'm sure cat owners know what I'm talking about. She moved her mouth without sound, like she was trying to talk to them. She loved finding places to sleep where nobody could find her, which led to several times of freaking out thinking she'd ran away, when really she was in a ceiling tile, under the box springs between the fabric and the mattress, etc. Wink was a beautiful cat, and loved to be told so. Telling her how pretty she was would earn you lots and lots of nose taps.
Wink began to get sick a couple of months ago. She stopped eating and during a visit to the vet, he said there was a mass in her stomach. Wink started eating again, but the mass grew. She began losing hair, losing weight, and was lethargic. The decision was made to let her go peacefully. My mom and I took her to my vet, told her what a good girl she was, and held her as she slipped away. Wink left us on August 1st, 2014.
Wink was a great cat, always entertaining, always loving, and will be always in our hearts.
Sivy came into my life on February 14th, 2012. My boyfriend at the time gave her to me as a Valentine's Day gift. Sivy and I bonded from the start. While Sivy learned to love the puppy I adopted a year and a half ago, Bogie, she was not fond of other cats in her domain. I took in three different strays that had been abandoned, but had to find them homes, because Sivy would just not have any of it.
However, she did love her brother Bogie. It was love/hate for awhile. Bogie absolutely loved Sivy, and wanted nothing more than for her to love him. She would sit next to him on the couch and he would look so happy, and then she'd reach over and slap him on the face. He would be crushed. Over time though, I'd find them laying together, and every morning they'd run and play and wrestled with one another. I hadn't thought about it, but I wondered if Sivy had been lonely before he came, when it was just her and I.
I always jokingly told Sivy she was a weirdo. She'd lay in positions that appeared incredibly uncomfortable to me, but she seemed so content. She loved going outside and laying in a patch of sunshine. She liked to sit on the edge of the bathtub when I took bubble baths (until one time she accidentally caught her tail on fire from a candle). She loved Temptations treats (tuna flavor only), and sometimes would eat the dog's food when I fed him before he could get to it, just to remind him that she was the boss. But she loved Bogie. I think if she could talk she would never admit it, but she did love him.
Sivy passed away unexpectedly on August 2nd, 2014. I love and miss her so much, but not nearly as much as Bogie does. It's heartbreaking to watch him look around for her, or pick up her toys and bring them to me. I hope in the 2 1/2 years Sivy was in my life she was happy. I just wish we had more time together.
The Story of Pebbles
I live in a small Mobil home park where this wonderful sweet and shy cat named Pebbles was left after her owner moved out of state. Everyone in the park tried to take care of her the best we could. She wouldn't stay in anyone's home even tho many of us tried to get her to. We fed her, when we could catch her we would get her the shots she needed and flea control. Everyone would talk to her if they saw her in the park. She was the Princess of the park.
There are about 6 other cats here in the park and a few of them would pick on Pebbles as she was such a small girl so I built a small place in the back of the park up off the ground and covered on 3 sides as a place to feed her. One neighbor fed her in the morning and I would feed her in the evening and another lady would feed her if I couldn't get home in time. We always called to her as we went through the park taking the food to her at night. Sometimes she would come running and follow us other times we wouldn't see her at all.
Last week we noticed that she wasn't acting like herself and we decided to take her to the vet on Monday.The neighbor that feeds her in the mornings was able to catch her (too easily) Sunday night and kept her in his house overnight. I took her to the vet and we got the worst news possible, she had feline leukemia. The Vet said her quality of life would not be improved by the treatments available so we made the difficult choice of having her put to sleep. I am writing this because I want her to be remembered forever.She did not deserve to be left behind Pebbles all of us here in the park will miss you and we think of you often..
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