? - Aug. 5,
I just needed so bad to write
to someone who I know would understand about the death of loved animal.
My Kittie, WindWhistle, has
been sick for a while, but especially this last month. He was at
death's door twice. He had CRF among other things, but it was his
CRF that couldn't be patched up by his vet. The first time he was
at death's door, he couldn't move his bowls. The second time his
lung was filled up with water. Then he had diarrhea for over a couple
of weeks. I had him on steroids, pepcid A/C, I gave him a needle
under the skin water therapy to prevent dehydration, a medicine to keep
him for vomiting, iron syrup, and epogen under the skin to build up his
red blood cells. At times I spoon fed him. I loved that kittie so
much. I feel that my heart will break.
Yesterday, WindWhistle was
mouth breathing and gasping for air. I took him to the vet and he
was put on oxygen. The vet strongly suggested that I put him to sleep.
That was suggested a few weeks ago also. I wasn't ready, but I knew
that I would never be ready to let my kittie go.... He loved me so
unconditionally. Yesterday, my husband, my daughter and her husband
(they now live in NH) and myself gathered to watch my kittie be put to
sleep. He is buried in my backyard. I feel so sad...
14, 2003 - November 12, 2003
Bubba was an all gray flouffball.
8 weeks old and loved to
play with the kids.
He will be in our hearts
-:¦:- Mellissa -:¦:-
Dear little dilute calico..
A memorial ode for all homeless
I wish we could have saved you. but by the time
we got home all I saw was your broken body on the sidewalk. I wished you
were alive. I would have taken you upstairs and wrapped you in a blanket
and fed you warm special kitty milk and food that would make you
strong. you would become part of our family.
But Brian got out of the car and saw how you were
broken. your careless, stupid owners left you without a collar and
without a care. in the suburbs of providence, you were crossing the
road when the evening turned into the darkest night. half lifeless,
you crept one painful step at a time until you reached higher ground
where you could sleep forevermore.
I wanted to cradle you, love on you, nurture you.
love you the way you deserved to be loved. your white silky fur and
beautiful spots of gray and orangey peach. there is no other kitty
like you. you are unique. I wanted to feel your purr, your paws resting
on my leg, your claws lovingly kneading my belly, happy smiling eyes
telling me you loved this kitty family. but your life was gone. your spirit
had left hours before our car lights revealed your eternal fate.
I love you, precious dilute calico. when Brian
lovingly took your sharply angled body in his gloved hands and placed
you carefully into the plastic bag to hide your fate, he loved you
too. I could see your paws, stiff and outstretched, poking outward
thru the plastic, as if you were saying, "Please give me life again, there
are more birdies to watch, more squirrels to hunt, more love to be given."
But it was too late. Your life cut short by the stupidity of your
owners. Your body already stiffened by their mindless choice to leave
you outside in the middle cold of this November night.
please know that, even though I never met you,
I loved you more than you'll ever know or have ever known.
March of 1993
- January 4th, 2004
Patch wasn't a bothersome
kitty. He sometimes meowed at night, and nipped if you poked at his belly.
But he was still a wonderful cat. He grew up with me, and he was my baby.
I remember when I was only
three years of age when I was violently sick with the flu, and my mother
and Brother brought home a kitten, one just for me.
I named him Patch, because
of the patches on his body. He wasn't an enormously active kitten, but
we still loved him.
As the years passed on he
grew chubby, even for a cat. He got along well with my other Kitty, Bob
(passed away in March a few years ago due to kidney problems). My other
kitty, Samurai (Still with us) loved to play with Patch, even if Patch
wasn't interested. Patch loved to lie in the sun and enjoy the warmth.
Though lethargic in his later
years, Patch was a friendly cat. He loved beng petted. He slept in my bed
most days and nights.
We still are unsure why he
died. My mother says He probably had a stroke or heart ataack due to his
obecity. All I know is that he was dead when I went into the garage, looking
for a towel. I don't think I've cried harder in my life. He's been with
me for most of my thirteen years.
I'll always love my Patchie.
So will Mom, dad, and my Brother Zach too.
Lauren, Judi, Jack, and Zach
1987-April 3, 2004
I was 12 when my parents
got Gizmo from PAWS in Tx. He was the sweetest and kindest cat ever. We
love you Gizmo and we are going to miss you.
?? ?? 2004
- June 18, 2004
The Gentle Guardian
The Brooding Hen
With wings spread out
A severe eye backed with
that it rivals a human mother's
Though she flies at the foe
with tearing claws and beating
to her fluffy yellow charge,
she almost sings
with a voice to make jealous
the sweetest dove
as it cooes to its mate
full of passionate love.
The brave knight knows no
If a mother hen he never
As she warms her offspring
While they lie beneath her
Biscuit was a baby, in our
family. She was a 5lbs Pomeranian. She was 14 years old.Biscuit we love
you and you will always be missed!! You are in our hearts and I know you
are at peace. God Bless you and Keep you safe in his arms. WE LOVE YOU
OUR PRECIOUS BABY GIRL!!
987 - July 8, 2005
You were the one kitty cat
in the entire shelter that didn't seem resigned to your fate, standing
there, front paws on the bars, yowling your furry little head off saying
Pick Me, Pick Me.
I never had cause to regret
In all our years together,
with exception of the time you played the fool and got your tail broken
when you slipped off the roof of the garden shed at 9 months old you never
had a sick day in your life.
You were a true and faithful
companion, sleeping on my pillow with your chin on my hand, purring softly
if I so much as said hello, every night of our life together up until you
were no longer able to climb up onto the bed.
You had your finicky traits
as well, always refusing to drink water unless it was fresh and running
out of the tap, no bowl water for you.
Always there for me you were,
with a soft meow, gentle purr, and a lick of my hand or nose whenever I
was ill or feeling blue.
Your love for us was without
equal, without expectations, and without end, as will be ours for you eternally.
Until we meet again at the
bridge dearest Babe, know that you were, and always will be loved, and
nothing will ever replace you in my heart, nothing will fill that empty
space you left behind except for all the happy memories you have given
me to look back on.
Rest now little Babe, and
Best friend of
Ronald Riekens II
Oregon City, OR
Born in mid-April of 1999
Stormy was brought to us by a neighbor in June of '99. She was described
as the "runt" of the litter, and you could tell it was true. At 2 months
old we could still hold her in the palm of one hand.
She was about the sweetest
we have ever known, almost indescribable in personality. We never witnessed
any act of aggression that was not play related, she never messed beyond
the box, occasionally she would beg for food, but that was due to being
spoiled early on :)
With her small size, and
attitude, we could tell that she would stay a kitten in mind for as long
as she was to bless our lives. She never aspired to be an outdoor kitty,
always preffering to sit by the open door and scent the wind, watching
the outside world with nary a clue as to what lay beyond, nor a care to
Oh she had her little quirks,
try as we might we could not convince her that clean folded clothes were
not a bed. If she was nearby and we didn't pay attention when she chirped
in that special way that kittens have she'd gently reach out a paw to our
hand or cheek and partially flex her claws until we'd talk to her and scritch
her. Never one for headbutts or kisses she loved rubbing her chin against
our hands or legs. Bathtime was always her favorite, as bedtime neared
she could always be found curled up on the toilet waiting for me to appear
and start the tub filling. The whole time I was soaking she'd sit the chirping
and chattering away at me. One time she tried sitting on the edge of the
tub, until she leaned forward to try and take a sip of water and fell in.
After that it was toilet top every night.
She came along at the perfect
time to help me thru some very rough things in my life, having learned
only shortly before that my Father had cancer. When he passed away, looking
in her eyes would remind me that I needed to go on with life because I
had a furry little bundle of pure unadulterated love to attend to.
Discovering that she was
ill was the second hardest moment I ever had with her, she stopped eating
and drinking, and by the time I could get her to a vet her skin was turning
yellow. At the vets office they found a mass on her stomach that had spread
to her liver. That was a very hard thing to take, not being able to help
her when she had been such a tremendous help to me throughout her life.
I tool her home, hoping against hope that she would improve, that somehow,
someway, she wouldn't be taken from us. It only took a few days of seeing
her lose strength, and not being able to keep anything down to make the
hardest decision I ever had to. On September 28th, 2005 I had to have her
put to sleep. They allowed me to be there with her through the procedure,
and as the medications took effect I could see that the pain was leaving,
and she was able to relax, finally at peace, drifting off as she tucked
her paw under her chin and the long remembered look of love returning to
replace the pain in her eyes.
As she lifted from the bonds
of Earth I kissed her forehead one last time and told her to wait for me
at the bridge, and to say hello to Babe, Rons' cat that we lost on July
Stormy, you always remained
the sweetest, most loving kitten I have ever known. In your 6 years
you never grew up, and we wouldn't have changed a minute of it except to
be able to have you longer in our lives. You were a ray of true light in
an often dreary world, and you were the best kitty cat I ever had.
I Love You Stormy
Oregon City, Oregon
Also loved by
Ron Riekens II
Oregon City, Oregon
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