good night, Gibs

Lars wrote:

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Hi Lars,

I'm sorry you lost your good friend Gibs. Sounds like you had a great
life together and she definitely belonged to you and your wife. Purrs
for you, your wife, and the rest of your feline family.

Joyce

"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.



sending comforting purrs your way. I lost my beloved cat and companion of
over 14 years back in May - I know only too well how it feels.

Brenda

Thanks for the lovely tribute. A candle has been lit for Gibby's trip
to the RB, and purrs and hugs coming to those who loved him.

On Mon, 08 Dec 2003 20:41:55 GMT, "Lars" wrote:

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.


--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

[remove Junk for email]
http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html

On Mon, 08 Dec 2003 20:52:19 GMT, "Yoj" wrote:

This is definitely the right place to do this. All of us here love
cats, and most of us have lost one or more. Everyone's grief is
different, but we do understand.

Do you know the story of the Rainbow Bridge? Many of us find it
comforting at a time like this. I'm sure someone will send it to you,
or tell you how to find it.

Purrs,
Joy

I hadn't heard of the Rainbow Bridge until I started reading this NG,
looked it up and found a copy at:

http://www.homeranimals.com/rainbow.htm




"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken
right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the
past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she
was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly
owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in.
The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to
leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a
kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring.
This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for
serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test
cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were
to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn
over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with
us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf
washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for
comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She
had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while
she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to
the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always
liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By
doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and
'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.




--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

[remove Junk for email]
http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html

in article , Lars at
wrote on 12/8/03 2:41 PM:

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.


Oh such a beautiful memorial. She had a very good life with much love.

((Hugs))

Karen

Your beautiful remembrance of Gibby brought tears to my eyes. Please accept
our most sincere condolences on her passing; it sounds like she was
much-loved in your household.
hugs and purrs from us,
Christine, Midnight, Oreo, Omar, Robin & Tucker

"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

I am so sorry for your loss.

--
Victor Martinez
Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM)
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Lars wrote:

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.


Lars,

I am so sorry that you have to suffer the loss of Gibbs. Your memorial to her
has touched my heart and I send heartfelt sympathy and gentle hugs. We shall
light a candle tonight to help guide Gibbs on her journey to the Bridge.

Julie, Hobbes, Selena and Lacey

What a beautiful tribute, Lars. Gibby was certainly a very special kitty. I
am sorry for your loss. It is always difficult to lose a beloved friend.

You can find the Rainbow Bridge poem in the Tributes section of my website.
Here is the direct link: http://www.flippyscatpage.com/tributes.html

Purrs,
Flippy in Melbourne, Australia.
My Cats: http://www.flippyscatpage.com


"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

Lars wrote:

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.




This IS the right place to share your loss. We all understand. Purrs
and hugs to you and your wife and family on the loss of Gibs. She must
have been a great friend and owner. You were blessed to have known her.

Pam, Rob, and the NC nine