Tribyute, Mahler House of Pommerehn

Thank you, Rebecca. I can't imagine what the Bridge is like with that
boy up there for the last 6 or 7 months.

I will meetloaf fur Mahler.

Rebecca

"Azad, fur da fambly" wrote in message
...
[large white smooshface climbs to the podium and carefully sets down
two sheets of paper.]

It's bin a terribull yeer fur da Hous ov Pommerehn.
Mine adoptiff Gramma Ann has sendid too Tribyoots dat I will reed.
Mahler went to da Bridge on May 5 dis yeer, an hismom rote dis dat
day.

[a quiet but clear voice reads:]

Mahler has just left for the Bridge to be with his Grandma Pommerehn.
He came to me as a rescue kitty in 1997, and was, as one of his TEDs
said, the sweetest boy they ever met. He will be cremated and
returned to me in a few weeks. His Grandma Pommerehn always called him
"Pesty" which totally cracked us up.

I am going to miss his antics, love, and humor. He was a special boy
who loved classical music, especially my bass part when practicing.
He even came to orchestra practice every once in a while. He loved
working on experiments and projects with Tiny Tiger. They were
certainly meant for each other.

I'll not forget him laying in my arms and looking up at me, as if to
say, I love you and will take care of you. He always slept by my
pillow each night on the knitted smurgle blanket momEva made for him.
It was interesting that no other cat in the house would try to lay on
it. Just like they knew it was his special possession.

He was so intelligent that he could figure out how to undo the baby
locks on lower cabinets. He loved watching me use power tools. I
just know he was itching to get a paw on my power drill, for instance.
The more power, the better.

I could write tons about him, but won't take up your time. You should
get the gist from this.

He played hard Monday and Tuesday, but by Wednesday had started to
slow down and not act like himself. He got worse, so I called TED and
got him in. He ended up with kidney failure, liver failure, diabetes,
and a host of other nasty stuff. I have a living will for myself, and
had decided long ago that would be what I wanted for any cat that
owned me. So, tonight about 7:45pm, he left up to be with friends and
family. The Bridge will never be the same.

i hopesta see yourselvez onna owrz roadtrip venshure down da eazt koazt,
Tiger
Storm and Skye wrote in message
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I think we might, Tiger!

Storm and Skye


In article ,
says...
mayhaps you kuld start vizitin agin, Tiger
Storm and Skye wrote in message
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In article , age says...
That was a beautiful Tribute! Fangu, Auntie Ann, for letting your
clowder
attend and post.

Kitty Schottland, VC
Chief Tortie In Residence
For Her Clowder

You're welcome, Kitty Schottland. It's the least I could do for
Mahler
and Major. It's been a long time since we were last here.

Ann