A Tribute to Lissa, House of Terrell

Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha

diz wuza bootiful tribute, Tiger fur hiz howze
Major wrote in message
. ..
Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha

"Major" wrote in message
. ..
Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

--
Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha

MMS and catdolenzez at yur loss ov Lissa, hu iz luukin deown at yuz neow.
--
Pitô.ônya

[Large white smooshface surreptitiously wipes his eyes and whispers:]

Bast offin seems to claym da nizisst kitties way befor we fink it shud
be time.
Lissa wuz mine sissfur-in-wink, an da sweetisst kitty yu'd effur want
to meet.
See yu agin sumtime.

Azad
--
Remove the first m to reply

Lissa was a furry specal kitty an dis waz a wunnerful trybote.

Snowflake, fur hur house

Major wrote:

Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


gently snipped

That was a beautiful tribute to a lovely girl. Lissa was was well loved by
youze and knew that and she loved you in return. Youze will meet again one
day and may that thought bring continued comfort to youze all

Puddi Cat (sniffling)
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Remove "spam" from addy to reply

Major wrote:

Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha

These are two beautiful tributes. We all miss her, too.

Kami

Lissa has blessed yew all wif a short but inenz pressenze in yer
lifes. She must hav bin furry wise fur wun so yung to be willing to
go so soon. She lives on in all of yew.

Little Kitty

On Oct 26, 4:40?pm, Major wrote:
Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.

MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha

Ize glad Lissa didn't seem to suffur.

Rebecca

"Major" wrote in message
. ..
Patrick, squaring his shoulders and swallowing hard, taps the microphone
and
begins:

"Our hearts are broken that our sister Lissa has gone to the bridge so
young. Now our family is planning for the time we will all be together
again at the Rainbow Bridge. Our hoomin moms say we are the best litter
of kittens ever born, and we will always try to live up to that by being
brave, even though our sister has left us behind." Patrick gives briar,
bramble, and mamaPhoebe a hug and stands with them while the tribute
from MomEllie is read.


MomEllie takes her place at the microphone and begins to speak:

"I first saw her on a chilly day in early May in a kitty pile with her
two sisters and her brother, being protected by the gorgeous white stray
cat with the intense blue eyes who had been hanging around our outside
food bowl. After a couple of weeks they had moved into our house and
our hearts.

As the babies grew, first Patrick went to live with Annz, then briar and
bramble went to live with micki, but Lissa stayed with Phoebe and us. I
always called her my "baby girl." Mother and daughter loved wrestling,
racing up and down the hall and snuggling together on the sofa in the
sunbeams.

Lissa was always beautiful, with eyes rimmed in black as though she'd
been playing in the eye liner, and furs so long, soft, and silky it
makes my heart hurt to think about it now. Lissa was always our little
ray of sunshine. She was athletic and so strong her headbutts could
easily bruise me, and she could jump gracefully and easily halfway up
the wall to get a moth. Yet she was also timid with new people and very
afraid of going in the car. so afraid that I truly feared for her when
she had to go to TED.

Lissa was never predictable. In the mornings, I could always count on
Princess Pasha & Phoebe to follow me from food bowl to food bowl, but
Lissa would often be too interested in something else, or her nap, to
bother.

Lissa's favorite "trick" was to walk in front of me, then suddenly do a
flip, and with tummy up and legs stretched out, *dare* me to walk on
past without giving her tummy rubs. I could never resist.

We will never understand what happened, but from what Krystal said, it
almost appeared that Lissa was in the middle of something and just died
instantly. No matter what caused it, I DO know that she was happy and
lively and full of fun the last time I saw her. She gave no indication
that she was ill or even out of sorts. I'm grateful for that, at least.
She's gone from our world, and we are so much less now than we were when
she was with us. Her body is resting under a crabapple tree, where she
will always be surrounded by the burdies she loved to watch. I expect
to find her one day at the Rainbow Bridge, tummy up, asking for tummy
rubs.

If ever the saying "live fast, love hard, die young and leave a
beautiful memory" applied to anyone it would be our Lissa.

She died much too soon, but the beautiful memories of her life with us
will be in our hearts always.

Goodbye Baby Girl, we love you and miss you.

Mom, Dad, MamaPhoebe & Princess Pasha