A sad introduction

"22brix" wrote in message
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I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too
young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although
you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with
me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush
light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always
was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth,
to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would
hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of
people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest,
kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in
a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys
but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie


Oh Bonnie, how very sad. I'm very sorry for your loss. Purrs for an easy
crossing for Tortle, and for your broken heart.

Jill

(((((((Bonnie))))))))

--
Joy


"22brix" wrote in message
...
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too
young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although
you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with
me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush
light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always
was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth,
to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would
hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of
people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest,
kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in
a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys
but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie

22brix wrote:

I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

I so sorry for the loss of your Tortle.

Susan M
Otis and Chester

"22brix" wrote in message
...
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too
young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although
you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with
me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush
light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always
was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth,
to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would
hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of
people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest,
kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in
a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys
but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie


What a lovely tribute. She must have been wonderful. Welcome, and feel
free to tell us more about her and other kitties in your life.

On 20 Feb., 03:58, "22brix" wrote:
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. *I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. *The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. *You are much too young
to leave me. *I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. *You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. *You have been with me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. *Soft,plush light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. *You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. *But you could
always outrun him. *I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. *You made me laugh. *Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; *I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth, to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of people
food you could purloin). *I remember you sitting on my DH's chest, kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. *When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. *Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. *You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. *You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. *But
hoping doesn't always work. *You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. *You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. *I miss you so much.

Bonnie

What a wonderful story full of love.
Losing a cat is always like losing a piece of the own heart.
I am feeling with you.

love
Bettina

22brix wrote:
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a
nice bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce
myself and my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all
pet slaves dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my
dearest. The following is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

{{{{{{{{{{{{ Bonnie }}}}}}}}}}}}

Purrs for your broken heart, I will light a candle for Tortle. :-(
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

We will light a candle for Tortle's safe journey to the
RB. Condolences to you and yours.

Lily & her mama

--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.

"22brix" wrote in message
...
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too
young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although
you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with
me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush
light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always
was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth,
to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would
hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of
people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest,
kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in
a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys
but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie

On Feb 19, 6:58 pm, "22brix" wrote:
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth, to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest, kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie

Dear Bonnie, I'm very sorry for your loss of Tortie. Each cat makes a
special place for him or herself in our hearts! I hope her passage
over the Bridge was gentle.

I am glad though that you are reaching out to us in support. I am glad
to know though, that you still have beloved four footed companions to
support and bear the loss with you. Do please keep posting, now that
you've begun!

Melissa

Oh no, another precious kitty gone to The Bridge. I'm SO sorry for your
loss of Tortle.
You posted a wonderful tribute. Bless your poor broken heart.
PURRS for your healing and prayers too.
Love
Kyla
--and Clowder

"22brix"
I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a nice
bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce myself and
my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all pet slaves
dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest. The following
is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.

Dear Tortle,

You have been part of my life for almost ten years. You are much too
young
to leave me. I remember when I first saw you--tiny enough to fit into my
pocket. You were the mistress of the inaudible meow even then, although
you
broadened your repertoire into a wonderful assortment of meows, maus,
mrrrrraghs, and other untranslatable verbalizations. You have been with
me
through many other difficult farewells--you would sit on my shoulder
(sometimes on my head!), your head pressed up against mine, purring,
purring, purring.

You were beautiful--as only a tortoiseshell kitty can be. Soft,plush
light
colored tortie fur competing with the odd bit of orange tabby--big, round
green eyes. You looked so different from your brother Hailey--he always
was
bigger than you, long haired color point manx that he is. But you could
always outrun him. I remember you chasing him, screaming like a banshee,
just for the hell of it. You made me laugh. Even after you'd gotten a
little older you were always playful--more than any other of my cats you
always acted like a kitten.

I still remember the time you inadvertently got chased outside at night by
Kellie, our dog; I remember my DH having to climb the neighbor's fence in
only his socks and underwear and a flashlight clenched between his teeth,
to
catch you and how he only found you by your eyes shining in the light.

I have a row of puncture marks on my side of the table where you would
hook
the table with one paw, asking for some attention (and the odd bit of
people
food you could purloin). I remember you sitting on my DH's chest,
kneading
biscuits so very vigorously he'd sometimes cry out in pain. When you were
sick, you'd crawl under the covers at night for warmth and comfort--I
finally had to kick you out of the room as you began to recover because in
a
joyous ecstasy you'd give me love bites and you'd bite hard.

You've been seriously ill several times--once with pancreatitis and then
last year with acute kidney failure. Each time you fought it (and any
medical intervention) with great diligence and vigor. You lost your best
cat friend, Molly, last spring when you were so sick. You battled back
stronger than ever and the last eight or nine months have been an absolute
joy.
I knew that you might eventually lose your battle with your sick kidneys
but
I was hoping to put it off, put it off indefinitely, maybe forever. But
hoping doesn't always work. You left me much too soon, you should be
enjoying many more years with us. You got sick so quickly--Saturday you
looked perfect--today I'm saying farewell.

Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach the
rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie

"22brix" wrote in
:

I have been lurking for awhile and have been impressed with what a
nice bunch of cat slaves you all are. I've been meaning to introduce
myself and my herd of cats but today I had one of those days that all
pet slaves dread--I had to say the final goodbye to one of my dearest.
The following is my tribute to my sweet Tortle.
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Goodbye, Tortle, sweet dreams--I will be looking for you when I reach
the rainbow bridge. I miss you so much.

Bonnie


This is a wonderful tribute for a wonderful sounding cat. I am so sorry
and sad there was a need for it.

Andy