To our Rusty,

After a healthy, happy purr-fect life of 19 years, you crossed the Rainbow Bridge and are now with your buddy, Spinner, who died in August. (http://www.fondpetmemories.com/2009/08/23/cat-spinner-ontario-canada/).

The vet said that it’s common for pets, like people, to die close together. We know you missed Spin. We know that it was your time and we are glad that you were at home.

This is your tribute, Rusters, and we celebrate your life and thank you for being a part of our lives for so long. You were my first cat. I remember getting you home, an orange fluff ball in my hand. You were protective and you hissed when my husband arrived in our lives a month later.

You soon learned to love and respect each other. Spinner was adopted shortly after and he taught you how to be a cat. Fast friends right away. You were the obvious patriarch, looking after Spin, washing his face, letting him snuggle with you.

You were my shadow, always just a step or arms length away. You loved to lie right on our chests, on our hearts and just stare at our faces. You loved your chin being scratched and those white whiskers would just perk right up. You were always at the frig when the cool air rushed out. How many times did we step on you because you were under our feet?

You were licking ice cubes on hot summer days.. You loved licking a fruit yogurt container when I was almost done. You loved licking peanut butter off my fingertips. The smell of tuna created a quick and vocal reaction. You loved rolling around on the front porch concrete on your back. You knew what ‘dinner’, ‘treats’, ‘drink’ meant. You were such a talker, trilling and meowing all the time.

We miss our chats. As you lost your hearing, your meows were so loud we figure because you couldn’t hear yourself.You loved to play hide and seek with hubbie, racing around the kitchen island. Round and round you’d both go, having so much fun!

We thought you had used up your 9 lives when you got so sick October 2008 but we nursed you back to health for 6 weeks. You lost a lot of muscle and you really were a little ‘bag of bones’ only weighing around 6 lbs.

You kept on going, up and down the stairs, jumping into the jacuzzi tub to slurp water out of the dripping tap or whatever sink was closest. After your illness, you became a lap lover. We figure you just were seeking warmth, heat and comfort but we loved that. If there was a lap waiting, you were always on a mission to settle in and claim it.

There is such an emptiness in our lives now with you and Spin gone. We’re comforted knowing that you’re at peace and pain free but we miss you both terribly. Little Groucho misses you both too and we’re giving him extra cuddles and pats to help him.

You’ll be in our hearts forever and ever. Love you and miss you, our wonderful friend.

On April 21, 2009, I had to put my cat, Peabo to sleep. She had been sick for a few weeks, not eating or drinking.

I had been trying to get her to eat anything, but she just wouldn’t. We went to the vet that night. They told me she had liver problems and so on and so forth.

I got Pebbles when I was 7 years old. She was a gift from our next door neighbors. She was my very first pet, and I was allowed to pick her out of the whole bunch. She was the only cat in the litter with such pretty spotted fur. All the other cats were gray or black and white. But Peabo was different.

She’s gone through many different houses, and many different living situations. From being the only cat in the house to having a friend. And eventually the dogs came along too.

Peabo has been through thick and thin, she has survived accidental hangings and running into walls, and putting up with the overwhelming amount of attention I gave her over the years. If I could go back in time, I would never have done any of those things that I did to my cat. But I think overall, she still lived a good life.

I will always cherish the memories of her chasing my feet under the blankets at night when she was a kitten, and the few rare times when she actually wanted to sit on my lap and I was able to pet her. I will never forget this past year that she has been able to live in my house when I moved out of my parents house.

I am so grateful that my landlord let me bring her up. If I had known she was going to die so soon, I would have brought her up even sooner.

I love you Peabo. You were the best cat a girl could ever ask for. And you are very very missed.

Even now, that 6 months have passed and I have a new cat, I cry just thinking about you, and I think about you constantly.

Always and forever, baby.

She was the best.  Peaches was the one that I thought wouldn’t need me, but she did.

She would butt heads with me, just like a big lion or tiger.

When I brought her home from the SPCA and started calling her Peaches, she would look at me like I was nuts and couldn’t be calling HER Peaches.

She also always had to have the last word and never learned the meaning of the word shut up.  Her favorite food was cantaloupe, but it had to be just ripe or she wouldn’t eat it.

I miss her so much and will always wish she were still here.

Animals are a gift.  And she was the best.

Wendi was a beautiful kitty, taken away too soon. Wendi was a domestic short hair cat.

She was attacked in front of JT in our own backyard by 2 dogs.

The vets worked on her for 12 hours before determining the injuries were too severe and she traveled to the bridge at 7:45 in JT’s arms.

Her death was very tragic and has made everyday life very hard. We miss you baby girl and are so sorry we did not protect you as we should.

JT and Sandy Trevathan

This is our loving tribute to our best buddy, Spinner. He was a gift and best friend to us and lived a happy, stress-free, healthy life for 18 years.

Spinner was a great cat. He had an aura about him that just said ‘I’m cool’. Spin grew up with Rusty (now 19) and accepted his younger feline sibling Groucho,(now 4) with tolerance and dignity (along with a few hisses at first).

Spinner loved to walk around the perimeter of our fenced yard, lay in the grass, sleep in his deck chair and hang out with his best friend, my husband. He trained us well to service and support him, open and close doors and just make his life joyful and fun.

Spin loved to reach out to touch you with his paws as you can see in the picture provided. He would use his front paws to hold your face close to his too. If there was a lap to sit on, he was on it within minutes.

Spin was a very social cat and liked  people and was always around with family and friends. He loved being held like a baby and was constantly purring. He enjoyed tuna and cat treats and cold cuts, especially roast beef and this summer, enjoyed sips of wine and slushies.

Spinner loved his buddy, my husband, best of all.

About 2 years ago, Spinner started to show signs of feline Parkinson’s Disease aging, having litter box challenges and more recently trouble with stairs and balance.

Spinner died with his best friend, in my husband’s arms, at home, and on his own terms.

Spinner, you were such a good boy and we all miss you terribly.  Kisses, hugs, tummy rubs, and pats forever, buddy.

We’ll see you again one day at Rainbow Bridge:
http://www.indigo.org/rainbowbridge_ver2.html

Yes, our lovely cat was named Adam Hoot Canon Albino. I know it’s a very long name for a cat, but it’s a combination of names covering his long and happy life.

William’s ex-wife named him Adam, then William named him Hoot and when I arrived into William’s life, I met the cat. The cat introduced himself by licking my hand and then bolting out of the room. That’s how I reached the name  – Canon.

Canon was the most entertaining and lovable cat you would ever know. Canon was always involved with William and me. If we ate, he was right there on the table and looking where is my dinner.

If we watched TV, he was right there watching TV with us. If we were coming home, Canon would be right there waiting by the door.

Canon had a wonderful twenty years and eleven day life.

Canon, you will be missed by me and especially by William.

Sadie was the most loving cat a person could ever have. She was very playful, observant (she paid attention to EVERYTHING I did!) and had a keen sense of when tuna was in the house.

One day I had bought tuna…I had not opened it up yet and Sadie sat right in front of the fridge till I did!

We would play with toys; one of her favorite activities was we would play dice together. I would throw the dice and ask her what we threw!

The day before she passed, she jumped high in the sky, meowing and smiling.

I know she is looking out for me and is here with me…but it will be hard to sleep in the same bed she spent her final hours with me in.

I will always love you, Sadie.

Prayer For My Cat

Treat me kindly, dear master. Accord me the courtesy due to a cat — and I for my part will love you, amuse you and cheer your heart as only a cat can do.

Give me a sunny spot to sleep in when morning dawns and I will warm your lap on cold evenings.

Respect my independence and my need to walk alone at times and I will look after myself, so that you may come and go as you please.

Speak to me in our secret kitty language, let me hear my name sung in the music of your voice, and I will meow happily in sweet harmony with you.

Stroke my fur gently and lovingly and I will soothe you with the soft purrs that can only come from a happy cat.

Indulge my curiosity and I will show you the joys of bird watching, star gazing and other kitty pleasures.

Play with me and see me rejoice! Toss a humble ball of yarn and I will delight you with my cleverness and acrobatic leaps.

But do not laugh at me or allow me to be teased for there is nothing I prize more than my dignity.

Keep my surroundings neat and clean and I will be fastidious in my habits.

Feed me and be fair and I will teach you how to tell “kitty time” by instinct and tummy tunes.

And when I am old and the time comes to say farewell, hold me gently in your arms and I will go without a whimper.

For with you I am trusting, safe and secure. A cat who walked alone but loved you with a full and happy heart.

Pegs was a sweetheart of a cat and named after my mother, Peggy. She showed up on our back doorstep on a cold October night. She sat, looking in the glass door meowing for someone to notice her.

We gave her a bowl of milk and she stuck around after that. Pegs was apparently already spayed and declawed, so she obviously belonged to someone. We knew that her time with us would just be temporary until we found her owner.

No one ever claimed her so as the weather got colder she made it into the garage, then the basement, and finally up into the rest of the house, as well as our hearts.

I was never really a “cat person”, I love all animals but I had never had a cat and was not too sure about them. Pegs quickly changed my mind on that matter. It took her some time to warm up to people, but once she warmed up to me, she quickly became my best buddy.

She would follow me around the house and was very much a lap cat. The second I sat down to watch TV she would come running from anywhere to join me.

We were blessed to have Pegs for 13 years and where ever she came from 13 years ago, they missed out on one very special cat.

The Harris Family,
Houston, Texas

Stimpy was the most amazing cat that has ever owned me!

He was 12 years old when I sadly had to make the decision to say good bye to my old friend. He was a manx and everybody that met him loved him (and were also secretly a bit scared of him as well) including me! He had a bit of an attitude our Stimps!

Stimpy was a tiny little ball of fluff when we bought him home, but he soon grew and grew and grew! In his prime he was nearly 8 kilo’s! I have always had a curfew on my cats and never let them out after dark but some how Stimpy found a way out sometimes. I pitty the poor pusses that came up against him. I spent many hours at night calling him and waiting, and here the horrific fights he got into.

When he was about 6 years old he was sound asleep under the car when my partner drove out, he had his head under the wheel! I heard a huge yowl and raced out, Stimpy was a mess with blood everywhere, We raced to the vet and 2 days later with a broken jaw and a few missing teeth he was home again.

When we moved I would fret and worry about him (he moved 4 times) But after a week or so he would be settled.

Our last move together was to a property on 10 acres, after living with neighbours all his life.
I carried him around the property and we met the horses next door! Big scratch down my neck for that one! Then we met the resident wallabies. He would look and the look away as if they weren’t really there. They cant’ be real mum surely.

Anyway he had been here about 5 months and loved the place it was like a retirement home and he just chilled out and lazed around. But somehow he managed to get into a fight ( a feral cat maybe) and developed a huge sore on his face. The vet while he was cleaning up his wounds ran some tests and found that Stimpy had Kidney disease. He was put on a special diet and thrived.

After about 5 months of going through a second kittenhood, of chasing wallabies and scaring of a fox from the chook shed my brave Stimpy just got sicker and sicker.

I went out one morning and he was sitting under the sprinkler drenched. I had to make the hardest decision in my life and take him to the vet.
I miss him dearly and will always love him.

R.I.P Stimpy 16/10/04