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OT ~ There's a hole in my heart and life today (long)
I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing
health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= |
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Your poem and the mention of the Rainbow Bridge brings tears to my eyes. In
my mind I've pictured my arrival at the Rainbow Bridge and my past companions waiting for me. For anyone else there who sees a very happy and tearful woman wearing several SWAROVSKI crystal bracelets and surrounded by cats, please say hello to me. -- JoAnn Paules MVP Microsoft [Publisher] "Mj" wrote in message ... I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= |
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(((((((((((((((((Mj)))))))))))))))))))))
I had to say goodbye to a very special kitty last summer, so I understand your sorrow. Hang in there, and talk about it whenever you feel the need, because sharing your grief with friends somehow makes it easier to bear. -- Jalynne - Keeper of the Quilt for ME club list Queen Gypsy (snail mail available upon request) see what i've been up to at www.100megsfree4.com/jalynne "Mj" wrote in message ... I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= |
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A candle is lit here to help light her way to the bridge. She will be
waiting for you like all of my past furkids are waiting for me. JanG "Mj" wrote in message ... I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= |
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What a loving testimony to a deep and forever friendship....
Diana "Mj" wrote in message ... I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= |
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Mj wrote:
Deep peace of the running wave To you. =20 Deep peace of the flowing air To you. =20 Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. =20 Deep peace of the shining stars To you. =20 Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Namast=E9, Polly. Namast=E9, Marjean. Arondelle --=20 =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3 D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3 D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D= =3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D=3D To email me, empty the pond with a net Shop eBay with me: http://snipurl.com/3usr Visit Arondelle's Dream Worlds at: http://www.arondelle.com Read my Blog: http://www.angelfire.com/blog/arondelle/index.html |
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MJ,
I'm so very sorry. Hugs, -- Debbie (New Mexico) Life is too short "Mj" wrote in message ... I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. I rescued Polly as a six week old kitten with a desperate case of diarrhea from an intestinal infestation of coccidia. She weighed about 6-7 ounces and I could hold her in the palm of one hand. The vet said she couldn't be saved but I wouldn't listen because I had seen how hard she was fighting for life. She survived and grew to be a big, long-haired gray tabby girl of 12 pounds with huge front paws - polydactl in fact, with an extra toe on each front foot. She had a huge purr-rrr-rrr too that could be heard across the room. I remember two things about her so clearly I'm sure they just happened yesterday rather than years and years ago. The first happened when she was fighting for her life back in September of 1989. I had her set up in a basket in the kitchen with a heating pad set on low to keep her warm as she had trouble maintaining her body temp. I'd been feeding her with a syringe and giving her medicine every few hours trying to break the dehydration cycle. I had just finished with a feeding, settled her into her basket and gone back into our living room to read a book about Celtic cultures in the British Isles. I heard a small "mew" and looked up to see Polly gamely making her way across the floor. She sat down to rest every few steps, then came on a little further. She made it to the corner of the couch, looked up at me and launched herself up the upholstery and onto my lap, then proceeded to climb up my chest and head bumped me in the nose - all the time purring like a well oiled engine. I knew then I had a warrior on my hands and decided she needed a secret Gaelic name. I found one in the book, whispered it into her ear and willed myself to forget it so it would never be spoken aloud and stolen by listening evil spirits who could then do her harm. I have forgotten it and she proudly lived up to that secret warrior name all her life. The second thing happened the next summer when she was about a year old. We lived then on a lovely country property that had its own river access - a gravel bed on an inside curve of the Mohawk River. I'd go down to fish occasionally as we had trout in there that were particularly tasty. One evening I set out for the river with my usual procession of kitties following along. Most of them never came down right to the water, but Polly liked to listen to the gurgles and burbles from a 'safe' distance. I soon caught my first little trout and realized I hadn't brought my stringer with me so I improvised a holding pool in the gravel to keep the fish cool until I was ready to go back to the house. Leaving the fish in the shallow water of a scooped out depression in the gravel, I cast out again and settled in to wait for another bite. A few moments later I heard some gravel moving and looked over to see Polly pulling my fish backwards out of the pool. She had taken hold of its tail and was backing up as fast as she could, determined to get that fish all to herself! I laughed so hard I startled her and she dropped the fish and sat there looking at me with an expression of "What?? Isn't this for ME??" I gave her a few bites after I fried up the catch for breakfast the next day. Her favorite food all her life was anything with fish in it. She ate a little bit this morning, but the weight had melted off her in the past few weeks until she weighed less than five pounds. Her thyroid medicine obviously wasn't working anymore and her failing kidneys were shutting down. Her sister, Fluffy, died of kidney failure three years ago, so I knew it was time. She didn't cry in the truck today - just rubbed my fingers and purred each time I touched her through the carrier door as I drove. Thank goodness the trip isn't a long one. She purred, rubbed my hand and head-butted my face just before the first shot of sedative relaxed her and then the vet gave her release from her pain. She helped me do this today just like the true warrior she was. I'll miss her "Silly Cat" face, her rumbling purrs and her big, big feet. She's buried in the back yard now, under the plum tree where she liked to sit of a summer morning. In her shroud I included a piece of paper with this Gaelic blessing: Deep peace of the running wave To you. Deep peace of the flowing air To you. Deep peace of the quiet earth To you. Deep peace of the shining stars To you. Deep peace of the infinite peace To you. Goodbye, Polly. I love you! Wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! Mj -- ================================= Marjean Cline Halsey Trading Company eBay ID: ladymorgause http://stores.ebay.com/Halsey-Tradin...ny?refid=store ================================= --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.686 / Virus Database: 447 - Release Date: 5/14/2004 |
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Mj, my thoughts are with you, I know how hard this must be for you. I
will be making the same trip sometime soon, my 'younger' kitty (17 years old on Mother's day) has been in renal failure for a year and a half, and I think the end is coming upon us. I don't know what the senior cat will do when she's gone (18, arthritic, fat, and cataracts in both eyes), but I know the family will have a huge hole that won't easily be filled. Karin Mj wrote: I know I haven't been very active on the list lately, but some ongoing health problems and a major bout of depression have made just keeping up with my business a hard thing. But today I said goodbye to my oldest kitty as her health problems had become too hard for her to overcome, so we made the trip to the vet's office for the last time. She would have been 15 in July sometime - we never knew her real birthdate. |
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Oh, MJ, I'm crying for you. Even though we know it's the kindest thing to do
for our fur-babies, it's still so hard on us. Your tribute to Polly was so heart-felt and touching. I know she'll be waiting for you on the other side. Love, Linda2 |
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WAHHHHH
bawling..... so sorry - I went through the same struggle with Baron....years ago... and still cry when I think about it. try to remember the happy days - instead of the end.... Like - I remember him running about with the MOUSE he caught (a dog...) and with a green bean stuck out his mouth like a cigarette... or stealing the kid's cookies when they were little... remember boys -- cookie down - Baron cookie cookie up -- your cookie! LOL hugs -- I know your kitty will be greatly missed.... Cheryl DRAGON BEADS Flameworked beads and glass http://www.dragonbeads.com/ |
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