lysdexic: I'm with you, tigerose. Sherpa & Dragon were mentors to me as well in my early TF days.I'm already half in the bag with pain meds, so I'll just be with y'all in spirit, as it were...[farm5.staticflickr.com image 251x262]
tigerose: I hope this is not going to sound flip But I think, with all the losses this week, including our Venerated Dragon, we need an old fashioned Wake. At a Wake, we celebrate a person/critter's life. We tell tales that made us laugh and cry. And we honor them for the influence they have on our lives..Please allow me to go first? I lurked for a looong time on Caturday. Pre Alien in fact. I never thought I would become part of all this wonderful family. When I de- lurked, it was Sherpa who encouraged me, and I loved the felines swanning over Dragon. I made " potato" toys for Dragon, and once in a while Eli the Bitey would send him toys that met his seal of approval. I even wrote a poem dedicated to Dragon, on his birthday, a few yrs ago. I feel priveleged to have " known" Dragon, even though I never met him.* raises glass* here is to Dragon, and his faithful human slave. Thank you for gracing my Puurrsdays, and beyond. Rest. Bask forever in the light of our love Dragon. Be at peace dear sherpa.
sherpa18: Rest in peace, my dearest friend. Daddy will always love you, and never forget you. I already miss you so much
sherpa18: Rest in peace, my dearest friend
sherpa18: This has obviously been a very brutal Caturday for many people and my sincerest condolences go out to you all.Unfortunately, it is with a very heavy and broken heart that I have to add to the list as I had to help my white boy over the bridge a few hours ago. As much as I did not want to let him go, I knew in my heart that it was time - and the very least I could do for my faithful friend of almost 18 years was not to make him suffer for my sake.He was always there for me through the years since he was a kitten - through sickness, family issues, job changes, money problems, divorce and relocation - and all he ever asked for in return was a few chin scritches, a lap to purr on and his gooshy food (and of course the occasional spicy chicken wing).I would like to believe that I saw gratitude in his eyes as I held him while he slipped away, acknowledging that I was trying to return the favor and be there and do what I believed in my heart what was best for him.There will never be another cat as special to me as my white one was. I know you will all understand, because in a very real way, Dragon belonged as much to Caturday as he did to me.Once again, I thank you all for the love and support you have provided to me and the late fuzzy white boy over these many years. You have enriched our lives with your humor, comments and captions, and for welcoming us into the best family we could ever hope to be a part of.Rest in peace, my dearest friend. Daddy will always love you, and never forget you. I already miss you so much.[i415.photobucket.com image 204x392][i415.photobucket.com image 637x640]
lilyspad: DoomsDayAardvark: [i445.photobucket.com image 604x453]It's a sad week for the DoomsDayAardvark family, too. To recap the story...Muriel was the feral cat who had been a pretty much permanent fixture on my parents' front porch for the last decade. At first, she came as a companion to Hemingway, the polydactyl cat who eventually self-domesticated (he died in 2009 - complications of FIV). She came nearly every day, no matter the season. She would sometimes even bring a kitten or a "date" with her. They'd made her various little shelters to hide in during the cold months, and she'd always be there to greet them when they came home from work. This winter, after the first polar vortex, she disappeared for a few days. They were sure she'd frozen to death somewhere, but then she showed up again, looking (as my mom put it) like she'd been pulled backwards through a knothole. After that experience, she actually let them pet her for the first time. A few days later, they let her inside, and she'd spent the following few weeks living in their basement.Finally, this week, they managed to get her into a carrier, and off to the vet, hoping that they'd found another permanent addition to the family (just as they were about to move to a new house). Unfortunately, the vet discovered that she, like Hemingway, was FIV positive, and had lost most of her top layer of fur to some mystery illness. Though still strong at the time, she was starting to fade, and with FIV, the vet didn't give her very good chances. They made the sad decision to help her pass in a warm, safe place, getting the petting she never got as a street urchin./bye, Muriel//we're sorry it couldn't have turned out betterAwww.....tell you folks that I am so sorry.
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CrankyAndi: [crankyandi.smugmug.com image 800x600]Hermie sees you......
sherpa18: Unfortunately, it is with a very heavy and broken heart that I have to add to the list as I had to help my white boy over the bridge a few hours ago. As much as I did not want to let him go, I knew in my heart that it was time
sherpa18: Rest in peace, my dearest friend.
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