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Midnight And Skippy's Friend's Memorials



This is a memorial page that Midnight & Skippy would of loved to share with fellow Bridge babies. Even if your not a resident of the Rainbow's Bridge, you are welcomed to be remembered here. You can visit Midnight & Skippy at Rainbow's Bridge any time.
I wanted to start a memorial page for anyone who's kitty or other pet has touched their life in a special way and who also has crossed over. Please send a photo and a brief description of how your beloved kitty touched your life.
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A Poem For Those Who Have Lost A Dear Friend

Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long. I have tried always to comfort you in time of sorrow, and have made every effort to add joy to your life. I never want to cause you pain.

Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have eternal sleep in the earth I loved so well.

Please, after your period of grieving for me, make room in your heart for another. You are the kind of human being that should always have a friend like me to love. Your kind and gentle heart should not be wasted on my memory for too long. Give your love to another. I know your new friend will never take my place, because we had something very special.

You loved me very much and I loved you. My spirit will always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep, my grateful heart will always be purring for you.

A Cat Lover

I Stood By Your Bed Last Night

I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep
I could see that you were crying,
you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times,
your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today,
your arms were getting sore
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today,
you tend it with such care
I want to reassure you,
that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house,
as you fumbled for your key
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said "it's me".
You looked so very tired,
and sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know,
that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be
so near you everyday
To say to you with certainty,
"I never went away".
You sat there very quietly,
then smiled, I think you knew,
In the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and
watch you yawning and say
"Goodnight, God bless,
I'll see you in the morning".
And when the time is right
for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and
we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
there is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out ...
then come home to be with me.
 Author Unknown 

Here is a poem that I found in my email without an author.  With a little research done by a friend, she found the author  and I emailed him to ask for permission to use his poem.  Dan has a great love for English Bulldogs as you will be able to tell on his website.
My little bully passed away, no more to breathe a sound.
I held him for the last time, then entombed him in the ground.
Day and night I wept so much, in tears I thought I'd drown.
I searched my soul for comfort, but no peace therein was found.
In great despair, I hit my knees and then began to pray.
"Father will I ever see my dog again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate.
I sensed an inner peace I'd never felt before that day.
The angel smiled and said to me, "Oh man of little faith!
God sees every bird that falls; He knows your bully's fate.
I have met your little dog, I saw him pass my way.
Your precious dog is still alive; he just walked through this gate.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend.
No pain or grief, no tears or fears, and life will have no end.
God gave to man His only Son, to cover all his sins.
So why would God withhold from you, your pure and loving friend?
The angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me.
A glimpse of paradise I'll give, to you so you can see."
Through the gate and o'er the Rainbow Bridge we did proceed.
Through green valleys filled with flowers, rolling hills and trees.
"Wow, so this is paradise!  The place was filled with joy.
I saw my bully playing there, with dogs and cats and toys.
He also had some doggie treats, and food that he enjoyed.
He'd made a lot of new friends there, including girls and boys.
Then I saw a child come near, and hug my little mate.
She said to him, "I love you so," and kissed him on the face.
The angel said, "The child just crossed the Rainbow Bridge today.
Now she needs a little friend, to love and help her play.
God's love for her would be enough, in that make no mistake.
But in His love, He knew full well, the child would want a mate.
This is why God called your dog unto this splendid place.
God's entrusted her with him, 'til you pass through the gate."
I pleaded, "May I hug them both?! The angel answered, "No!
You'd violate a sacred site, and now it's time to go.
He led me back across the Bridge and through the gate to home.
He left me there with new-found hope and peace within my soul.
If someone ever asks what happens to a dog that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye.
Take their hand and comfort them and tell them not to cry.
For dogs don't die, they simply cross a bridge to paradise.
Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.
Dan Atcheson (5/2/00)




Midnight was 18 when she crossed over. The sad thing was watching her go through a day of suffering before I could get her to the vet. She couldn't walk, wasn't eating, & drank very little. My dad was in a nursing home at the time; so I called my mom to see if dad could handle seeing Midnight. When he saw her, he knew too, that she was in a bad way and said if I had to put her asleep to do it; don't let her suffer.

I laid on the floor all day with her until it was time to see the vet. I would help her in the litter box when she needed to go. Needless to say I cried all day cause I knew it was the end, hoping for a miracle; knowing there wouldn't be one. My heart still aches today, wondering if I did enough for her. I guess everyone goes through it and I guess there's no way to get around it.

Midnight was my very first cat and the most well disciplined kitty I knew. I never had to scold her for anything, cause she never climbed up the drapes or jump up on any counters. She has touched my life in such a way that I thought I would never be possible. I never really liked cats until Midnight. Midnight also has a brother, Skippy, and a new sister whom she never got to meet. Bailey helped me through the grief with her kitty kisses and love. She could never take Midnight's place, cause Midnight was 1 in a million. I think in some strange way, Midnight reincarnated in Bailey. Bailey acts and does a lot of things Midnight would have done, too many things not to be called a reincarnation of some kind.

Midnight I will always miss you, and even knowing your healthy at the bridge, it still doesn't help the emptiness I feel inside. Take care my little Minnie Angel, we will be together again someday.

Love you always & forever, Meowmie



August 10, 1984 - July 29, 2001

Skippy was my handsome, 17 year old little guy with a goofy personality. He would always do something to cheer me up when I was having a bad day. After suffering with CRF (chronic renal failure) kidney disease for almost 6 months, he lost his battle. He just couldn't hang on anymore no matter how much I begged him not to let go so close to the date we lost Midnight. I will miss his gentle touch in the mornings, on my nose or cheek to wake me up. I will also miss him knocking the tissue box on my head in the middle of the night from the headboard. I'll miss him laying in my husband's spot in bed when he was gone to work.

Skippy, meowmie will always love & miss you. You know, you were always my little loverboy. I know your not suffering anymore but it doesn't stop the hurt and sadness I feel. Someday you, Midnight, and I will meet again at the Bridge. You have your wings now, so take care my little guy. I also have my memories and plenty of pictures. So fly on my Angel Skippy, till we meet again.

Love you always & forever, Meowmie




Where have the years gone.........I remember bringing you home at 5 weeks, my little bundle of joy,ready to share our lives together and that we did. Our love grew every second of every day of the year. And as the years went by,one by one,our love continued to grow...As age started to set in your love continued to grow but your body started to slow and fail,and as the final days came,it was now my turn to give you the last gift out of my total love-to set you free so again you could be my Puddy-Two.
Now you are my brightest star in the sky. Fly free my little"Angel". Forever In My Heart Your Mom, Cathy

It turned out that even after Puddy died will would give me what was the most incredible gift of all It was the eve of Puddys 1 month anniversary at 11:45p.m. I was on the puter writng about my despair over losing Puddy to a friend and our flood light came on in the front yard I looked out and saw nothing so I started to type again and noticed the light was still on, so I looked out again and all of the sudden yelled to our 12 yr old son to come in and look at this and he ran in and I said look and he looked out the window and yelled its Puddy and I said you see it to and he said yes and there right outside was this beautiful long haired kitty; looking in at us this cat was beautiful and healthy just like Puddy when he was younger so we ran to the front door and opened it and there we all made eye contact and then this cat slowly turned around and Jeff goes, mom look he is prancing like a bunny and why is it so foggy out and everything like in slow motion (it was a clear summer night but I was thinking the same things Jeff was asking me)he didn't run he just pranced and we followed him and then all of the sudden he was gone and the feeling I had thru all of this is something I just can't put into words, I asked Jeff if he had ever seen a cat like that in our subdivision and he said no never; we ran back in side and woke up my husband and told him the story and all he said was Oh My God he really did come back and give you a sign........Yes, Puddy knew I was dying inside, it was taking a toll on me physically and emotionally and he knew only he could help me; and even after death my sweet wonderful guy continued to give me the gift as he had over the 18 1/2yrs of our lives.



Stewart {Stewie}
March 1987 ----- April 17, 2001

Stewart, you really had a rough life before God sent you to our back door that Sunday afternoon in March. We did all we could to give you a wonderful, loving home, and you were the best pet anyone could ever have asked for. You kissed us, hugged us, took naps with us, played with your toy foam balls -- batting them all across the room, and taught Winnie & Cobie how to make that loud "meowing" sound when they played with their toys. You were a handsome boy, and you knew it. Your little profile was the cutest; you looked
like a little, old man.

The cancer struggle was a tough one, but we beat that one, boy. You felt fine for over 6 & 1/2 months, and you loved to hang over Mom's shoulder while she typed on the computer to all her "cat friends." Auntie Cathy sure loved meeting you!

It was sort of hard for you to get around after you went blind from hypertension, but you figured out how to get where you wanted to go. You followed Mom everywhere she went,and you certainly never had trouble finding Sissy's room and her bed, where you loved to take a nap. Dad, of course, enjoyed giving you hugs and nibbles of whatever he'd happened to be eating for dinner. You were a real mooch! We ended up spoon-feeding you most of your meals because it was hard to eat with not many teeth left.

The last struggle wasn't anticipated, and we would have done anything to still have you here with us. Please understand that we'll always love and miss you, and we will all be together one day again. We've gotten your little signs...thank you, Stewie.

Sherry, Ken & Kristi



April 30, 1983 - October 12, 1998

When someone you love becomes a memory, they say that memory becomes a treasure....

That may be true but Bo was my treasure every day for almost 16 years. On April 30, 1983 I watched him be born, the runt of the litter none the less. But he didn't stay that way long and grew to be my stong and healthy best friend and companion. No words could ever describe the depth of the bond that Bo and I shared and he was truely my soulmate. Bo was the most gentle, loving kitty you could ever find and I often said if Bo were human he would have been a Southern Gentleman! Bo wasn't much of a talker but he spoke volumes with his eyes and I always knew how he was doing by just looking into them. My favorite nickname for Bo was "Sweetie" and even when he was being ornery or not wanting to be found he would always come to that endeared name. I miss my baby so much but the memories are as vivid as if it were today....that handsome face waiting at the window as I drove into the driveway, that special cock of his head as he'd head for the door, and hugs and kisses that so many times drove away my tears. The way he would sit by his favorite toy (a kitty tease) until I played with him first thing in the morning and when I came home. Bo's favorite wicker chair and the way he'd cuddle with me every night. We were a pair - Bo and I - and the years with him were priceless and will be treasured in my heart forever.

One promise I always made to Bo was that I would always be with him til the end. All too soon age crept up on us and even tho Bo fought hard through many of the usual illnesses and diseases that befall our furry friends in their senior years, he was not strong enough to fight the cancer that had invaded his body and stilled my soul. On October 12, 1998 after spending the day with my "Sweetie" telling him how I loved him and recalling memories of our years together we made our way to the vet who had known Bo almost all his life. And as I had promised I held Bo in my arms telling him I loved him as the angels came to take him to the Rainbow Bridge. A part of me left with Bo that day never to be again until I meet him again. But Bo's spirit is with me daily and he has now become my angel and my inspiration.

Bo's spirit and memory are with me always but on one particular night when I was especially sad and was crying myself to sleep Bo came to visit. I had just turned off the lights, laid down and turned over and I felt the distint impression of a kitty jumping to the bed. It was so prominent that I sat up and turned on the light to see which of my girls had come up to join me. None of them was even in the room! So I knew that once again my sweet Bo had come to comfort me when I needed him most as if to say I am okay Mom and always here with you.




October 1991 - October 1999

Molson was my pride and joy. We could be sitting in the same room for hours and all I'd have to say is "Hi Sexy guy" with a high voice and he'd act as if he hadn't seen me all I carried him around my shoulders like a boa and was quite comfortable there. He was very smart. I taught him how to lie down and roll over. He was a good mouser too. Molson touched my heart and made me feel so good inside, for that I thank him dearly. He was with me for 8 years before he passed on. Miss you Molson.....

Cyndie,John, Dexter, & Shadow



Born: June 4, 1997
Passed Away: November 25, 2000

Hello, my name is Stripes. I was a fuzzy brown mackeral tabby with black stripes. I loved to go outside and hunt birds and bring them home for my meowmie. She didn't appreciate my presents though. I was also on the whimmpy side. I didn't like to fight or wrestle with the other cats.

My meowmie found me at the local Pets Supplies Plus. Some people were giving me and my three sisters away. Meowmie fell in love with me and took me home.

I was 3 years old when I disappeared before a huge blizzard last
November. My meowmie has no idea where I am. My problem was when I went
outside I went too far, and too long.

One night I went too far, and it started to snow really hard. I never made it back...

On June 4th, it would have been my 4th birthday.
Meowmie (Sarah) misses you.

his site:
Below are Sarah's 2 other kitties she lost.


Born: April 3, 2002
Passed Away: April 12, 2003

Hello. My name is Peaches. My proper name was Mr. Peaches so no one would mistake me as a girl. My nicknames were Orange, Bloated Deer, and The Orange One. I was an American Shorthair orange and white patched tabby. Meowmie saw me and brother, Rascal, in the window at a pet shop, fell in love with us both, and took us home. I loved to go outside and roll in the dirt. I was very vocal. I meowed and meowed a lot. Meowmie use to let me out every morning when the sun came up, and I’d always come back shortly after, except one time. Meowmie let me out one morning, and I didn’t come back. She didn’t know where I was, and was very worried. A few days later, meowmie’s neighbor found a dead orange and white cat in his yard. The neighbor brought meowmie’s mom and brother over to see if it was me. And the cat was me. I had blood coming out of my mouth, and I was missing a leg. They took me home and buried me in meowmie’s backyard. I lived a very short life, just over one year. Meowmie misses me very much.


Born: July 22, 1998
Passed Away: June 11, 2002

Hi, my name is Chelsea Ann, but my meowmie nicknamed me Pelt, Gerchum, and Salsa. I was a gold glitter Bengal with sea green eyes. I was four years old when I disappeared. My meowmie got me from a local Bengal breeder. I was a little on the snobby and prissy side. If you touched one of my spots, I'd to wash it back to my perfection. I loved water. I'd wait by the faucet till my meowmie turned it on for me. If she doesn't turn it on, I'd find a glass of water and drink from that. The thing I loved to do the most was to mother kittens. I had two litters of kittens. The first litter was one boy and two girls. My second litter was three girls. (None of them were as pretty as I was though). One summer afternoon, meowmie let me outside to go mouseing, and I never came back. Meowmie has no idea what happened to me, and she still misses very much to this day.
Sadly missed by Sarah




It seems like forever since I saw your cute little face or felt your kisses. I remember how you loved to wake me so early in the morning to tell me when the food bowl was empty or when you just had to have your cuddle even if it was 3 AM. I miss our cuddles & talks. I remember laying on the sofa with you when you were sick. You stayed so close to me whenever I was sick. I wanted you to know I was there for you. The whole family missed you when you left us. Especially Lacey (My dog) our honorary cat. She looked all over the house for you after you left. She slept on the sofa where you two spent so many of your last hours on earth for weeks afterward. I hope she is with you now as she left us a year ago too. I imagine you two curled up in heaven on the sofa as you so often were when you were with me. You were the best cat I could have asked for. I love you and miss you.

I adopted Casper at 6 years old. He was with me for 2 years. He had problems with his liver and died of liver failure after a sort but brutal battle. He was on a feeding tube and had to be fed 6 times a day. Lacey, my dog, was his best friend and constant companion for those two years with us. She was the one who ran to get me when Casper had a seizure. I rushed him to the vet, but at this point it was too far advanced. The vet let me stay with him & he was put to sleep. Poor Lacey was so sad. I only hope that now that she too has passed on (Of old age) she is with him.
Mommy (Kim >^.^<)




Don't know for sure how old Jack was, but he couldn't of been no more than 3 or 4 years old. I wanted to add him on this page cause if it wasn't for Jack, my Bailey would not be here. Jack was the neighborhood stud. We fed him when his owners abandoned him caused he sprayed in the house. We never knew when he would show up, but when he did there was always food and water for him. Like all unaltered males, he got into a lot of fights and his injuries would always heal. One day he came around and his front paw was badly injured. Couldn't get a close look at it until it was too late. He had puncture wounds clear through the other side and looked badly infected. It didn't look like cat bites either. There had been a possum around & I think he got into a fight with it.

The week after I lost my Midnight, Jack was on the neighbor's porch watching his little babies. We got him calmed down enough to pour peroxide on his leg. The neighbor got him into their pet carrier and took him to the Humane Society to see what they can do but they told her to take him to a vet. She did just that and it wound up that his leg was so bad that he would probably lose it. They said we could try antibotics for several weeks but since we never knew when he would show up, that was out of the question. The sad thing is that Jack had to be put down. He didn't belong to anyone and I just went part-time and couldn't afford another big vet bill.

So now Jack is with Midnight & Skippy, and I hope they are getting along better at the bridge than they did on earth. If Jack hadn't been around I would have never found my little Bailey and he sure would be proud of how beautiful his little girl became, especially since she doesn't have his crooked tail.

I miss Jack, he was a gentle boy and always threw himself at your feet to rub his belly. I do wished I could have done more for him, but it just wasn't in the cards. Jack you have your angel wings now so behave yourself & don't be chasing all the girl kitties

Debbie, Joe, John, Emily, Donna, & Bailey (your daughter)



June 1999-----October 2000

When I got Beethovan he was 4 weeks old. He was my very first cat. His mother had abandoned him in a ditch, and my sister took him in until I could. The first time I saw him I was amazed at how small he was! I didn't know how I could ever care for something so fragile! But, I took the challenge and honor on. The first night he slept by my head, and chewed on my hair. When it was time to go to the bathroom he sat on my husband's arm and pooped right there! He never woke up, so it was no big deal, though. He used the litterbox everytime after that, though; he even tried to eat it a few times!

He was a very loving cat; he stuck to me like glue almost all the time! But, as he grew older, he became independent. When we moved into a rural area, we allowed him and his brother outside. He never wanted to come inside again! When we moved to the next town over, I drove him to the house alone. I didn't think he would get out of the house, but he was sneaky! I didn't see him again after that, but I think I may have found him on the road. The cat was too mangled to tell even if it was him.

I will miss him forever, and have been making up for his death every day of my life. I will never again allow my cats outside, and will certainly cherish everyday like it is the last. I do miss him so much. May he rest in peace!

Meowmie (Tabatha) misses you.



1985 - October 21, 2001

We love you and will miss you so very much; Mom is not with us at your end. But she did say goodbye to you this morning and I to sadly say goodbye my catgirl, you have been my friend and companion for sixteen years I find it very hard to come to this conclusion to have the veterinarian's office do what I asked them to complete.

I will think of you for the rest of my life, and when we meet at the Rainbow Bridge.

You and Nipoma will see me and we will be with each other for eternity.

Please look for my dad (Ron) and my father-in-law (Abe), as I love them as much as I love you and miss them so very much.  Please rub against their legs in any of my other pets friends and relatives that are not with me anymore.

I love you all, always yours Paul



8-21-96  -  10-29-01

Silver was a wanted and loved kitty even before he was born in Denmark. At 12 weeks he was adopted by his mommy.

He was maybe the more overlooked kitten where his sisters Molly and Candy took all the attention and did all the kittentrouble.
He was all his life known for being gentle, sweet, a bit wimpy, never scratched or bit anyone. Always the kitty we had to rescue from trees or fights.

Silver had an American girlfriend, Bailey (Midnight and Skippy's sister), and they would send emails to each other.

On a cold day in October 2001 he ended all his nine lives on a road.
His name and color was SILVER but he was a kitty with a heart of gold.
May his little soul rest in peace. Silver you have your angel wings now.  Your with your siblings at the Bridge and playing together once again.

He was always loved and will always be missed.  We will never forget you Silver.

Sadly missed by meowmie Vibeke and Helle



1986-April 23, 2001
Aussie, blue merle, I got her as a puppy, she was bred for working stock and she did try her best but was more interested in being with me & watching out for me. She understood everything I said. We shared so many good times and also during the bad times she helped me get from one day to the next even when I wanted to give up. She was a constant companion and my best friend for 15 years.
A gift from God above is the beauty of a friendship, touched by unconditional love. A love that asks no questions ... believes in all the best ... never doubting, ever trusting ... withstanding any test. A love that weathers any storm and yet that love still stands through the very darkest hour, it still reaches out a hand... there in that hand the sweetest gift that you can give a friend. A heart that cares, a love that shares that will be there till the end. A treasure to be cherished ... a gift from God above is what I share with you my friend, an unconditional love.

Thank you God for allowing me to have this special friend in my life ...
Sadly missed by Marcia

(Within a year Misha lost her friend Ticker, seen below)


Ticker E. Katty
1986 - March 16, 2001
My very special barn katty, got him as a baby and he grew up in the barn. A very good mouser and overseer of his domain, a good and dear friend to me, Misha and the horses. I sold the farm in 1993 and retired him to the new house as an inside outside Katty. I don't think he minded the move and change of job title ... he relaxed and slept on the end of my bed - purring constantly - I guess that's why I named him Ticker. He was so very smart but stubborn like an old goat, he tried to do it all by himself.
When he started failing, he allowed me to take care of him through the end of his days and I am soo very thankful that we were able to share 15 years of life together and he trusted me to care for him.
Missed by Marcia.



Mitzi Kitty
(09/20/86 - 07/27/02)
My sweet dear Mitzi, on September 20, 1986 you were born into this world.  Your life began with sadness, your kitty mommy was killed when you were two weeks old.  You and your four siblings were hand fed and all of you grew up to be healthy beautiful kittens.  I will never forget the day I first saw you.  You were advertised as calico, with orange and black, all ready for Halloween.  That October afternoon, my mom and I went to see the kittens.  You were so cute, with your short tail, you were originally named short tail.  We changed your name to Mitzi and its a good thing we did, because your short little tail grew into a beautiful long fluffy tail.  You were my first kitten.  And you were a present to me for good grades on my report card.  You were a part of my life for so long, you were there when I graduated high school, there for my first real boyfriend, there when I graduated college, graduated law school, were there when I was sworn in for the bar, you were there when I became engaged and married.  You were there during the bad times too, when I lost my babies.  You have always been there for me during the good and bad times in my life.  It is hard to believe you are now at Rainbow Bridge.  I know you are still with me in spirit and will live forever in my heart. 
Love Always, Mommy (Shari) and Daddy (Kevin)


Toi Ling
(Labor Day, 1987 - January 8, 2003)
My dearest Toi Ling, you were my first male kitty and my first himalayan.  I miss you so much.  You were a big part of my life for so many years.  You were my little chatterbox who loved to talk.  I miss taking you on walks, sitting with you and cuddling you on the bed, and talking with you.  You are now at Rainbow Bridge with Gidget and Mitzi, I know they are looking out for you.  Brandi misses you dearly too.  The four of you were my fantastic four, the loves of my life.  You will live forever in my memories and in my heart.
Love, Mommy (Shari) and Daddy (Kevin)



Sebastian "our old man"
born June 1985  passed away May 28,2003
Sebastian made me take him home. I had only intended to take his calico sister Izzy home. From around the corner came a black kitten, meowing loudly at me, from that moment  he wouldn't leave my side. I ended up taking two kittens home that night. My two kitties were so playful!   Years passed and my life changed, first came a son then another son, years later came my daughter, all the while my kitties and a few more that had adopted us along the way were with us. Four years ago my beloved Izzy had a tumor in her ear, it was too deep, and her heart was very weak, she was older too, and I couldn't bear to have her suffer.  Sebastian stayed on, talking to me everyday, demanding his meals on time and keeping the other cats in line. Almost a month ago I noticed he had a problem with his ear. My kind husband took him to the vet, I couldn't stand to hear bad news. The vet said that it just looked like an infection and we treated it. I was so hopeful. The ear never got better. He was weak but still eating and drinking. One evening I came home and he was very confused. He seemed too weak to even stand.  I wasn't sure what it was. He had been up that morning eating breakfast as usual with the other cats.   My biggest fear was that he was suffering. We decided that we would be waiting at the Vet's office when they opened.  I wrapped him up in a soft towel and cradled him. He purred and feel deep asleep, I knew then his time to leave me was coming near.  He was so peaceful lying in my arms, so quiet. I held him all night.  At 7:10 am  May 28,2003  he took his last breath in my arms, at home.  My old man passed on in the arms of the one who loved him the most. We buried him near his beloved sister.  My  old man I love you so. Your meows and purrs were so sweet to my ears, I often called you my poet. You lived a long life my precious one, I will be forever grateful for your love.  Squeaky will be the boss now and watch over Puff and Casper. Rest in peace my beloved black kitty.
Mama, Daddy, Rob, Drew and Margie&pets

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