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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. We
have lost far more than any heart can bear. First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. Maia came to the Rennie household as a foster cat. Abbey Cats was in the middle of a huge rescue from a high-kill shelter, and she was one of my choices to be included in the rescue. After going through the quarantine process, she was let out of the cat room and instantly became friends with my little deaf boy Secret. It was so cute to see these two chasing each other through the house, or sleeping together in a kitty pile. Since both of them were white, it was difficult to figure out where one cat ended and the other began. Since Maia and Secret got along so well together, Unca Graeme and I decided to adopt her. After only two months of being a member of our family, Maia became very ill and went downhill very quickly. A trip to the the vet showed she tested positive for FIP. Rather than watch her suffer, on December 12, 2007, we decided to let her go to the Bridge. Maia was a sweet girl who loved to cuddle, and we miss her terribly. ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing] Maestro was always a strange little guy, but we loved him anyway. When we went to adopt Matthias, Maestro took to Unca Graeme and kept climbing onto his knee. We hadnt been planning on adopting two kittens, but had no choice but to adopt him as well, since it was clear that he had chosen Unca Graeme as his hoomin, and we felt that Matthias needed another kitty his own age to play with. They were six weeks old when we brought them home. Maestro enjoyed playing with his brother Matthias and the rest of his siblings. He loved the laser light, and anything that moved. He didnt like to be held and cuddled for too long, but would lie beside you with one paw touching you. Near the end of the January, Maestro suddenly became very ill. We rushed him to the emergency vet clinic, where he spent two days and nights while tests were being run. The verdict was that Maestro was suffering from severe hypertrophic cardiomiopathy. We were in shock; he hadnt even shown any signs of being sick. The clinic told us that although for some cats to do reasonably well with medication, our poor Maestro didnt stand a chance. At best, we would have been able to keep him alive for three months, but there would be no quality to his life. With breaking hearts, we did the only thing we could have done; we sent him on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge on January 22 at 9:30 p.m. Meowmie and Daddee miss you very much Maestro, but we know youre healthy now and in no more pain. ------------------ [Anti Heather blows her nose and continues] Bon Jovi (BJ) was just a nasty little feral boy of five months when he came to live with us with his brother Huey as foster kitties. Two months after they arrived, I woke up one morning to find his brother Huey had gone to the Rainbow Bridge sometime during the night. Although I had never been able to pick either of them up, the night before Huey died, he jumped up on my knee, sat on my lap and let me pet him. I thought this strange, but also thought that maybe he was coming around and starting to trust me. Unfortunately, that was not the case. sniff After Huey died, I was all the more determined to bring BJ around, and worked long and hard with him. After a few months, he would let me pet him briefly as long as I approached him slowly and spoke softly to him. Since I had managed to bring him around, and moving him would set him back to where he started, the president of the agency I work with gave him to me for Christmas. My little Bj became more and more friendly, and although I never did manage to be able to pick him up, started spending time with me while I was on the computer. Then BJ started losing weight. I became worried and called the vet, who said to bring him in. I explained what BJ was like, and that I couldnt guarantee when I could bring him in, since he fought tooth and nail when trying to get him in the carrier. The vet told me to just bring him in whenever I could. A couple of days later, I managed to battle him into the carrier and took him to the vet. He told me that BJ was very sick, and that we could run some tests to see what was wrong. I told him about his brother Huey. I told him that it would be impossible to pill him or subq him if he needed it. With a heavy heart, I made the only decision I could and sent him to the Rainbow Bridge on June 25. ------------------ [Anti Heather takes a minute to compose herself before continuing] Kissa came into our lives in 1997, when she was just four months old. She was born to a barn cat, along with two brothers. She was a sweet little thing, and I used to carry her around in my coat while I was at the farm tending to our horse Jade. We hadnt been thinking of adopting a third cat. We already had Oz and Voodoo, but when her brothers met an untimely end, we decided we had to save her from the same fate. We brought her home and introduced her to Oz and Voodoo. At first they were afraid of her. It was funny to watch these two big black cats running away from this tiny little girl. [Anti Heather smiles in fond remembrance and wipes a tear from her eye] Gradually, they all became friends. Voodoo was more fond of her than Oz, and would spend hours playing with her. I dont know how many times they almost tripped us running up and down the hall playing chase. When we adopted Matthias and Maestro, Kissa took on the role of mother to them. She followed Matthias around and made sure that he didnt hurt himself. It was almost as if she knew there was something wrong with him, and that she had to protect him. sniff As she grew older, Kissa developed a few medical problems. She had fallen out of the hayloft when she was a baby, and had arthritis in her back. She had eye problems, and a nervous condition. When stressed, she would chew the hair off her legs and belly. Kissa was my bedtime buddy. Every night at bedtime, Kissa would jump onto the bed and get under the covers beside me. I would put my arm around her and skritch her chin while she purred me to sleep. Many was the night that she would wake me up, struggling to get up. I guess my arm got heavy when I fell asleep. I miss that so much, and still have trouble falling asleepat night. sniff Kissa was always a lady. She was my little princess. sniff She is now free from pain, and I know shell be there to greet me along with the others when the time comes. tears ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes tears from her eyes] Lady Grey was a beautiful Russian Blue mix, who came to live with us from another foster home, along with her son, who was then called Monaco, and is now called Noah. She was rescued from a high-kill shelter while pregnant; just minutes away from euthanasia. Lady Grey didnt like any other cats except for her son Noah, although she did learn to tolerate them. She was more of a peoples cat than a cats cat. Although Noah was much bigger than she was, she didnt hesitate to scold him if she thought he was being bad, or groom him if she thought he needed it. She was a beautiful girl, who loved to be brushed and fussed over. I miss her. ------------- [Anti Heather bows her head for a moment, as tears run down her cheeks. She then wipes the tears away, blows her nose and continues] Ernest P. Hemingway, Hemi for short, was brought into our household as a playmate for Marble. He was a hissy little guy at first, but soon learned that he got more attention if he behaved himself. He and Marble were the best of friends and did everything together, even after they grew out of kittenhood. They played together, ate together, slept together, and even got into trouble together. Hemi learned early that having extra toes were a benefit. He could catch a ball mid-air, and enjoyed snagging treats that were being tossed to someone else. He was a very loving boy, and very demanding when he wanted attention. He would jump on my lap, put both his paws around my neck and lick my face and neck. Sometimes, he would get a little rough and give love bites. This was a favorite amusement for him at 3 or 4 in the morning when I was trying to sleep. Hemi hid his illness from us until October 9. He was taken to the vet for blood and urine tests. The test results showed that Hemis kidneys were shutting down, and the prognosis was very poor. After taking a few days to say our goodbye, on October 14, 2008 Hemi was sent on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge. He left on his journey from home, with a few of his brothers and sisters with him. [Anti Heather thanks everyone for letting her speak, breaks into hysterical sobs, leaves the stage, and runs out of the building] |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
So mennee lossez in juss wun yeer. I hopez da remanin kitteez are a kumfurt
to yurownself, Anti Heather. Rebecca |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
So much luff an so much pain. We luff you for all that you do to gif so
manny cats wunderful lifes, Anti Heather. Lucy wrote: This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. We have lost far more than any heart can bear. First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
((((((((((Anti Heather)))))))))
You are a wonderful woman who has had so many losses and I don't know what to say, except my heart is breaking for what you've been through. Thank you for your wonderful tributes. They were beautiful. We all love you for being such a wonderful, caring woman. You are in our purrayers Kyla --in tears for your losses and broken heart. angelvinvin@ This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. We have lost far more than any heart can bear. First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. Maia came to the Rennie household as a foster cat. Abbey Cats was in the middle of a huge rescue from a high-kill shelter, and she was one of my choices to be included in the rescue. After going through the quarantine process, she was let out of the cat room and instantly became friends with my little deaf boy Secret. It was so cute to see these two chasing each other through the house, or sleeping together in a kitty pile. Since both of them were white, it was difficult to figure out where one cat ended and the other began. Since Maia and Secret got along so well together, Unca Graeme and I decided to adopt her. After only two months of being a member of our family, Maia became very ill and went downhill very quickly. A trip to the the vet showed she tested positive for FIP. Rather than watch her suffer, on December 12, 2007, we decided to let her go to the Bridge. Maia was a sweet girl who loved to cuddle, and we miss her terribly. ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing] Maestro was always a strange little guy, but we loved him anyway. When we went to adopt Matthias, Maestro took to Unca Graeme and kept climbing onto his knee. We hadnt been planning on adopting two kittens, but had no choice but to adopt him as well, since it was clear that he had chosen Unca Graeme as his hoomin, and we felt that Matthias needed another kitty his own age to play with. They were six weeks old when we brought them home. Maestro enjoyed playing with his brother Matthias and the rest of his siblings. He loved the laser light, and anything that moved. He didnt like to be held and cuddled for too long, but would lie beside you with one paw touching you. Near the end of the January, Maestro suddenly became very ill. We rushed him to the emergency vet clinic, where he spent two days and nights while tests were being run. The verdict was that Maestro was suffering from severe hypertrophic cardiomiopathy. We were in shock; he hadnt even shown any signs of being sick. The clinic told us that although for some cats to do reasonably well with medication, our poor Maestro didnt stand a chance. At best, we would have been able to keep him alive for three months, but there would be no quality to his life. With breaking hearts, we did the only thing we could have done; we sent him on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge on January 22 at 9:30 p.m. Meowmie and Daddee miss you very much Maestro, but we know youre healthy now and in no more pain. ------------------ [Anti Heather blows her nose and continues] Bon Jovi (BJ) was just a nasty little feral boy of five months when he came to live with us with his brother Huey as foster kitties. Two months after they arrived, I woke up one morning to find his brother Huey had gone to the Rainbow Bridge sometime during the night. Although I had never been able to pick either of them up, the night before Huey died, he jumped up on my knee, sat on my lap and let me pet him. I thought this strange, but also thought that maybe he was coming around and starting to trust me. Unfortunately, that was not the case. sniff After Huey died, I was all the more determined to bring BJ around, and worked long and hard with him. After a few months, he would let me pet him briefly as long as I approached him slowly and spoke softly to him. Since I had managed to bring him around, and moving him would set him back to where he started, the president of the agency I work with gave him to me for Christmas. My little Bj became more and more friendly, and although I never did manage to be able to pick him up, started spending time with me while I was on the computer. Then BJ started losing weight. I became worried and called the vet, who said to bring him in. I explained what BJ was like, and that I couldnt guarantee when I could bring him in, since he fought tooth and nail when trying to get him in the carrier. The vet told me to just bring him in whenever I could. A couple of days later, I managed to battle him into the carrier and took him to the vet. He told me that BJ was very sick, and that we could run some tests to see what was wrong. I told him about his brother Huey. I told him that it would be impossible to pill him or subq him if he needed it. With a heavy heart, I made the only decision I could and sent him to the Rainbow Bridge on June 25. ------------------ [Anti Heather takes a minute to compose herself before continuing] Kissa came into our lives in 1997, when she was just four months old. She was born to a barn cat, along with two brothers. She was a sweet little thing, and I used to carry her around in my coat while I was at the farm tending to our horse Jade. We hadnt been thinking of adopting a third cat. We already had Oz and Voodoo, but when her brothers met an untimely end, we decided we had to save her from the same fate. We brought her home and introduced her to Oz and Voodoo. At first they were afraid of her. It was funny to watch these two big black cats running away from this tiny little girl. [Anti Heather smiles in fond remembrance and wipes a tear from her eye] Gradually, they all became friends. Voodoo was more fond of her than Oz, and would spend hours playing with her. I dont know how many times they almost tripped us running up and down the hall playing chase. When we adopted Matthias and Maestro, Kissa took on the role of mother to them. She followed Matthias around and made sure that he didnt hurt himself. It was almost as if she knew there was something wrong with him, and that she had to protect him. sniff As she grew older, Kissa developed a few medical problems. She had fallen out of the hayloft when she was a baby, and had arthritis in her back. She had eye problems, and a nervous condition. When stressed, she would chew the hair off her legs and belly. Kissa was my bedtime buddy. Every night at bedtime, Kissa would jump onto the bed and get under the covers beside me. I would put my arm around her and skritch her chin while she purred me to sleep. Many was the night that she would wake me up, struggling to get up. I guess my arm got heavy when I fell asleep. I miss that so much, and still have trouble falling asleepat night. sniff Kissa was always a lady. She was my little princess. sniff She is now free from pain, and I know shell be there to greet me along with the others when the time comes. tears ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes tears from her eyes] Lady Grey was a beautiful Russian Blue mix, who came to live with us from another foster home, along with her son, who was then called Monaco, and is now called Noah. She was rescued from a high-kill shelter while pregnant; just minutes away from euthanasia. Lady Grey didnt like any other cats except for her son Noah, although she did learn to tolerate them. She was more of a peoples cat than a cats cat. Although Noah was much bigger than she was, she didnt hesitate to scold him if she thought he was being bad, or groom him if she thought he needed it. She was a beautiful girl, who loved to be brushed and fussed over. I miss her. ------------- [Anti Heather bows her head for a moment, as tears run down her cheeks. She then wipes the tears away, blows her nose and continues] Ernest P. Hemingway, Hemi for short, was brought into our household as a playmate for Marble. He was a hissy little guy at first, but soon learned that he got more attention if he behaved himself. He and Marble were the best of friends and did everything together, even after they grew out of kittenhood. They played together, ate together, slept together, and even got into trouble together. Hemi learned early that having extra toes were a benefit. He could catch a ball mid-air, and enjoyed snagging treats that were being tossed to someone else. He was a very loving boy, and very demanding when he wanted attention. He would jump on my lap, put both his paws around my neck and lick my face and neck. Sometimes, he would get a little rough and give love bites. This was a favorite amusement for him at 3 or 4 in the morning when I was trying to sleep. Hemi hid his illness from us until October 9. He was taken to the vet for blood and urine tests. The test results showed that Hemis kidneys were shutting down, and the prognosis was very poor. After taking a few days to say our goodbye, on October 14, 2008 Hemi was sent on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge. He left on his journey from home, with a few of his brothers and sisters with him. [Anti Heather thanks everyone for letting her speak, breaks into hysterical sobs, leaves the stage, and runs out of the building] |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. *We have lost far more than any heart can bear. *First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. *I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. 8 snip of heatbreaking tribute [Anti Heather thanks everyone for letting her speak, breaks into hysterical sobs, leaves the stage, and runs out of the building] [Lurking anti wishes she had words that would comfort Anti Heather but can offer only hugs and shared tears.] |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
On Oct 19, 6:28*pm, "Rebecca"
wrote: So mennee lossez in juss wun yeer. *I hopez da remanin kitteez are a kumfurt to yurownself, Anti Heather. Rebecca Thank you Rebecca. The remaining kitties and my friends alike bring comfort to me. Anti Heather |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
Thank you Lucy. I try to do the best I can.
Anti Heather On Oct 19, 7:02*pm, Lucy wrote: So much luff an so much pain. We luff you for all that you do to gif so manny cats wunderful lifes, Anti Heather. Lucy wrote: * This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. *We * have lost far more than any heart can bear. *First was Maia, followed * by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. *I would like to take a * moment to pay tribute to all of them. |
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Anti Heather Pays Tribute
Thank you Kyla and Mosey. With each kitties' passing, a little piece
of my heart is broken. Yet I will continue to do what I do. The President of Abbey Cats told me that someone once asked her how she could do what she does. Her answer to them was "how can I not?" I feel exactly the same way. Heather On Oct 19, 8:26*pm, "Mosey =^..^=" wrote: ((((((((((Anti Heather))))))))) You are a wonderful woman who has had so many losses and I don't know what to say, except my heart is breaking for what you've been through. Thank you for your wonderful tributes. *They were beautiful. We all love you for being such a wonderful, caring woman. You are in our purrayers Kyla --in tears for your losses and broken heart. angelvinvin@ This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. *We have lost far more than any heart can bear. *First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. *I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. Maia came to the Rennie household as a foster cat. *Abbey Cats was in the middle of a huge rescue from a high-kill shelter, and she was one of my choices to be included in the rescue. *After going through the quarantine process, she was let out of the cat room and instantly became friends with my little deaf boy Secret. *It was so cute to see these two chasing each other through the house, or sleeping together in a kitty pile. *Since both of them were white, it was difficult to figure out where one cat ended and the other began. Since Maia and Secret got along so well together, Unca Graeme and I decided to adopt her. *After only two months of being a member of our family, Maia became very ill and went downhill very quickly. *A trip to the the vet showed she tested positive for FIP. *Rather than watch her suffer, on December 12, 2007, we decided to let her go to the Bridge. Maia was a sweet girl who loved to cuddle, and we miss her terribly. ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes the tears from her eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing] Maestro was always a strange little guy, but we loved him anyway. When we went to adopt Matthias, Maestro took to Unca Graeme and kept climbing onto his knee. *We hadnt been planning on adopting two kittens, but had no choice but to adopt him as well, since it was clear that he had chosen Unca Graeme as his hoomin, and we felt that Matthias needed another kitty his own age to play with. *They were six weeks old when we brought them home. Maestro enjoyed playing with his brother Matthias and the rest of his siblings. *He loved the laser light, and anything that moved. *He didnt like to be held and cuddled for too long, but would lie beside you with one paw touching you. Near the end of the January, Maestro suddenly became very ill. *We rushed him to the emergency vet clinic, where he spent two days and nights while tests were being run. *The verdict was that Maestro was suffering from severe hypertrophic cardiomiopathy. *We were in shock; he hadnt even shown any signs of being sick. The clinic told us that although for some cats to do reasonably well with medication, our poor Maestro didnt stand a chance. *At best, we would have been able to keep him alive for three months, but there would be no quality to his life. *With breaking hearts, we did the only thing we could have done; we sent him on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge on January 22 at 9:30 p.m. Meowmie and Daddee miss you very much Maestro, but we know youre healthy now and in no more pain. ------------------ [Anti Heather blows her nose and continues] Bon Jovi (BJ) was just a nasty little feral boy of five months when he came to live with us with his brother Huey as foster kitties. *Two months after they arrived, I woke up one morning to find his brother Huey had gone to the Rainbow Bridge sometime during the night. Although I had never been able to pick either of them up, the night before Huey died, he jumped up on my knee, sat on my lap and let me pet him. *I thought this strange, but also thought that maybe he was coming around and starting to trust me. *Unfortunately, that was not the case. sniff After Huey died, I was all the more determined to bring BJ around, and worked long and hard with him. *After a few months, he would let me pet him briefly as long as I approached him slowly and spoke softly to him. *Since I had managed to bring him around, and moving him would set him back to where he started, the president of the agency I work with gave him to me for Christmas. My little Bj became more and more friendly, and although I never did manage to be able to pick him up, started spending time with me while I was on the computer. Then BJ started losing weight. *I became worried and called the vet, who said to bring him in. *I explained what BJ was like, and that I couldnt guarantee when I could bring him in, since he fought tooth and nail when trying to get him in the carrier. *The vet told me to just bring him in whenever I could. A couple of days later, I managed to battle him into the carrier and took him to the vet. *He told me that BJ was very sick, and that we could run some tests to see what was wrong. *I told him about his brother Huey. *I told him that it would be impossible to pill him or subq him if he needed it. With a heavy heart, I made the only decision I could and sent him to the Rainbow Bridge on June 25. ------------------ [Anti Heather takes a minute to compose herself before continuing] Kissa came into our lives in 1997, when she was just four months old. She was born to a barn cat, along with two brothers. She was a sweet little thing, and I used to carry her around in my coat while I was at the farm tending to our horse Jade. We hadnt been thinking of adopting a third cat. *We already had Oz and Voodoo, but when her brothers met an untimely end, we decided we had to save her from the same fate. We brought her home and introduced her to Oz and Voodoo. *At first they were afraid of her. *It was funny to watch these two big black cats running away from this tiny little girl. *[Anti Heather smiles in fond remembrance and wipes a tear from her eye] Gradually, they all became friends. *Voodoo was more fond of her than Oz, and would spend hours playing with her. *I dont know how many times they almost tripped us running up and down the hall playing chase. When we adopted Matthias and Maestro, Kissa took on the role of mother to them. *She followed Matthias around and made sure that he didnt hurt himself. *It was almost as if she knew there was something wrong with him, and that she had to protect him. sniff As she grew older, Kissa developed a few medical problems. *She had fallen out of the hayloft when she was a baby, and had arthritis in her back. *She had eye problems, and a nervous condition. *When stressed, she would chew the hair off her legs and belly. Kissa was my bedtime buddy. *Every night at bedtime, Kissa would jump onto the bed and get under the covers beside me. *I would put my arm around her and skritch her chin while she purred me to sleep. *Many was the night that she would wake me up, struggling to get up. *I guess my arm got heavy when I fell asleep. *I miss that so much, and still have trouble falling asleepat night. sniff Kissa was always a lady. *She was my little princess. sniff *She is now free from pain, and I know shell be there to greet me along with the others when the time comes. tears ------------------- [Anti Heather wipes tears from her eyes] Lady Grey was a beautiful Russian Blue mix, who came to live with us from another foster home, along with her son, who was then called Monaco, and is now called Noah. *She was rescued from a high-kill shelter while pregnant; just minutes away from euthanasia. Lady Grey didnt like any other cats except for her son Noah, although she did learn to tolerate them. *She was more of a peoples cat than a cats cat. *Although Noah was much bigger than she was, she didnt hesitate to scold him if she thought he was being bad, or groom him if she thought he needed it. She was a beautiful girl, who loved to be brushed and fussed over. *I miss her. ------------- [Anti Heather bows her head for a moment, as tears run down her cheeks. *She then wipes the tears away, blows her nose and continues] Ernest P. Hemingway, Hemi for short, was brought into our household as a playmate for Marble. *He was a hissy little guy at first, but soon learned that he got more attention if he behaved himself. He and Marble were the best of friends and did everything together, even after they grew out of kittenhood. *They played together, ate together, slept together, and even got into trouble together. Hemi learned early that having extra toes were a benefit. *He could catch a ball mid-air, and enjoyed snagging treats that were being tossed to someone else. He was a very loving boy, and very demanding when he wanted attention. *He would jump on my lap, put both his paws around my neck and lick my face and neck. *Sometimes, he would get a little rough and give love bites. *This was a favorite amusement for him at 3 or 4 in the morning when I was trying to sleep. Hemi hid his illness from us until October 9. *He was taken to the vet for blood and urine tests. *The test results showed that Hemis kidneys were shutting down, and the prognosis was very poor. *After taking a few days to say our goodbye, on October 14, 2008 Hemi was sent on his journey to the Rainbow Bridge. *He left on his journey from home, with a few of his brothers and sisters with him. [Anti Heather thanks everyone for letting her speak, breaks into hysterical sobs, leaves the stage, and runs out of the building] |
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On Oct 19, 10:12*pm, The Ajo Clowder wrote:
This past year has been a very sad one for the Rennie household. *We have lost far more than any heart can bear. *First was Maia, followed by Maestro, BJ, Kissa, Lady Grey, and Hemi. *I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to all of them. *8 snip of heatbreaking tribute [Anti Heather thanks everyone for letting her speak, breaks into hysterical sobs, leaves the stage, and runs out of the building] [Lurking anti wishes she had words that would comfort Anti Heather but can offer only hugs and shared tears.] Ant I appreciate them more than you can ever know Gabrielle. Heather |
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