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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
On Oct 22, 9:26*pm, Snowlady wrote:
The porter opens and out step the 5 Batson Cats. Heads turn as old friends notice the newest memfurr of the family. They make their way to a row of seats nearby. Mattie, in her beautiful black and gold shimmering designer gown along with Max in his ever present black tuxedo, complete with white bib, gloves and milk spot on his lip, Boo in his all black tuxedo accented with a sea-green vest, Petey also in an all black tuxedo and matching sea-green vest, sit down as their newest family memfurr, Hunnybun, in a flowing sea-green (to match her eyes) long gown with delicate gold embroidery along the hem, edges of the sleeves and neckline makes her way up to the podium. Nervously, she unfolds a well worn piece of paper, clears her throat and begins her tribute... Dearest friends and family members, I am here to honor my hoomin Paw, Donald Gregory. Since this is my furry first Ball, I wasn't sure of the rules of the honorees but hope that my tribute is acceptable to everyone. Here is our story; my life was a mystery until I came to live with my first family, the Shibleys. You may remember Mocha Dianne Shibley Batson? She was part of our family until Mom Shibley went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2002. Mocha came to live with the Batsons and their cats shortly after that and stayed with them until liver failure took her away in 2007. At that time I was still living at the Shibleys but they asked Renee to find me a onetruehome. She knew her dad, Donald Gregory, was without a cat at the time and asked him if perhaps he would be willing to foster me until we could find the right home for me. *He agreed to take me and so I went in the cage to see my new place. *I saw a finger poke into the cage and of course I rubbed on it. I know fingers are attached to hands and hands pet. This greatly surprised the man who was petting me. Evidently, not every kitty is this friendly. I was let out of my cage into an older mobile home and met my new friend. As time went on and things got busy, they forgot to find me a new onetruehome. Renee called her dad and asked how things were going. Of course we had bonded and became best friends and he told Renee that it was no longer necessary to find me another place to stay, I was home. Since I was an only cat, I was given the furry best food and of course I got all the pets and my choice of beds. Sad news came in 2008, Paw's cancer had returned and he was no longer able to care for himself. He moved in with Renee and her family and I was left with only visits every few days for food, water and other necessities. Oh how I missed my Paw! Radiation treatment was done and he was back on his feet. It was time to find a new place for us to live. Moving was fun and the place we moved to was even better! Retirement living, only 7 minutes from Renee and her family was the place for us. I had the run of the place and Paws complete attention. We were together all the time except when he went to the dining hall for meals, church time and the doctor visits which were becoming more frequent. There were even a few hospital stays but I was well taken care of. I still missed my Paw though. When Renee would come to pick Paw up for his doctor visits and for church, I was always his favorite subject. He would tell them all the routines and funny things I had done throughout the week. They would joke and comment on how the stories were always the same and that they could quote them by heart! Then one day Paw slid down to the floor in the bathroom...I tried to help but couldn't. He finally managed to push the button on his Lifeline bracelet and call for help. The nice men came and took him away to the hospital. He was there ever so long... about a week but that is a long time to a kitty. They came and fed me and took care of my box but nothing was the same without my Paw. Then one day Renee came to get me and put me in a cage and took me to see Paw! He was in another place they called skilled nursing. I rubbed all over him to make sure he smelled like me. I didn't want him to forget his Hunnybun! He talked a little funny and I heard the word stroke and his left arm didn't work so well but I didn't mind, the right hand had lots of pets left. Renee always told Paw that she and I were sisters. That brought a smile to him every time. After that visit, I was able to come back to see him a few more times. I knew when Renee came with the cage to our place, that we were going to see Paw but when she came furry late in the day and was in such a hurry, I knew something was wrong. When we got to his room, his eyes were not open and he did not pet me at first. His breathing was rattley and he only responded only with 'yeah' or 'no' to Renee. She was talking to Paw about some furry impurrtant things and promised to see him the next day. She mentioned me and that's when I finally got my pets from Paw... She packed me in my cage, told Paw she loved him and he said he loved her too which was a surprise since it was his only sentence all evening. I was then taken back home, alone. *Renee finally came back a day or two later, put me in the cage and told me that I was going to live with her now and that Paw was gone.She wet me with her tears and I was furry confused. My sweet Paw who loved and pet me and told stories about me because I was one of the most important things in his life was gone? He told everyone about me and said that of all the many cats he had ever owned, that I was the very best. *Everyday I miss him, he was such a loving man. They said he had true animal magnetism and that he could even get feral cats to come to him for pets. All types of animals saw in him what I saw, a gentle, kind spirit who knew how to make a lonely, sad kitty feel accepted and loved. Renee is so glad she was able to put the two of us together for Paws last 3 years. It made all the difference in the world to both of us. Some times Renee will get something of Paws out and let me smell his smell again. We both miss him furry, furry much. For me, he was an Honorary Cat because of his kind rescue of me and many other kitties throughout years past. (Hunnybun removes a handkerchief and gently dabs her eyes). Sorry about this being so long but I didn't get to pay my respects at Paws hoomin memorial service. I thank you all so much for taking the time to listen. Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... [Ralph de Ralf edges over to where the Batson Cats are sitting and gives Hunnybun a cheeksmooch.] Dat wuz....dat wuz...well, it wuz purrfect, Hunnybun. Yew made yerown Paw humin happee. Ize glad Anti Renee lez yew snif hiz smell sumtimes. Ralph, pausing to hug Mattie and the others as he returns to his clowder |
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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
(Lurking anti and old member MMSes)
Godspeed to your Paw Hunnybun Anti Stacey "Snowlady" wrote in message ... The porter opens and out step the 5 Batson Cats. Heads turn as old friends notice the newest memfurr of the family. They make their way to a row of seats nearby. Mattie, in her beautiful black and gold shimmering designer gown along with Max in his ever present black tuxedo, complete with white bib, gloves and milk spot on his lip, Boo in his all black tuxedo accented with a sea-green vest, Petey also in an all black tuxedo and matching sea-green vest, sit down as their newest family memfurr, Hunnybun, in a flowing sea-green (to match her eyes) long gown with delicate gold embroidery along the hem, edges of the sleeves and neckline makes her way up to the podium. Nervously, she unfolds a well worn piece of paper, clears her throat and begins her tribute... Dearest friends and family members, I am here to honor my hoomin Paw, Donald Gregory. Since this is my furry first Ball, I wasn't sure of the rules of the honorees but hope that my tribute is acceptable to everyone. Here is our story; my life was a mystery until I came to live with my first family, the Shibleys. You may remember Mocha Dianne Shibley Batson? She was part of our family until Mom Shibley went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2002. Mocha came to live with the Batsons and their cats shortly after that and stayed with them until liver failure took her away in 2007. At that time I was still living at the Shibleys but they asked Renee to find me a onetruehome. She knew her dad, Donald Gregory, was without a cat at the time and asked him if perhaps he would be willing to foster me until we could find the right home for me. He agreed to take me and so I went in the cage to see my new place. I saw a finger poke into the cage and of course I rubbed on it. I know fingers are attached to hands and hands pet. This greatly surprised the man who was petting me. Evidently, not every kitty is this friendly. I was let out of my cage into an older mobile home and met my new friend. As time went on and things got busy, they forgot to find me a new onetruehome. Renee called her dad and asked how things were going. Of course we had bonded and became best friends and he told Renee that it was no longer necessary to find me another place to stay, I was home. Since I was an only cat, I was given the furry best food and of course I got all the pets and my choice of beds. Sad news came in 2008, Paw's cancer had returned and he was no longer able to care for himself. He moved in with Renee and her family and I was left with only visits every few days for food, water and other necessities. Oh how I missed my Paw! Radiation treatment was done and he was back on his feet. It was time to find a new place for us to live. Moving was fun and the place we moved to was even better! Retirement living, only 7 minutes from Renee and her family was the place for us. I had the run of the place and Paws complete attention. We were together all the time except when he went to the dining hall for meals, church time and the doctor visits which were becoming more frequent. There were even a few hospital stays but I was well taken care of. I still missed my Paw though. When Renee would come to pick Paw up for his doctor visits and for church, I was always his favorite subject. He would tell them all the routines and funny things I had done throughout the week. They would joke and comment on how the stories were always the same and that they could quote them by heart! Then one day Paw slid down to the floor in the bathroom...I tried to help but couldn't. He finally managed to push the button on his Lifeline bracelet and call for help. The nice men came and took him away to the hospital. He was there ever so long... about a week but that is a long time to a kitty. They came and fed me and took care of my box but nothing was the same without my Paw. Then one day Renee came to get me and put me in a cage and took me to see Paw! He was in another place they called skilled nursing. I rubbed all over him to make sure he smelled like me. I didn't want him to forget his Hunnybun! He talked a little funny and I heard the word stroke and his left arm didn't work so well but I didn't mind, the right hand had lots of pets left. Renee always told Paw that she and I were sisters. That brought a smile to him every time. After that visit, I was able to come back to see him a few more times. I knew when Renee came with the cage to our place, that we were going to see Paw but when she came furry late in the day and was in such a hurry, I knew something was wrong. When we got to his room, his eyes were not open and he did not pet me at first. His breathing was rattley and he only responded only with 'yeah' or 'no' to Renee. She was talking to Paw about some furry impurrtant things and promised to see him the next day. She mentioned me and that's when I finally got my pets from Paw... She packed me in my cage, told Paw she loved him and he said he loved her too which was a surprise since it was his only sentence all evening. I was then taken back home, alone. Renee finally came back a day or two later, put me in the cage and told me that I was going to live with her now and that Paw was gone.She wet me with her tears and I was furry confused. My sweet Paw who loved and pet me and told stories about me because I was one of the most important things in his life was gone? He told everyone about me and said that of all the many cats he had ever owned, that I was the very best. Everyday I miss him, he was such a loving man. They said he had true animal magnetism and that he could even get feral cats to come to him for pets. All types of animals saw in him what I saw, a gentle, kind spirit who knew how to make a lonely, sad kitty feel accepted and loved. Renee is so glad she was able to put the two of us together for Paws last 3 years. It made all the difference in the world to both of us. Some times Renee will get something of Paws out and let me smell his smell again. We both miss him furry, furry much. For me, he was an Honorary Cat because of his kind rescue of me and many other kitties throughout years past. (Hunnybun removes a handkerchief and gently dabs her eyes). Sorry about this being so long but I didn't get to pay my respects at Paws hoomin memorial service. I thank you all so much for taking the time to listen. Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... |
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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
Dat was a furry specal trybute, furry butiful.
Booker On 10/22/2010 9:26 PM, Snowlady wrote: The porter opens and out step the 5 Batson Cats. Heads turn as old friends notice the newest memfurr of the family. They make their way to a row of seats nearby. Mattie, in her beautiful black and gold shimmering designer gown along with Max in his ever present black tuxedo, complete with white bib, gloves and milk spot on his lip, Boo in his all black tuxedo accented with a sea-green vest, Petey also in an all black tuxedo and matching sea-green vest, sit down as their newest family memfurr, Hunnybun, in a flowing sea-green (to match her eyes) long gown with delicate gold embroidery along the hem, edges of the sleeves and neckline makes her way up to the podium. Nervously, she unfolds a well worn piece of paper, clears her throat and begins her tribute... Dearest friends and family members, I am here to honor my hoomin Paw, Donald Gregory. Since this is my furry first Ball, I wasn't sure of the rules of the honorees but hope that my tribute is acceptable to everyone. Here is our story; my life was a mystery until I came to live with my first family, the Shibleys. You may remember Mocha Dianne Shibley Batson? She was part of our family until Mom Shibley went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2002. Mocha came to live with the Batsons and their cats shortly after that and stayed with them until liver failure took her away in 2007. At that time I was still living at the Shibleys but they asked Renee to find me a onetruehome. She knew her dad, Donald Gregory, was without a cat at the time and asked him if perhaps he would be willing to foster me until we could find the right home for me. He agreed to take me and so I went in the cage to see my new place. I saw a finger poke into the cage and of course I rubbed on it. I know fingers are attached to hands and hands pet. This greatly surprised the man who was petting me. Evidently, not every kitty is this friendly. I was let out of my cage into an older mobile home and met my new friend. As time went on and things got busy, they forgot to find me a new onetruehome. Renee called her dad and asked how things were going. Of course we had bonded and became best friends and he told Renee that it was no longer necessary to find me another place to stay, I was home. Since I was an only cat, I was given the furry best food and of course I got all the pets and my choice of beds. Sad news came in 2008, Paw's cancer had returned and he was no longer able to care for himself. He moved in with Renee and her family and I was left with only visits every few days for food, water and other necessities. Oh how I missed my Paw! Radiation treatment was done and he was back on his feet. It was time to find a new place for us to live. Moving was fun and the place we moved to was even better! Retirement living, only 7 minutes from Renee and her family was the place for us. I had the run of the place and Paws complete attention. We were together all the time except when he went to the dining hall for meals, church time and the doctor visits which were becoming more frequent. There were even a few hospital stays but I was well taken care of. I still missed my Paw though. When Renee would come to pick Paw up for his doctor visits and for church, I was always his favorite subject. He would tell them all the routines and funny things I had done throughout the week. They would joke and comment on how the stories were always the same and that they could quote them by heart! Then one day Paw slid down to the floor in the bathroom...I tried to help but couldn't. He finally managed to push the button on his Lifeline bracelet and call for help. The nice men came and took him away to the hospital. He was there ever so long... about a week but that is a long time to a kitty. They came and fed me and took care of my box but nothing was the same without my Paw. Then one day Renee came to get me and put me in a cage and took me to see Paw! He was in another place they called skilled nursing. I rubbed all over him to make sure he smelled like me. I didn't want him to forget his Hunnybun! He talked a little funny and I heard the word stroke and his left arm didn't work so well but I didn't mind, the right hand had lots of pets left. Renee always told Paw that she and I were sisters. That brought a smile to him every time. After that visit, I was able to come back to see him a few more times. I knew when Renee came with the cage to our place, that we were going to see Paw but when she came furry late in the day and was in such a hurry, I knew something was wrong. When we got to his room, his eyes were not open and he did not pet me at first. His breathing was rattley and he only responded only with 'yeah' or 'no' to Renee. She was talking to Paw about some furry impurrtant things and promised to see him the next day. She mentioned me and that's when I finally got my pets from Paw... She packed me in my cage, told Paw she loved him and he said he loved her too which was a surprise since it was his only sentence all evening. I was then taken back home, alone. Renee finally came back a day or two later, put me in the cage and told me that I was going to live with her now and that Paw was gone.She wet me with her tears and I was furry confused. My sweet Paw who loved and pet me and told stories about me because I was one of the most important things in his life was gone? He told everyone about me and said that of all the many cats he had ever owned, that I was the very best. Everyday I miss him, he was such a loving man. They said he had true animal magnetism and that he could even get feral cats to come to him for pets. All types of animals saw in him what I saw, a gentle, kind spirit who knew how to make a lonely, sad kitty feel accepted and loved. Renee is so glad she was able to put the two of us together for Paws last 3 years. It made all the difference in the world to both of us. Some times Renee will get something of Paws out and let me smell his smell again. We both miss him furry, furry much. For me, he was an Honorary Cat because of his kind rescue of me and many other kitties throughout years past. (Hunnybun removes a handkerchief and gently dabs her eyes). Sorry about this being so long but I didn't get to pay my respects at Paws hoomin memorial service. I thank you all so much for taking the time to listen. Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... |
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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
On Oct 23, 12:26*am, Snowlady wrote:
[snipped for the server] Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... Hunnybun, dat wuz absolootly purrfekt. Mine hoomin is leeking a liddul water frum her eyes rite now, but dat's notta bad fing atall. Yurdad wuz furryfurry speshul, an wee fangu fur tellin us bowt him. Mietze [hugs, Renee.] Melissa |
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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
yourown tribute waz zatlee da rite lenth, OEJ for herow howze
"Snowlady" wrote in message ... The porter opens and out step the 5 Batson Cats. Heads turn as old friends notice the newest memfurr of the family. They make their way to a row of seats nearby. Mattie, in her beautiful black and gold shimmering designer gown along with Max in his ever present black tuxedo, complete with white bib, gloves and milk spot on his lip, Boo in his all black tuxedo accented with a sea-green vest, Petey also in an all black tuxedo and matching sea-green vest, sit down as their newest family memfurr, Hunnybun, in a flowing sea-green (to match her eyes) long gown with delicate gold embroidery along the hem, edges of the sleeves and neckline makes her way up to the podium. Nervously, she unfolds a well worn piece of paper, clears her throat and begins her tribute... Dearest friends and family members, I am here to honor my hoomin Paw, Donald Gregory. Since this is my furry first Ball, I wasn't sure of the rules of the honorees but hope that my tribute is acceptable to everyone. Here is our story; my life was a mystery until I came to live with my first family, the Shibleys. You may remember Mocha Dianne Shibley Batson? She was part of our family until Mom Shibley went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2002. Mocha came to live with the Batsons and their cats shortly after that and stayed with them until liver failure took her away in 2007. At that time I was still living at the Shibleys but they asked Renee to find me a onetruehome. She knew her dad, Donald Gregory, was without a cat at the time and asked him if perhaps he would be willing to foster me until we could find the right home for me. He agreed to take me and so I went in the cage to see my new place. I saw a finger poke into the cage and of course I rubbed on it. I know fingers are attached to hands and hands pet. This greatly surprised the man who was petting me. Evidently, not every kitty is this friendly. I was let out of my cage into an older mobile home and met my new friend. As time went on and things got busy, they forgot to find me a new onetruehome. Renee called her dad and asked how things were going. Of course we had bonded and became best friends and he told Renee that it was no longer necessary to find me another place to stay, I was home. Since I was an only cat, I was given the furry best food and of course I got all the pets and my choice of beds. Sad news came in 2008, Paw's cancer had returned and he was no longer able to care for himself. He moved in with Renee and her family and I was left with only visits every few days for food, water and other necessities. Oh how I missed my Paw! Radiation treatment was done and he was back on his feet. It was time to find a new place for us to live. Moving was fun and the place we moved to was even better! Retirement living, only 7 minutes from Renee and her family was the place for us. I had the run of the place and Paws complete attention. We were together all the time except when he went to the dining hall for meals, church time and the doctor visits which were becoming more frequent. There were even a few hospital stays but I was well taken care of. I still missed my Paw though. When Renee would come to pick Paw up for his doctor visits and for church, I was always his favorite subject. He would tell them all the routines and funny things I had done throughout the week. They would joke and comment on how the stories were always the same and that they could quote them by heart! Then one day Paw slid down to the floor in the bathroom...I tried to help but couldn't. He finally managed to push the button on his Lifeline bracelet and call for help. The nice men came and took him away to the hospital. He was there ever so long... about a week but that is a long time to a kitty. They came and fed me and took care of my box but nothing was the same without my Paw. Then one day Renee came to get me and put me in a cage and took me to see Paw! He was in another place they called skilled nursing. I rubbed all over him to make sure he smelled like me. I didn't want him to forget his Hunnybun! He talked a little funny and I heard the word stroke and his left arm didn't work so well but I didn't mind, the right hand had lots of pets left. Renee always told Paw that she and I were sisters. That brought a smile to him every time. After that visit, I was able to come back to see him a few more times. I knew when Renee came with the cage to our place, that we were going to see Paw but when she came furry late in the day and was in such a hurry, I knew something was wrong. When we got to his room, his eyes were not open and he did not pet me at first. His breathing was rattley and he only responded only with 'yeah' or 'no' to Renee. She was talking to Paw about some furry impurrtant things and promised to see him the next day. She mentioned me and that's when I finally got my pets from Paw... She packed me in my cage, told Paw she loved him and he said he loved her too which was a surprise since it was his only sentence all evening. I was then taken back home, alone. Renee finally came back a day or two later, put me in the cage and told me that I was going to live with her now and that Paw was gone.She wet me with her tears and I was furry confused. My sweet Paw who loved and pet me and told stories about me because I was one of the most important things in his life was gone? He told everyone about me and said that of all the many cats he had ever owned, that I was the very best. Everyday I miss him, he was such a loving man. They said he had true animal magnetism and that he could even get feral cats to come to him for pets. All types of animals saw in him what I saw, a gentle, kind spirit who knew how to make a lonely, sad kitty feel accepted and loved. Renee is so glad she was able to put the two of us together for Paws last 3 years. It made all the difference in the world to both of us. Some times Renee will get something of Paws out and let me smell his smell again. We both miss him furry, furry much. For me, he was an Honorary Cat because of his kind rescue of me and many other kitties throughout years past. (Hunnybun removes a handkerchief and gently dabs her eyes). Sorry about this being so long but I didn't get to pay my respects at Paws hoomin memorial service. I thank you all so much for taking the time to listen. Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... |
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My tribute to my Paw - Donald Gregory
Piglett goes to Honeybun, I losted a ferri gud hooman alzo anna I knowz how
u feelz. Iffin u effer needz a fren u kall mineselfz. She takes a rainhbow hankie and wipes her tears as she remembers what she has lost. "Snowlady" wrote in message ... The porter opens and out step the 5 Batson Cats. Heads turn as old friends notice the newest memfurr of the family. They make their way to a row of seats nearby. Mattie, in her beautiful black and gold shimmering designer gown along with Max in his ever present black tuxedo, complete with white bib, gloves and milk spot on his lip, Boo in his all black tuxedo accented with a sea-green vest, Petey also in an all black tuxedo and matching sea-green vest, sit down as their newest family memfurr, Hunnybun, in a flowing sea-green (to match her eyes) long gown with delicate gold embroidery along the hem, edges of the sleeves and neckline makes her way up to the podium. Nervously, she unfolds a well worn piece of paper, clears her throat and begins her tribute... Dearest friends and family members, I am here to honor my hoomin Paw, Donald Gregory. Since this is my furry first Ball, I wasn't sure of the rules of the honorees but hope that my tribute is acceptable to everyone. Here is our story; my life was a mystery until I came to live with my first family, the Shibleys. You may remember Mocha Dianne Shibley Batson? She was part of our family until Mom Shibley went to the Rainbow Bridge in 2002. Mocha came to live with the Batsons and their cats shortly after that and stayed with them until liver failure took her away in 2007. At that time I was still living at the Shibleys but they asked Renee to find me a onetruehome. She knew her dad, Donald Gregory, was without a cat at the time and asked him if perhaps he would be willing to foster me until we could find the right home for me. He agreed to take me and so I went in the cage to see my new place. I saw a finger poke into the cage and of course I rubbed on it. I know fingers are attached to hands and hands pet. This greatly surprised the man who was petting me. Evidently, not every kitty is this friendly. I was let out of my cage into an older mobile home and met my new friend. As time went on and things got busy, they forgot to find me a new onetruehome. Renee called her dad and asked how things were going. Of course we had bonded and became best friends and he told Renee that it was no longer necessary to find me another place to stay, I was home. Since I was an only cat, I was given the furry best food and of course I got all the pets and my choice of beds. Sad news came in 2008, Paw's cancer had returned and he was no longer able to care for himself. He moved in with Renee and her family and I was left with only visits every few days for food, water and other necessities. Oh how I missed my Paw! Radiation treatment was done and he was back on his feet. It was time to find a new place for us to live. Moving was fun and the place we moved to was even better! Retirement living, only 7 minutes from Renee and her family was the place for us. I had the run of the place and Paws complete attention. We were together all the time except when he went to the dining hall for meals, church time and the doctor visits which were becoming more frequent. There were even a few hospital stays but I was well taken care of. I still missed my Paw though. When Renee would come to pick Paw up for his doctor visits and for church, I was always his favorite subject. He would tell them all the routines and funny things I had done throughout the week. They would joke and comment on how the stories were always the same and that they could quote them by heart! Then one day Paw slid down to the floor in the bathroom...I tried to help but couldn't. He finally managed to push the button on his Lifeline bracelet and call for help. The nice men came and took him away to the hospital. He was there ever so long... about a week but that is a long time to a kitty. They came and fed me and took care of my box but nothing was the same without my Paw. Then one day Renee came to get me and put me in a cage and took me to see Paw! He was in another place they called skilled nursing. I rubbed all over him to make sure he smelled like me. I didn't want him to forget his Hunnybun! He talked a little funny and I heard the word stroke and his left arm didn't work so well but I didn't mind, the right hand had lots of pets left. Renee always told Paw that she and I were sisters. That brought a smile to him every time. After that visit, I was able to come back to see him a few more times. I knew when Renee came with the cage to our place, that we were going to see Paw but when she came furry late in the day and was in such a hurry, I knew something was wrong. When we got to his room, his eyes were not open and he did not pet me at first. His breathing was rattley and he only responded only with 'yeah' or 'no' to Renee. She was talking to Paw about some furry impurrtant things and promised to see him the next day. She mentioned me and that's when I finally got my pets from Paw... She packed me in my cage, told Paw she loved him and he said he loved her too which was a surprise since it was his only sentence all evening. I was then taken back home, alone. Renee finally came back a day or two later, put me in the cage and told me that I was going to live with her now and that Paw was gone.She wet me with her tears and I was furry confused. My sweet Paw who loved and pet me and told stories about me because I was one of the most important things in his life was gone? He told everyone about me and said that of all the many cats he had ever owned, that I was the very best. Everyday I miss him, he was such a loving man. They said he had true animal magnetism and that he could even get feral cats to come to him for pets. All types of animals saw in him what I saw, a gentle, kind spirit who knew how to make a lonely, sad kitty feel accepted and loved. Renee is so glad she was able to put the two of us together for Paws last 3 years. It made all the difference in the world to both of us. Some times Renee will get something of Paws out and let me smell his smell again. We both miss him furry, furry much. For me, he was an Honorary Cat because of his kind rescue of me and many other kitties throughout years past. (Hunnybun removes a handkerchief and gently dabs her eyes). Sorry about this being so long but I didn't get to pay my respects at Paws hoomin memorial service. I thank you all so much for taking the time to listen. Hunnybun makes her way back to the row of seats with her new family and sits down to listen to the next tribute.... |
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