good night, Gibs

I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

This is definitely the right place to do this. All of us here love
cats, and most of us have lost one or more. Everyone's grief is
different, but we do understand.

Do you know the story of the Rainbow Bridge? Many of us find it
comforting at a time like this. I'm sure someone will send it to you,
or tell you how to find it.

Purrs,
Joy


"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken
right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the
past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she
was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly
owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in.
The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to
leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a
kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring.
This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for
serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test
cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were
to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn
over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with
us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf
washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for
comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She
had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while
she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to
the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always
liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By
doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and
'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

We will light a candle for Gibby's safe journey to the Rainbow Bridge. She
will be happy there. Thank you for sharing her happy years with you in this
group.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

In article , "Lars" wrote:
-- I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this,

It most cetainly is. I'm sorry to hear about your loss, and appreciate your
story.

Any pictures to share with us?

Art

Lars, I'm so very sorry to hear about your loss. You wrote a wonderful
tribute, Gibs truly was loved. We are sending hugs for you, hoping that fond
memories of your time with Gibs will replace your sorrow.
Purrs,
--
Polonca & Soncek

"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.
snip If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By
doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

Your beautiful tribute to Gibby touched me.

Thank you so much for sharing her story, you gave her a wonderful life.

Lois

"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Thankyou for telling us about Gibby, and allowing us to get to know here
even just a little. She sounds like she was a wonderful companion and gave
you much joy and love throughout her time here. I'm just sorry that the
price we long lived humans have to pay for that wonderful and unique
pleasure of being owned by a kitty is often outliving them. It is indeed
heartbreaking, but once that initial pang of grief settles into a dull ache
and you can smile at her memory again without also crying, you'll know that
the pain of her passing was a small price to pay for her company.

Our condolences,

Yowie
PS, you can find the poem "Rainbow Bridge" in many places, here is one of
them:
http://www.petloss.com/poems/maingrp/rainbowb.htm


story of Gibby gently cuddled for space

On Mon, 08 Dec 2003 20:52:19 GMT, "Yoj" wrote:

This is definitely the right place to do this. All of us here love
cats, and most of us have lost one or more. Everyone's grief is
different, but we do understand.

Do you know the story of the Rainbow Bridge? Many of us find it
comforting at a time like this. I'm sure someone will send it to you,
or tell you how to find it.

Purrs,
Joy It is easy -- just www.rainbowbridge.com. This is really a help in
easing the gried. Sincere condolences. MLB


"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken
right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the
past 14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she
was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly
owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in.
The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to
leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a
kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring.
This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for
serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test
cuddling, but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were
to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn
over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with
us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf
washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for
comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She
had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while
she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to
the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always
liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By
doing so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and
'we all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

Purrs for Gibby's safe crossing of the RB!!!

Scritches and purrs for Keisha, Wicca and Gandalf (bless him).

Comforting purrs for the 2-legged hoomins who loved him.

Angela and Gizmo
"Lars" wrote in message
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.

A lovely tribute.
"If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to
heaven, and take you home again."

--
Nanny

I used to believe in reincarnation, but that was in a
past life...

"Lars" schreef in bericht
...
I'm not sure if this is the right place to do this, I'm heart-broken right
now, and need to tell someone about the loss of a friend.

Gibby, a short haired tabby, was my wife and my good friend for the past
14
years. We met her at the local shelter on Prince Edward Island, she was
already an adult at that time. It seems that her original elderly owner
passed away a short while prior, and the lady's family took Gibby in. The
families dog mistreated her, so she hid under the couch, refused to leave,
even defecating there in her terror.

When my wife and I went to the shelter, we thought we would like a kitten.
Gibby caught our attention immediately, sitting, purring and staring. This
was her first day on the adoption floor after being treated for serious
malnutrition. Sure, we picked out a couple of kittens for test cuddling,
but
Gib kept staring, no meowing, just a confident look- she knew we were to
take her home.

Anyone that knows me, knows that I am not the kind to gush and fawn over a
lost cat, but Gib was our friend. She spent a lot of good years with us,
being a mentor to Keisha, Wicca and now Gandalf. In fact, Gandalf washed
Gibs while she was dying, with Gibby needing to be near him for comfort.

After a relatively quick decline, Gib finally said good-bye today. She had
the courtesy, and the strength, to wait until I got home from a job I
couldn't get away from. My wife and I sat with her on the couch while she
passed, now she has a bed amongst the flowers of our gardens, close to the
gold-finches and blue-jays she watched, beneath the grass she always liked
to nibble.

If you have taken the time to read to this point, I thank you. By doing
so,
you have helped to remember her. I just can't handle platitudes and 'we
all
go some-day' condolences. I figured someone here would understand.

Good night Gibs. Thank you.