Bandit RB

"CatNipped" wrote in message
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Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

My beloved friend is gone. Dr. French came to our home so that Bandit
wouldn't know fear as her last experience on earth.

{{{Lori}}} We'll light a candle for dear Bandit.

Susan M
Otis and Chester

Oh, and I nearly forgot:

On Jun 4, 4:06 pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

April, 1990 was one HECK of a month for great cats to be born. Melody
and Harmony, both RB now, were born in that month. From the animal
shelter's best guess-timate of their age, Melody's birthdate was
4/1/90 and Harmony's birthdate was 4/15/90.

Also, my nephmew Lin-Toy, or "Toy" for short (who was adopted by my
friend from the same shelter)was born the day after Bandit, on 4/9/90.

Yep -- definitely that month wins a prize for marking the birth of so
many top-notch felines!

Donna and two other April 8 kitties (though their birth year is 2004):
Captain and Stanley

I am so sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your beautiful tribute
to a beautiful cat. It's so hard to say goodbye.

Bonnie

On Jun 4, 1:06 pm, "CatNipped" wrote:
Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

My beloved friend is gone. Dr. French came to our home so that Bandit
wouldn't know fear as her last experience on earth.

She had an easy passage to the bridge, she was so weak that I think the
intramuscular sedative was enough to send her on her way. When Dr. French
poked her thigh with the sedative needle she gave one last cougar-like yowl
and scared the **** out of the vet tech (Bandit's trademark, patented July
8, 1990). After that it took about 5 minutes for the sedative to start
working (as I said, I think her breathing may have stopped, or slowed so
much I couldn't see her chest rise, at that point). Then Dr. French gave
her the medicine that released her from her pain and infirmities.

We had a good weekend together, I got some last pictures of her, and I let
her roam around in the backyard smelling the world for the last time
(http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/Bandit_Last/). You can see how
weary she looked in the pictures taken today.

For the last two hours of her life I held her in my arms and petted her, and
told her all that she meant to me over the years.

I can't really relate any stories or memories now - it's still too raw.
Maybe in a week or so I'll redo her web page. In the meantime, this is
something I wrote for her a while back.

================================================== ===========

Looking into your eyes now, I don't see that sparkle of mischievousness that
used to make them glow with the joy of life and the exuberance of youth.
Instead there are spots there."Iris Pigmentation" the vet calls it, normal
for your age, something like liver spots in older people - yes, I'm familiar
with those. Your eyes are misted, cloudy with the years you've lived. But
those eyes still look at me with love and can still melt my heart. The power
of your eyes has not dimmed in the least.

Your fur is not as sleek and shiny now, you don't groom as much as when you
were a young and prideful girl - arthritis keeps you from bending as easily
as you once did. There are spots that are patchy and dry, places where the
hair is thinning (mine is thinning too, my love). Never mind, I will brush
your coat for you, tenderly smoothing those places that are now hard for you
to reach with your scratchy little tongue. My payment for all the times that
tongue lovingly dried the tears on my cheeks when life or love was treating
me badly.

Those legs, once powerful enough to leap to the highest perch, now tremble a
bit when you walk. My heart breaks when I see you eying a favorite napping
spot that you can no longer reach, and then quietly retreating to a corner
on the floor to rest. Be at ease my sweet, I will lift you to wherever you
want to go. I owe you that for all the times you lifted my heart and made me
laugh with your cavorting through the house in pursuit of a fly! I will be
there for you as you have always been for me. I can't run and play as I did
in my youth either, but we can sit together in front of a fire to warm our
tired old bones and reminisce about the time when we thought we could
conquer the world.

Your heart, once so strong and steady, now falters with age. Please, please
dear heart, keep beating. Defy the end and stay with me a little longer. My
own heart will break beyond repair when you are taken from me. Your tiny
heart has always been big enough to hold a whole universe full of love, and
generous enough to forgive me all my faults and stupid mistakes. Yours is
the only heart that has been ever steadfast and true, unlike so many others
that may have been bigger in physical size, but so much smaller in the
capacity to love and forgive. You have always accepted me as I am and never
faltered in your love and devotion to me. I will love you to the end and
beyond, I will never forget you after you have been forced to leave me. My
love will go beyond the grave and lift you to the farthest star, my dear.

I will always remember the gift you gave me, the greatest gift imaginable,
the gift of your life, the gift of your love. I can never repay what you
have given me. I stand in awe of your devotion to such a frail and fallible
soul such as me. The times I ignored you (when someone not nearly as
deserving took my attention from you), the times I left you to fend for
yourself while I took care of more "important" business - oh how those times
now sear my soul with their loss. How I wish now I could recapture those
lost chances to be with you. I know that our time together is so short now
and each second with you is precious beyond belief. Please make those
moments stretch out long enough to assuage my need for your purrs, your nose
kisses, your love.

You no longer pounce through our home with your tail held high, but that is
as it should be. The time we do have left can better be spent cuddled close,
in peace, softly dreaming of what was and hopeful of what will be.

My dear heart, may I have the grace to appreciate what we have, and the
courage to face what will come. I know I can never match your indomitable
spirit, your dignity, and your acceptance of what life brings, so please
lend me your faith that life is good as it is and death will bring peace and
a well deserved rest for a friend who is the best friend I will ever have.

================================================== ===========

--

Hugs,

CatNipped

See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

A wonderful tribute, Catnipped. You did the kindest, bravest and
hardest thing for Bandit once she told you it was time to let her pass
over the Bridge.

{{{Catnipped}}}

But even when you know beyond doubt that it's time, it's still so
hard to see them go!

Melissa

CatNipped wrote:
Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

Awwwww! :*( She knows she was loved, Lori. That's all that matters.
You were kind to let her go in peace. I hope you can find comfort in
the sweet memories of her, soon.
hugs,
-L.

CatNipped wrote:
Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007


I knew this was coming and still I am sitting here crying. I didn't want to
log on this morning, guess I was hoping Dr French would have found some way
for you and Bandit to have more time together

All I can say is I'm thinking of you, Bandit and Ben

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

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On Jun 4, 6:54 pm, "blkcatgal" wrote:
I am so sorry for your loss. It is never easy.....

Sue

"CatNipped" wrote in message

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Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

My beloved friend is gone. Dr. French came to our home so that Bandit
wouldn't know fear as her last experience on earth.

She had an easy passage to the bridge, she was so weak that I think the
intramuscular sedative was enough to send her on her way. When Dr. French
poked her thigh with the sedative needle she gave one last cougar-like
yowl and scared the **** out of the vet tech (Bandit's trademark, patented
July 8, 1990). After that it took about 5 minutes for the sedative to
start working (as I said, I think her breathing may have stopped, or
slowed so much I couldn't see her chest rise, at that point). Then Dr.
French gave her the medicine that released her from her pain and
infirmities.

We had a good weekend together, I got some last pictures of her, and I let
her roam around in the backyard smelling the world for the last time
(http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/Bandit_Last/). You can see how
weary she looked in the pictures taken today.

For the last two hours of her life I held her in my arms and petted her,
and told her all that she meant to me over the years.

I can't really relate any stories or memories now - it's still too raw.
Maybe in a week or so I'll redo her web page. In the meantime, this is
something I wrote for her a while back.

================================================== ===========

Looking into your eyes now, I don't see that sparkle of mischievousness
that used to make them glow with the joy of life and the exuberance of
youth. Instead there are spots there."Iris Pigmentation" the vet calls it,
normal for your age, something like liver spots in older people - yes, I'm
familiar with those. Your eyes are misted, cloudy with the years you've
lived. But those eyes still look at me with love and can still melt my
heart. The power of your eyes has not dimmed in the least.

Your fur is not as sleek and shiny now, you don't groom as much as when
you were a young and prideful girl - arthritis keeps you from bending as
easily as you once did. There are spots that are patchy and dry, places
where the hair is thinning (mine is thinning too, my love). Never mind, I
will brush your coat for you, tenderly smoothing those places that are now
hard for you to reach with your scratchy little tongue. My payment for all
the times that tongue lovingly dried the tears on my cheeks when life or
love was treating me badly.

Those legs, once powerful enough to leap to the highest perch, now tremble
a bit when you walk. My heart breaks when I see you eying a favorite
napping spot that you can no longer reach, and then quietly retreating to
a corner on the floor to rest. Be at ease my sweet, I will lift you to
wherever you want to go. I owe you that for all the times you lifted my
heart and made me laugh with your cavorting through the house in pursuit
of a fly! I will be there for you as you have always been for me. I can't
run and play as I did in my youth either, but we can sit together in front
of a fire to warm our tired old bones and reminisce about the time when we
thought we could conquer the world.

Your heart, once so strong and steady, now falters with age. Please,
please dear heart, keep beating. Defy the end and stay with me a little
longer. My own heart will break beyond repair when you are taken from me.
Your tiny heart has always been big enough to hold a whole universe full
of love, and generous enough to forgive me all my faults and stupid
mistakes. Yours is the only heart that has been ever steadfast and true,
unlike so many others that may have been bigger in physical size, but so
much smaller in the capacity to love and forgive. You have always accepted
me as I am and never faltered in your love and devotion to me. I will love
you to the end and beyond, I will never forget you after you have been
forced to leave me. My love will go beyond the grave and lift you to the
farthest star, my dear.

I will always remember the gift you gave me, the greatest gift imaginable,
the gift of your life, the gift of your love. I can never repay what you
have given me. I stand in awe of your devotion to such a frail and
fallible soul such as me. The times I ignored you (when someone not nearly
as deserving took my attention from you), the times I left you to fend for
yourself while I took care of more "important" business - oh how those
times now sear my soul with their loss. How I wish now I could recapture
those lost chances to be with you. I know that our time together is so
short now and each second with you is precious beyond belief. Please make
those moments stretch out long enough to assuage my need for your purrs,
your nose kisses, your love.

You no longer pounce through our home with your tail held high, but that
is as it should be. The time we do have left can better be spent cuddled
close, in peace, softly dreaming of what was and hopeful of what will be.

My dear heart, may I have the grace to appreciate what we have, and the
courage to face what will come. I know I can never match your indomitable
spirit, your dignity, and your acceptance of what life brings, so please
lend me your faith that life is good as it is and death will bring peace
and a well deserved rest for a friend who is the best friend I will ever
have.

================================================== ===========

--

Hugs,

CatNipped

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Lori,
I'm so sorry for Bandit's passing. She had a long life, thank you for
taking such good care of her. I'm glad the vet was able to come to
the house.

Theresa

"CatNipped" wrote:
Bandit Crews - April 8, 1990 to June 4, 2007

My beloved friend is gone. Dr. French came to our home so that Bandit
wouldn't know fear as her last experience on earth.


Hugs,

CatNipped

See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/


Lori,

My deepest condolences for your loss, it's so hard to lose them. Smokey will
greet her at the Rainbow Bridge. I'm glad you had a chance to say goodbye to
her. We didn't get that opportunity with Smokey. I miss him so much.

Huggs and purrs to you and Ben.

Randy

http://picasaweb.google.com/crmartin1

What a lovely tribute. I went home and gave my Tigger, who is getting up in
years, an extra cuddle.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

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I'm so sorry. She does look VERY tired in those pics. She had a good
long life with love. That counts. It doesn't make it easier, but it
counts.