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A tribute to Domonic House of Batson
It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was
his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter |
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"Batson" wrote:
snippt wiff reeluktans, caws it's a grayt tribyoot to a speshul starkitty I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter Auntee Renée, fangu somuch fur dis wunnerful tribyoot. Wee reememfur Domonic (an Abby, too), an always liked him furrymuch. Hee gayf a speech (I fink it mite haff bin his furrst wun, hee wus so shy an sweet innit) at a Memorial fur wun ov mine clowder memfurs, an mymom luffd him fur dat. Wee no dat dere is no eezy way fur a kitty to leeef, not fur da hoomins, an dat maykin da deesishun dat it's time is just bowt da hardisst fing fur a hoomin to do. But yu did rite by Dommie, boff in his life an in his passin, an nokitty can hope fur bettur. Wee miss yu, Domonic, but wee no yu'ze healffy an happy and will wayt payshintly at da Bridge. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply |
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we are so glad you could finally write a warm and loving tribute to
Domonic. He shared so much of your life, it is obvious that he will remain a part of you. P.S. I'm sure BigBoy had a lovely Siamese voice. We all do. Shaina. Batson" wrote in message ... It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter |
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Thank you, Renee, for this lovely tribute to Domonic. He was a special cat,
no doubt about it. Beverly "Carol" wrote in message om... we are so glad you could finally write a warm and loving tribute to Domonic. He shared so much of your life, it is obvious that he will remain a part of you. P.S. I'm sure BigBoy had a lovely Siamese voice. We all do. Shaina. Batson" wrote in message ... It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter |
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Renée - Thank you for sharing this tribute to Dommie. It is obvious that
he was indeed a very special cat and will forever have a place in your heart. Fran Aunti Renée, youze really luved Dommie and it shows in effury word. Hez knewz that and hez patiently waiting for youze at the Bridge. Hez happy and healthy, weze really believes that. Punkins & Puddi Cat (offering headbutts of comfort) (tribute lovingly snipped) |
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Batson wrote: It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. respeckfully snipt I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter Dis issa a lufly tribute to Dommie. Spike (Dommie's purrday partner) & Stormy |
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"Batson" wrote in message news It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter sniffle sniffle Anti Renee, dat waz a bewtiful tribyewt tu Dommie. Weez kin see yu miss him alot. DaRennieKidz |
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snippt wiff reeluktans, caws it's a grayt tribyoot to a speshul
starkitty I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter Auntee Renée, fangu somuch fur dis wunnerful tribyoot. Wee reememfur Domonic (an Abby, too), an always liked him furrymuch. Hee gayf a speech (I fink it mite haff bin his furrst wun, hee wus so shy an sweet innit) at a Memorial fur wun ov mine clowder memfurs, an mymom luffd him fur dat. Wee no dat dere is no eezy way fur a kitty to leeef, not fur da hoomins, an dat maykin da deesishun dat it's time is just bowt da hardisst fing fur a hoomin to do. But yu did rite by Dommie, boff in his life an in his passin, an nokitty can hope fur bettur. Wee miss yu, Domonic, but wee no yu'ze healffy an happy and will wayt payshintly at da Bridge. Mietze -- Remove the first m to reply Fangu Mietz. We miss him furry much and this November 30th will be a difficult anniversary to celebrate. We still think of Omar and how he was one of the first kitties who welcomed us to RPCC.....If you type in my name on a search, you can find the poem that was written for him. It's in the archives I think. Renée |
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Well I wish it hadn't taken so long but I feel that this gave me the
opportunity to do what I should have done last November. He is still a big part of me and I know it sounds strange but having that big, black stuffed cat that just "sleeps" on the bed make me not miss him quite so much. Of course Siamese have thee most lovely voices. I always enjoy hearing the choir sing! Renée " we are so glad you could finally write a warm and loving tribute to Domonic. He shared so much of your life, it is obvious that he will remain a part of you. P.S. I'm sure BigBoy had a lovely Siamese voice. We all do. Shaina. It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter |
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Thank you Bev, he was furry special just as Siggy was. We still think of him
and miss his posts. Samantha is doing a great job considering the big paws she had to fill! Renée ( so glad she has LOTS of pictures of my DommieSon) " Thank you, Renee, for this lovely tribute to Domonic. He was a special cat, no doubt about it. Beverly we are so glad you could finally write a warm and loving tribute to Domonic. He shared so much of your life, it is obvious that he will remain a part of you. P.S. I'm sure BigBoy had a lovely Siamese voice. We all do. Shaina. It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was his last day here on Earth. He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband (fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that this would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats whom *we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of the older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves after that, the 4th being our final as his home. When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years. Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came) and loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I guess it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You see, after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23 months apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved him up to the end and still ask about him at times. After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then Licorice aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed to mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster kitties also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat has ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he made me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have. Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different. Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink named Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing. Through their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's Meowmie). She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He "christened" her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans together?! Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested itself as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked up and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat, insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he wasn't broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't. Poor little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no wonder since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell! Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had been getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no choice. This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could say that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just about killed me. He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes, just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother Aunt Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be loved and missed terribly. I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in particular that I would pay anything for it not to be. Renée (Dommie's Mommie) and the current Batson Cats Otis Spunkmeyer Matilda Marie and Simon Peter |
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