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In article , CATherine
wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I am so sorry. Skilled cat clowns are an elite; my Clifford (RB) was one. Hopefully Amber and Clifford will meet, and they will provide inspiration to Robin. Purrs from Mr. Clark, who is more intimate but less of a clown than Clifford, Rhonda, and Ding, who, some day, may convert his misadventures into elegant clowning. |
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In article , CATherine
wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I am so sorry. Skilled cat clowns are an elite; my Clifford (RB) was one. Hopefully Amber and Clifford will meet, and they will provide inspiration to Robin. Purrs from Mr. Clark, who is more intimate but less of a clown than Clifford, Rhonda, and Ding, who, some day, may convert his misadventures into elegant clowning. |
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Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.
Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love and joy of a cat. b n mbjk That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of them. Peace, Baha |
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Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.
Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love and joy of a cat. b n mbjk That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of them. Peace, Baha |
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Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.
Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love and joy of a cat. b n mbjk That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of them. Peace, Baha |
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On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I will miss the way Amber would climb on the arm of my chair to share my dinner. And the way he would thunder through the house and bounce up on the sink waiting for water to drip for him; usually as i was trying to fill my coffee pot. I will miss the way he would dart past me as I went towards the bedroom and he would swarm up the cat tree and flop half over the top perch at eye level with me to get scritches for being so cute. I will miss his sudden appearance as I open a can of tuna; he always wanted the water off it. And the juice off pork'n'beans. I will miss the way his long hair would float up and down as he sailed across the yard to my call. I will miss my alter ego. My Familiar. My Precious Boy. My Love. I have cried most of the day. Now I am done. I am empty. Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. ~~~ It was E-coli again. Two years ago, exactly, he almost died from it. The vet that saved his life is no longer with the clinic. The cow vet could not save him. The only thing I can think of that might be the cause is the constant hair in his gut providing a breeding ground for the germ, instead of shedding it with ordinary pooping. He would get hairballs up; and there would be hair in the poo. But it was a daily process of filling the gut with hair. His hair was so loosely rooted that it would come off so easily. Brushing did not help much. I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the Rainbow Bridge. |
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On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I will miss the way Amber would climb on the arm of my chair to share my dinner. And the way he would thunder through the house and bounce up on the sink waiting for water to drip for him; usually as i was trying to fill my coffee pot. I will miss the way he would dart past me as I went towards the bedroom and he would swarm up the cat tree and flop half over the top perch at eye level with me to get scritches for being so cute. I will miss his sudden appearance as I open a can of tuna; he always wanted the water off it. And the juice off pork'n'beans. I will miss the way his long hair would float up and down as he sailed across the yard to my call. I will miss my alter ego. My Familiar. My Precious Boy. My Love. I have cried most of the day. Now I am done. I am empty. Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. ~~~ It was E-coli again. Two years ago, exactly, he almost died from it. The vet that saved his life is no longer with the clinic. The cow vet could not save him. The only thing I can think of that might be the cause is the constant hair in his gut providing a breeding ground for the germ, instead of shedding it with ordinary pooping. He would get hairballs up; and there would be hair in the poo. But it was a daily process of filling the gut with hair. His hair was so loosely rooted that it would come off so easily. Brushing did not help much. I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the Rainbow Bridge. |
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On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I will miss the way Amber would climb on the arm of my chair to share my dinner. And the way he would thunder through the house and bounce up on the sink waiting for water to drip for him; usually as i was trying to fill my coffee pot. I will miss the way he would dart past me as I went towards the bedroom and he would swarm up the cat tree and flop half over the top perch at eye level with me to get scritches for being so cute. I will miss his sudden appearance as I open a can of tuna; he always wanted the water off it. And the juice off pork'n'beans. I will miss the way his long hair would float up and down as he sailed across the yard to my call. I will miss my alter ego. My Familiar. My Precious Boy. My Love. I have cried most of the day. Now I am done. I am empty. Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. ~~~ It was E-coli again. Two years ago, exactly, he almost died from it. The vet that saved his life is no longer with the clinic. The cow vet could not save him. The only thing I can think of that might be the cause is the constant hair in his gut providing a breeding ground for the germ, instead of shedding it with ordinary pooping. He would get hairballs up; and there would be hair in the poo. But it was a daily process of filling the gut with hair. His hair was so loosely rooted that it would come off so easily. Brushing did not help much. I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the Rainbow Bridge. |
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A sad day here today.
Sending cyber hugs to ease your pain, and lighting a candle to guide him on his way over the RB On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I will miss the way Amber would climb on the arm of my chair to share my dinner. And the way he would thunder through the house and bounce up on the sink waiting for water to drip for him; usually as i was trying to fill my coffee pot. I will miss the way he would dart past me as I went towards the bedroom and he would swarm up the cat tree and flop half over the top perch at eye level with me to get scritches for being so cute. I will miss his sudden appearance as I open a can of tuna; he always wanted the water off it. And the juice off pork'n'beans. I will miss the way his long hair would float up and down as he sailed across the yard to my call. I will miss my alter ego. My Familiar. My Precious Boy. My Love. I have cried most of the day. Now I am done. I am empty. Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. ~~~ It was E-coli again. Two years ago, exactly, he almost died from it. The vet that saved his life is no longer with the clinic. The cow vet could not save him. The only thing I can think of that might be the cause is the constant hair in his gut providing a breeding ground for the germ, instead of shedding it with ordinary pooping. He would get hairballs up; and there would be hair in the poo. But it was a daily process of filling the gut with hair. His hair was so loosely rooted that it would come off so easily. Brushing did not help much. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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A sad day here today.
Sending cyber hugs to ease your pain, and lighting a candle to guide him on his way over the RB On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine wrote: He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. He came to me as I was mourning my beloved Max (RB). Dear Amber brought laughter and love to my life. He had so much personality. He could be so charming and cute and innocent and, yet, imperious. He was the king of the household and ruled with a benevolent paw. But this last year he often let Robin take over. Training him? I think so. Amber was a clown; Robin is a clown. I will miss the way Amber would climb on the arm of my chair to share my dinner. And the way he would thunder through the house and bounce up on the sink waiting for water to drip for him; usually as i was trying to fill my coffee pot. I will miss the way he would dart past me as I went towards the bedroom and he would swarm up the cat tree and flop half over the top perch at eye level with me to get scritches for being so cute. I will miss his sudden appearance as I open a can of tuna; he always wanted the water off it. And the juice off pork'n'beans. I will miss the way his long hair would float up and down as he sailed across the yard to my call. I will miss my alter ego. My Familiar. My Precious Boy. My Love. I have cried most of the day. Now I am done. I am empty. Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. ~~~ It was E-coli again. Two years ago, exactly, he almost died from it. The vet that saved his life is no longer with the clinic. The cow vet could not save him. The only thing I can think of that might be the cause is the constant hair in his gut providing a breeding ground for the germ, instead of shedding it with ordinary pooping. He would get hairballs up; and there would be hair in the poo. But it was a daily process of filling the gut with hair. His hair was so loosely rooted that it would come off so easily. Brushing did not help much. -- Steve Touchstone, faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky [remove Junk for email] Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html |
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