Requiem for Lord Amber (RB)

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.

--
CATherine

I am sorry for your loss. A candle is lit for Amber's safe journey to
the RB. Purrs and prayers for you.

Bob
--
Takeoff is an option.
Landing is a must!


And in the end on wheels we will depend.

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.

--
CATherine

I am sorry for your loss. A candle is lit for Amber's safe journey to
the RB. Purrs and prayers for you.

Bob
--
Takeoff is an option.
Landing is a must!


And in the end on wheels we will depend.

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.

--
CATherine

I am sorry for your loss. A candle is lit for Amber's safe journey to
the RB. Purrs and prayers for you.

Bob
--
Takeoff is an option.
Landing is a must!


And in the end on wheels we will depend.

On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
yodeled:

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.

(snip)

Oh dear, oh dear. So many friends leaving. Healing purrs for your
grief.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
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On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
yodeled:

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.

(snip)

Oh dear, oh dear. So many friends leaving. Healing purrs for your
grief.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine
yodeled:

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.

(snip)

Oh dear, oh dear. So many friends leaving. Healing purrs for your
grief.

Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

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.

--
CATherine

Oh, no {{{{CATherine}}}} I am so very sorry. My heart goes out to
you; I know how dearly you loved Amber.

Sending Amber sweet trilling purrs on his Journey to the Bridge, and
purrs for your eventual healing.

Amber will always be remembered by me, and by all of rpca.

Ginger-lyn

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.

--
CATherine

Oh, no {{{{CATherine}}}} I am so very sorry. My heart goes out to
you; I know how dearly you loved Amber.

Sending Amber sweet trilling purrs on his Journey to the Bridge, and
purrs for your eventual healing.

Amber will always be remembered by me, and by all of rpca.

Ginger-lyn

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.

--
CATherine

Oh, no {{{{CATherine}}}} I am so very sorry. My heart goes out to
you; I know how dearly you loved Amber.

Sending Amber sweet trilling purrs on his Journey to the Bridge, and
purrs for your eventual healing.

Amber will always be remembered by me, and by all of rpca.

Ginger-lyn

CATherine wrote:

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.

--
CATherine


Catherine,

I am so very sorry that Amber has had to make the journey to the Bridge.
Hobbes and the girls send purrs and gentle headbutts to you and I send
hugs and sympathy. Amber will wait for you at the Bridge, enjoying the
sun and the meadow full of butterflies and other cats with whom to play.
May your grief soon be replaced with the happier memories of the time
you spent with Amber.

Purrs and hugs,
Julie, Hobbes, Selena and Lacey