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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 |
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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 |
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I'm so very sorry to hear that, CATherine! What a lovely tribute!
Lots of comforting hugs and purrs, -- Polonca & Soncek "CATherine" wrote in message ... He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. snip |
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I'm so very sorry to hear that, CATherine! What a lovely tribute!
Lots of comforting hugs and purrs, -- Polonca & Soncek "CATherine" wrote in message ... He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. snip |
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I'm so very sorry to hear that, CATherine! What a lovely tribute!
Lots of comforting hugs and purrs, -- Polonca & Soncek "CATherine" wrote in message ... He was only 11 and a half years old; I loved him for 10 and a half years. snip |
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"CATherine" wrote in message
... 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 Many condolences for your loss. Candle lit for Amber's safe passage to the Bridge and many purrs and prayers of comfort for you. Sam |
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"CATherine" wrote in message
... 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 Many condolences for your loss. Candle lit for Amber's safe passage to the Bridge and many purrs and prayers of comfort for you. Sam |
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"CATherine" wrote in message
... 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 Many condolences for your loss. Candle lit for Amber's safe passage to the Bridge and many purrs and prayers of comfort for you. Sam |
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{{{{{{{CATherine}}}}}}}} I will light a candle for Amber. I'm crying
again now, so many beloved cats have passed over lately. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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{{{{{{{CATherine}}}}}}}} I will light a candle for Amber. I'm crying
again now, so many beloved cats have passed over lately. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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