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Ghost at my shoulder
I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on
here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there (Eagles, The Last Resort) |
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My first poodle, Willie always lay on the sofa next to me, just as close as
she could get and always on my left side. She died in 1983, and I can still feel her there next to me a lot of the time. What I find fascinating is none of the cats or dogs I've had since will sit in "her" spot. Jo "Norm" wrote in message ... I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there (Eagles, The Last Resort) |
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My first poodle, Willie always lay on the sofa next to me, just as close as
she could get and always on my left side. She died in 1983, and I can still feel her there next to me a lot of the time. What I find fascinating is none of the cats or dogs I've had since will sit in "her" spot. Jo "Norm" wrote in message ... I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there (Eagles, The Last Resort) |
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My first poodle, Willie always lay on the sofa next to me, just as close as
she could get and always on my left side. She died in 1983, and I can still feel her there next to me a lot of the time. What I find fascinating is none of the cats or dogs I've had since will sit in "her" spot. Jo "Norm" wrote in message ... I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- Can't wait to tell you all, what it's like up there (Eagles, The Last Resort) |
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I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on
here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. I can't tell you how often I "saw" Cherokee after he died. A glimpse out of the corner of my eye, in an old familliar spot...mostly sitting in front of the glass door. I don't know the answer. But I felt a real presence for a long, long time. It's gone now. The memories of course, are still very strong..I still think about that cat practically every day. Sherry |
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I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on
here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. I can't tell you how often I "saw" Cherokee after he died. A glimpse out of the corner of my eye, in an old familliar spot...mostly sitting in front of the glass door. I don't know the answer. But I felt a real presence for a long, long time. It's gone now. The memories of course, are still very strong..I still think about that cat practically every day. Sherry |
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I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on
here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. I can't tell you how often I "saw" Cherokee after he died. A glimpse out of the corner of my eye, in an old familliar spot...mostly sitting in front of the glass door. I don't know the answer. But I felt a real presence for a long, long time. It's gone now. The memories of course, are still very strong..I still think about that cat practically every day. Sherry |
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That's quite a tribute to a wonderful cat - gone but certainly not
forgotten. It's especially touching about the vet (who was definately not TED) who saved his life so long ago and gave him a second chance at a long and happy life, which he found with you. On Wed, 02 Jun 2004 18:31:53 -0400, Norm wrote: I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- 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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That's quite a tribute to a wonderful cat - gone but certainly not
forgotten. It's especially touching about the vet (who was definately not TED) who saved his life so long ago and gave him a second chance at a long and happy life, which he found with you. On Wed, 02 Jun 2004 18:31:53 -0400, Norm wrote: I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- 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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That's quite a tribute to a wonderful cat - gone but certainly not
forgotten. It's especially touching about the vet (who was definately not TED) who saved his life so long ago and gave him a second chance at a long and happy life, which he found with you. On Wed, 02 Jun 2004 18:31:53 -0400, Norm wrote: I keep feeling there's a cat on the shoulder of the chair I'm sitting on here at the computer, the feeling so strong I look more than once but no cat. The feeling doesn't leave. Then I remember Max; it is *his* spot, to sit on a chair arm or back while I read or type - Max is here with me, all is right. I keep on typing, warm and comfortable, remembering Dylans line, "Siamese cat on his shoulder". And, I wonder. When was it? I get my exercise logs and ... afternoon June 2nd, 2000. I took Max to the vet here in PA and the diagnosis was a large and fast-growing tumor. Max was too old and frail for an iffy operation. Max and I communed for another week til it was obvious it was time for the ultimate kindness. An aside here. It was March 2000 the Tampa vet saw Max, his appetite was poor and he was listless. There was no obvious cause and I don't remember we did for him but an amazing coincidence hapened. In March 1983 Max was given up to be put down but that vet, so long ago, went ahead with the urinary tract operation that his owners declined and then looked for an adopter - me of course. 17 years later, maybe even the anniversary date, he now lived to Minnesota but was visiting his former partner and she said, "Wait a minute, I have a surprise" and, lo, Max and I were reunited with his benefactor from so long ago. I feel a chill as I look at the log entry, I feel as though Max is telling me that he understands, that guilt for not realizing quicker, for making that dreaded decision, isn't right. Max is here and happy. I cry and remember that yesterday on my bike ride I'd seen a white lily by the roadside; it was plastic as it happens but it's still in the bike bag in the garage. I retrieve it and put it on Maxs cairn and thank him - for all those wonderful years and more. -- 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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