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On Sat, 14 Aug 2004 12:56:59 +0800, Helen Wheels
wrote: Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. It is, indeed, sad news. I'm sitting here crying *with* you. You have our deepest, heartfelt sympathy. You wrote a wonderful tribute to a very special kitty; the love you had for each other shines through in a beautiful way. Hugs and purrs. Jeanne |
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On Sat, 14 Aug 2004 12:56:59 +0800, Helen Wheels
wrote: Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. It is, indeed, sad news. I'm sitting here crying *with* you. You have our deepest, heartfelt sympathy. You wrote a wonderful tribute to a very special kitty; the love you had for each other shines through in a beautiful way. Hugs and purrs. Jeanne |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message ... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. ... I'll remember him lying in the sun in the backyard, sprawled out with a big grin on his face. His front legs would be stretched right out so that he could get every last possible square inch of golden fur in the sun. Peace, Simon - may you always find your patch of sun. Helen, Peace to you, too. Hang onto those precious memories and take comfort from them. I'm sure Simon has found that special space in the sun. Annie |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message ... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. ... I'll remember him lying in the sun in the backyard, sprawled out with a big grin on his face. His front legs would be stretched right out so that he could get every last possible square inch of golden fur in the sun. Peace, Simon - may you always find your patch of sun. Helen, Peace to you, too. Hang onto those precious memories and take comfort from them. I'm sure Simon has found that special space in the sun. Annie |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message ... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. ... I'll remember him lying in the sun in the backyard, sprawled out with a big grin on his face. His front legs would be stretched right out so that he could get every last possible square inch of golden fur in the sun. Peace, Simon - may you always find your patch of sun. Helen, Peace to you, too. Hang onto those precious memories and take comfort from them. I'm sure Simon has found that special space in the sun. Annie |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message
... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. Helen, I'm so sorry for your loss. Healing purrs for your broken heart are headed your way. Hugs, CatNipped CatMom to: Bandit, (a.k.a. "Bitch Cat From Hell"), 14, DLH Tabby Demi, (a.k.a. "Ghost Cat"), 5, DLH Pure White Beauty Jessie, (a.k.a. "Jet Ski"), 4, DSH Tortoiseshell Samantha / Sammy, (a.k.a. "Mini Me"), 4 months, DLH Tabby http://www.gcmensa.org/Cats.html (Jessie, Demi, Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy/ (Sammy and Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy2/ (All my fur babies) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy3/ (Sammy and Jessie) |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message
... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. Helen, I'm so sorry for your loss. Healing purrs for your broken heart are headed your way. Hugs, CatNipped CatMom to: Bandit, (a.k.a. "Bitch Cat From Hell"), 14, DLH Tabby Demi, (a.k.a. "Ghost Cat"), 5, DLH Pure White Beauty Jessie, (a.k.a. "Jet Ski"), 4, DSH Tortoiseshell Samantha / Sammy, (a.k.a. "Mini Me"), 4 months, DLH Tabby http://www.gcmensa.org/Cats.html (Jessie, Demi, Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy/ (Sammy and Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy2/ (All my fur babies) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy3/ (Sammy and Jessie) |
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"Helen Wheels" wrote in message
... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. Helen, I'm so sorry for your loss. Healing purrs for your broken heart are headed your way. Hugs, CatNipped CatMom to: Bandit, (a.k.a. "Bitch Cat From Hell"), 14, DLH Tabby Demi, (a.k.a. "Ghost Cat"), 5, DLH Pure White Beauty Jessie, (a.k.a. "Jet Ski"), 4, DSH Tortoiseshell Samantha / Sammy, (a.k.a. "Mini Me"), 4 months, DLH Tabby http://www.gcmensa.org/Cats.html (Jessie, Demi, Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy/ (Sammy and Bandit) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy2/ (All my fur babies) http://www.gcmensa.org/Sammy3/ (Sammy and Jessie) |
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Oh Helen, I'm so sorry. I am feeling this especially badly because I just
met him and he truly was a magnificent cat. It is great that he lived to be 21 years old and still had such a good quality of life until the very end. How wonderful that all his fur-sibs gathered around and meatloafed for him and that he got to make the trip to the RB with you and in front of the fire. Hugs and purrs and tears, -- Britta Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album "Helen Wheels" wrote in message ... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. My other 4 cats are visibly upset, and I'm devastated. He'd become very frail and we all knew he would be going soon, but that doesn't make it any easier. Simon had already reached the ripe old age of 17 when he came to live with me and my furry bunch. His first family were moving away from Australia permanently, and while they were very upset at the thought of leaving Simon here, they just felt that the long trip would have been too much stress for the old fellow and that letting him stay in a loving home here in Australia would be the kindest thing for him. So, four years ago this amazing cat moved into my house and began walking all over me. I loved it. At the time I had two 10-year old cats who hung out together, and two 4-year olds who did likewise. Simon had always been an only cat before, but he took the youngsters in his stride and soon decided he wanted a sidekick too and I should be it. He was rarely far from me. He'd sit on my lap while I watched telly; if I was out gardening, he'd be sitting within a couple of yards. It took a while to persuade him to sleep on the bed with me and the rest of the cats; I'd pick him up and put him on the bed every night for the first two months, but he'd jump right off, preferring to sleep on his old blanket instead. But one night, I was just nodding off to sleep when I heard a little "plop" sound on the bed next to me, and there was Simon curled up in the spot that became his from then on. When Simon stopped eating about 2 years ago, the vet diagnosed renal failure and recommended what were then quite new tablets (ACE-inhibitors). Simon was soon hoovering down his tuna again, and I'm certain the medications not only lengthened his life, but more importantly improved his quality of life tremendously. He was able to eat and drink on his own right up until the last couple of days. Although he got more physically frail as time progressed, he got better and better at giving orders and would let me know loudly when it was time to lift him up onto the sofa or bed. Only in this last couple of weeks did he start to find it really difficult to get around. He had no pain, but had little strength in his back legs and would lose his balance. I've been off work this last week so was able to help him when he needed to get up for food or drink. When I woke up yesterday morning, Simon couldn't get up off the bed, and the other cats were all meatloafing around him purring loudly. I knew it would be his last day. I felt he wanted to spend it at home with his friends around, so I wrapped him in a blanket and took him into the lounge in front of the fire where I sat and he lay for most of the day. He retched a couple of times, and I cleaned his mouth and gave him water through an eye dropper, but otherwise seemed to be comfortable. He slipped away so quietly that I barely noticed. I'll remember him lying in the sun in the backyard, sprawled out with a big grin on his face. His front legs would be stretched right out so that he could get every last possible square inch of golden fur in the sun. Peace, Simon - may you always find your patch of sun. |
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Oh Helen, I'm so sorry. I am feeling this especially badly because I just
met him and he truly was a magnificent cat. It is great that he lived to be 21 years old and still had such a good quality of life until the very end. How wonderful that all his fur-sibs gathered around and meatloafed for him and that he got to make the trip to the RB with you and in front of the fire. Hugs and purrs and tears, -- Britta Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's covered in fur! Check out pictures of Vino at: http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album "Helen Wheels" wrote in message ... Sad news here. My brave, beautiful 21 year old ginger moggy Simon lost his battle with chronic renal failure yesterday and went to the bridge. My other 4 cats are visibly upset, and I'm devastated. He'd become very frail and we all knew he would be going soon, but that doesn't make it any easier. Simon had already reached the ripe old age of 17 when he came to live with me and my furry bunch. His first family were moving away from Australia permanently, and while they were very upset at the thought of leaving Simon here, they just felt that the long trip would have been too much stress for the old fellow and that letting him stay in a loving home here in Australia would be the kindest thing for him. So, four years ago this amazing cat moved into my house and began walking all over me. I loved it. At the time I had two 10-year old cats who hung out together, and two 4-year olds who did likewise. Simon had always been an only cat before, but he took the youngsters in his stride and soon decided he wanted a sidekick too and I should be it. He was rarely far from me. He'd sit on my lap while I watched telly; if I was out gardening, he'd be sitting within a couple of yards. It took a while to persuade him to sleep on the bed with me and the rest of the cats; I'd pick him up and put him on the bed every night for the first two months, but he'd jump right off, preferring to sleep on his old blanket instead. But one night, I was just nodding off to sleep when I heard a little "plop" sound on the bed next to me, and there was Simon curled up in the spot that became his from then on. When Simon stopped eating about 2 years ago, the vet diagnosed renal failure and recommended what were then quite new tablets (ACE-inhibitors). Simon was soon hoovering down his tuna again, and I'm certain the medications not only lengthened his life, but more importantly improved his quality of life tremendously. He was able to eat and drink on his own right up until the last couple of days. Although he got more physically frail as time progressed, he got better and better at giving orders and would let me know loudly when it was time to lift him up onto the sofa or bed. Only in this last couple of weeks did he start to find it really difficult to get around. He had no pain, but had little strength in his back legs and would lose his balance. I've been off work this last week so was able to help him when he needed to get up for food or drink. When I woke up yesterday morning, Simon couldn't get up off the bed, and the other cats were all meatloafing around him purring loudly. I knew it would be his last day. I felt he wanted to spend it at home with his friends around, so I wrapped him in a blanket and took him into the lounge in front of the fire where I sat and he lay for most of the day. He retched a couple of times, and I cleaned his mouth and gave him water through an eye dropper, but otherwise seemed to be comfortable. He slipped away so quietly that I barely noticed. I'll remember him lying in the sun in the backyard, sprawled out with a big grin on his face. His front legs would be stretched right out so that he could get every last possible square inch of golden fur in the sun. Peace, Simon - may you always find your patch of sun. |
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