Francis

In article , "wafflycat" wrote:
Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me

I'll add my sympathies to those of the others. What a lovely tribute.

I'm sorry to read of your loss.

Art

"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message
...
Purrs for your broken heart.

Francis has been added to the Calling of the Names at the Jellicle Ball
over on RPCC.

Debby

Thanks, Debby, I spotted that caring thing you did.

Some photos of my lovely boy


http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...hopeful001.jpg
Francis in what I called his 'ever hopeful' pose. The birds were not fooled
by his most excellent camoflage...

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s141012001.jpg
Francis on 14th of this month. It's how I will remember him.

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...90712001-1.jpg
Having a stretch of the legs on waking up

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...090712009a.jpg
asleep on the sofa

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s070412002.jpg
Francis & Waffles

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...t/P3270065.jpg
Francis looking darned handsome in better days

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...epaw271211.jpg
Talk to the paw

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...gVernon001.jpg
Francis helping Paw at work...

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s002170409.jpg
I'd created a little border for veggies & had weed suppressant fabric over
it. That fabric, being black, warmed up nicely in the sun. Francis made sure
a bit of heat was never wasted.

Best, helen s

"wafflycat" wrote:
Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his
favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the wind
in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently, lively,
fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the garden. He
loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found curled up asleep
in the straw of the hen house.



In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.



Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,
wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and
crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be a
source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.



The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet
and he graced our lives for many happy years.



Francis will never be forgotten.



helen s

http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/...l=eng&gi=Frncs
--
Adrian

"wafflycat" wrote in message
...
Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his
favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the
wind in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently,
lively, fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the
garden. He loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found
curled up asleep in the straw of the hen house.



In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.



Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,
wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and
crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be
a source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.



The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet
and he graced our lives for many happy years.



Francis will never be forgotten.


I'm so sorry to hear that Francis is now gone. I remember some years ago
that a young vet advised he be put down and how we all rose up against that.
You were so furious that I had to calm you down a little!
I'm glad you had so many more years.

Tweed

"wafflycat" wrote:
http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s141012001.jpg
Francis on 14th of this month. It's how I will remember him.

That's a beautiful, dignified picture. Sweet old guy.

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wafflycat wrote:

Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of his
favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and the wind
in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very recently, lively,
fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way into the garden. He
loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes be found curled up asleep
in the straw of the hen house.

I saved a photo you took of him sometime in the last couple of years. He
was lying on a chair in the sun. That is how I'll remember him. He was a
beautiful cat and he clearly loved relaxing by the hens.

In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.

Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own years,
wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching nooks and
crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this hoomin could be a
source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet last night.

Poor Waffles. She's been through her tough times, too. Lucky her that
you were there to comfort her. (And vice versa, I'll bet.)

The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever meet
and he graced our lives for many happy years.

Francis will never be forgotten.

Nope! In addition to the picture you posted of him in the garden (among
many), I'll also remember his reaction the first time he saw a hen lay an
egg. Hee hee... those strange creatures fascinated him, didn't they?

I'm so sorry he's gone. But I'm glad he got to have a long life and you
got to share it with him.

--
Joyce

May the great galactic kitten always purr you to sleep.

On Wed, 31 Oct 2012 08:55:20 +0000, wafflycat wrote:

Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of
his favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and
the wind in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very
recently, lively, fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way
into the garden. He loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes
be found curled up asleep in the straw of the hen house.



In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had dementia
creeping in.



Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own
years, wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching
nooks and crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this
hoomin could be a source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet
last night.



The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to spend
part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That little
abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months to get to
full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you could ever
meet and he graced our lives for many happy years.



Francis will never be forgotten.



helen s

Rise up slowly, Angel It's hard to let you go. MLB

wafflycat wrote:

"Debby Hanoka" wrote in message
...
Purrs for your broken heart.

Francis has been added to the Calling of the Names at the Jellicle Ball
over on RPCC.

Debby

Thanks, Debby, I spotted that caring thing you did.

Some photos of my lovely boy


http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...hopeful001.jpg
Francis in what I called his 'ever hopeful' pose. The birds were not fooled
by his most excellent camoflage...

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s141012001.jpg
Francis on 14th of this month. It's how I will remember him.

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...90712001-1.jpg
Having a stretch of the legs on waking up

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...090712009a.jpg
asleep on the sofa

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s070412002.jpg
Francis & Waffles

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...t/P3270065.jpg
Francis looking darned handsome in better days

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...epaw271211.jpg
Talk to the paw

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...gVernon001.jpg
Francis helping Paw at work...

http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e2...s002170409.jpg
I'd created a little border for veggies & had weed suppressant fabric over
it. That fabric, being black, warmed up nicely in the sun. Francis made sure
a bit of heat was never wasted.

He was a gorgeous boy! Great pictures.

--
Joyce

Beauty and music seduce us first; later, ashamed of our own
sensuality, we insist on meaning. -- Clive Barker

On Wed, 31 Oct 2012 08:55:20 -0000, "wafflycat"
wrote:



Francis will never be forgotten.



helen s


A belated sorry. I've been dealing with Hurricane Sandy so just got to
read this. It seems like we really must treasure each day with our
cats. They will, one day, be gone. Its almost two months since Espy
died and I still look around at his favorite spots. I know he won't be
there. I'm sure you feel the same about Francis.

On Wed, 31 Oct 2012 11:37:43 -0400, Matthew wrote:

I am so sorry Helen "wafflycat" wrote in
message ...
Francis, my lovely, lovely boy is no longer with me. He died in my arms
yesterday, out in the garden, on a sunny day, beneath the branches of
his favourite willow tree. He was able to feel the sun on his face and
the wind in his whiskers one last time. He was 16 and until very
recently, lively, fun, and still hunting any rodent that made its way
into the garden. He loved his hens (we have three) and could sometimes
be found curled up asleep in the straw of the hen house.



In the end, it was kidney disease that got him, and he also had
dementia creeping in.



Waffles misses him too. The Mighty Huntress of eighteen of her own
years, wandered around the house last night, calling out, searching
nooks and crannies for her boy. After a while she decided that this
hoomin could be a source of cuddles and she stuck to me like a limpet
last night.



The hoominz of Chateau Wafflycat are grateful to have been able to
spend part of their lives with the joy in life that was Francis. That
little abused stray kitten we took in years ago, who took many months
to get to full health, turned into the sweetest, friendliest cat you
could ever meet and he graced our lives for many happy years.



Francis will never be forgotten.



helen s


"....Rise up slowly, Angel...."
It's hard to let you go.
Heartfelt condolences tothose who mourn. MLB