RIP: Fred the cat

There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com )

I'm so sorry to hear about Fred's passing. From his picture on your blog
he looked like a lovely distinguished gentlecat. Purrs are on the way
for you and your wife and all who loved Fred.


c.n. wrote:

There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com )

On Jan 25, 5:22*am, Helen Wheels wrote:
I'm so sorry to hear about Fred's passing. From his picture on your blog
he looked like a lovely distinguished gentlecat. Purrs are on the way
for you and your wife and all who loved Fred.


(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com)

Thank you Helen. Speaking of others who loved him, all 3 of the young
ladies who worked as vet assistants in Fred's doctors office were
balling their eyes out too. Sharon would always come home after his
vet visits (he was diabetic, so he was in fairly often), going on and
on about how much the girls up there loved him. They would brag about
what a good patient he was (where he would make us wrap him up in a
towel to take a pill, until I figured out how to hide them in roast
beef or a very small pice of cheese). I figured that they felt that
way about all their patients, but when they got all tore up, I
realized how true what she had been telling me was.
regards, chuck

c.n. wrote:
There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com )
Purrs for you on your Freds passing. He was very distinguished and
obviously well loved...

--Eric, Kim and the Chigger Ranch Crew

c.n. wrote:
There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

I'm so sorry that you have lost such a good friend, I have lit a candle for
Fred.
http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/...?l=eng&gi=Fred
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy, Bagheera & Shadow)
Cats leave pawprints on your heart
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk

On 25 Jan., 12:03, "c.n." wrote:
There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. *The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. *Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! *We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. *Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. *To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visithttp://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com)

I am so sorry to hear about Fred`s passing away.
Here in Germany, when one has a strong buzzing in one ear,
people say that someone is strongly thinking at you.

Sending love and comforting purrs
Bettina

I have long since given up worrying about what people think about me and my
pets. I love them, when they go to the Bridge I miss them and sometimes cry
for them. People who don't get this are not usually the kind I want to be
around anyway. Sometimes I have to because they are family but, if they
weren't they wouldn't be my friend if they didn't understand this kind of
love. Purrrs for your hearts./
"Lucys Mom" wrote in message
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c.n. wrote:
There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com )
Purrs for you on your Freds passing. He was very distinguished and
obviously well loved...

--Eric, Kim and the Chigger Ranch Crew

c.n. wrote:
There's other lucky people (almost everyone on this list) who are like
me and my wife, who feel love for their pets as strong as any love
they've ever felt for any living thing. The joy that they bring is
unconditional, so maybe that is why it so hard when one of them
passes. Make no mistake, and other animal lovers will tell you the
same, it is as hard as loving a loved one--because they are (to us) a
loved one.

Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

He passed on, quite literally, in my wife's arms, with her head laid
upon his.

After spending the rest of the day and evening crying our eyes out, my
wife finally went to sleep--only to wake up a few hours later,
sobbing, telling me there was a buzzing in her ear. We chalked it up
to stress, and finally went back to sleep. Btw, she also said she'd
never woke up crying before, or had any sort of buzzing in her ear.

Tonight at work, without warning and between serving plates of ravioli
and chicken parm, it came to her--that buzzing was Fred's spirit
slipping out! We surmise that Fred slipped into her ear at the moment
he passed, and then slipped out once he was back home. Call us nuts,
it won't bother us at all...not as long as we know Fred's back here in
our midst. His plate will always remain there on the floor, right next
to Peeper's plate (Peeps is our other cat, who also misses his little
brother very much).

Anyway, my wife came home sobbing tonight, saying she had to tell me
what had come to her at work. We held each other, and agreed that yes,
that must be what happened. To try and make her feel better, because
she said people are going to think we're crazy, I wrote her a poem,
that she gave me permission to share--on the chance that someone else
may have the same thing happen to them one day--and they'll know they
aren't by themselves, or all that crazy.

Fred the cat.

Fred the cat,
had his own pillow,
above his mama's head.

All that lives,
will leave this plane,
and sadly so has Fred.

Off he went,
nestled in mama's arms,
her head gently on his.

Cried to sleep,
she was awakened,
by a buzzing in her ear.

It was Fred,
slipping gently out,
telling her that he's here.

Now she sleeps,
and Fred's right there,
curled up above her head.

C. Nevitt ~ 2009

(p.s. if you want to see a pic of Fred, visit
http://thebluesandthensome.blogspot.com )


"....Rise up slowly, Angel...." It's hard to let you go.
Purrs for those who mourn. MLB

On Jan 25, 3:03*am, "c.n." wrote:


Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...

So sad to hear this- a very beautiful; cat and I loved the poem!


Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

c.n. wrote:


Our baby (if you can call a 14 yr old a baby), Fred the cat (or
Freddy, as we called him, after another cool cat, the late bluesman
Freddy King), came down with cancer and we had to have him put to
sleep a few days ago...and to say that there has been some serious
grieving going on around here is an understatement.

I'm very sorry for your loss. He was a very handsome gentlecat. Of
course you are grieving, you lost a family member and best friend of
many years. Never mind anyone who doesn't understand that, it just means
they have never been so lucky to experience that bond.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban.
In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.