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A sad day here today.
Sending cyber hugs to ease your pain, and lighting a candle to guide him on his way over the RB On Sun, 15 Aug 2004 16:21:59 -0600, CATherine wrote: 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. -- 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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CATherine wrote:
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. A candle will be lit for Amber's safe journey to the RB. Grieve for him but remember all the happiness he gave you, too. Condolences from us. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we came, to the stars we return from now until the end of time. |
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CATherine wrote:
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. A candle will be lit for Amber's safe journey to the RB. Grieve for him but remember all the happiness he gave you, too. Condolences from us. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we came, to the stars we return from now until the end of time. |
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CATherine wrote:
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. A candle will be lit for Amber's safe journey to the RB. Grieve for him but remember all the happiness he gave you, too. Condolences from us. Jazz & his mama -- Irulan from the stars we came, to the stars we return from now until the end of time. |
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On Sun, 15 Aug, CATherine wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- 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. Oh CATherine, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. May Amber find a peaceful path to walk. Hugs! Regards, and Purrs for your broken heart, O J |
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On Sun, 15 Aug, CATherine wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- 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. Oh CATherine, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. May Amber find a peaceful path to walk. Hugs! Regards, and Purrs for your broken heart, O J |
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On Sun, 15 Aug, CATherine wrote:
---------------------snip---------------------- 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. Oh CATherine, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. May Amber find a peaceful path to walk. Hugs! Regards, and Purrs for your broken heart, O J |
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Please accept my condolences, CATherine; I'm so sorry for the loss of your
sweet kitty; purrs to accompany him to the Bridge and to help you heal. Christine "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 |
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Please accept my condolences, CATherine; I'm so sorry for the loss of your
sweet kitty; purrs to accompany him to the Bridge and to help you heal. Christine "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 |
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Please accept my condolences, CATherine; I'm so sorry for the loss of your
sweet kitty; purrs to accompany him to the Bridge and to help you heal. Christine "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 |
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