A tribute to Domonic House of Batson

Thanks Fran. I was afraid it was too long to post but he really deserved it.
My husband I were reminiscing after I wrote this and he reminded me of quite
a few more wonderful and funny times. So actually.... it should have been
longer! I am sure most all of us could write at least a small book of all
the cats we knew, know and love!

Thank you too Punkins and Puddi Cat. I needed the headbutt. You know, that
was one of Dommie's favorite ways of showing his affection. He would have
loved to know you did what he could not.

Renée aka Anti Batty



Renée - Thank you for sharing this tribute to Dommie. It is obvious that
he was indeed a very special cat and will forever have a place in your
heart.

Fran

Aunti Renée, youze really luved Dommie and it shows in effury word. Hez
knewz that and hez patiently waiting for youze at the Bridge. Hez happy
and
healthy, weze really believes that.

Punkins & Puddi Cat
(offering headbutts of comfort)

(tribute lovingly snipped)

Batson wrote:

It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002
was
his last day here on Earth.


respeckfully snipt



I know these things should have been said after he passed on last
November
but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was
too
much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit
eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in
particular that I would pay anything for it not to be.

Renée (Dommie's Mommie)

and the current Batson Cats
Otis Spunkmeyer
Matilda Marie and
Simon Peter

Dis issa a lufly tribute to Dommie.

Spike (Dommie's purrday partner) & Stormy


Thank you Spike and Stormy and Meowmie M. We will always think of Spike on
April 15th as I know you think of Dommie then too.
Hope you are having fun at the ball and not partaking of too much nipwine!

Scritches to you both,
and thanks M!

Renée

sniffle sniffle Anti Renee, dat waz a bewtiful tribyewt tu Dommie.
Weez
kin see yu miss him alot.

DaRennieKidz


Thank you RennieKidz and Anti H. We all miss the ones that are gone on
before us. I remember how proud we were when you named your little Zoë
Underfoot the same name as our hoominkitten. I am sure you miss her as much
as we miss our Dommie.
I am so glad there are more kitties to go around to help heal the hurt. Our
newest Simon Peter has been so good to all of us. He even loves our grouchy
old Otis who doesn't like anyone but Paw (and his Cinni darlin of course!)
He truly takes loving care of us and is so tolerant with our 4 1/2 yr old
and 2 1/2 yr old who just *love* his long, bushy tail! I wish everyone could
have a cat like Simon. Never the less there will never be another
Dommie.....

Renée

Batson wrote:

It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was
his last day here on Earth.

-------------
Renee, some things hurt for a very long time....

Jeanne

"Batson" wrote:

Fangu Mietz. We miss him furry much and this November 30th will be a
difficult anniversary to celebrate. We still think of Omar and how he was
one of the first kitties who welcomed us to RPCC.....If you type in my name
on a search, you can find the poem that was written for him. It's in the
archives I think.

Renée

Wee dont haff to surrch, hee an sum ov da offur purrtissipants at da
Memorial gayf purrmisshun fur us to put dere speechis onna webpayj.
An wee did, an it's bin dere all dis time.
http://riddik.home.mindspring.com/Memorial.html

Wee will bee finkin ov yu an ov him onda 30ft. Annifurrsurrys can bee
furry, furry hard.

Mietze
--
Remove the first m to reply

Dommie will be long rememfured. He wuz a gud frend ana wun uv da grate catz.
Laura & Ralph
with Jabbit at a distance

Batson wrote:

It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002 was
his last day here on Earth.
8gentle snip of heartrending tribute8
I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November
but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was too
much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit
eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in
particular that I would pay anything for it not to be.

Renée (Dommie's Mommie)

and the current Batson Cats
Otis Spunkmeyer
Matilda Marie and
Simon Peter

You were a truly worthy catmom, Miss Violette
Batson wrote in message
news
It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002
was
his last day here on Earth.
He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our
church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was
going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband
(fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that
this
would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats
whom
*we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely
voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every
way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him
to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him
everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she
handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was
allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of
the
older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's
Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves
after that, the 4th being our final as his home.

When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds
which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years.
Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a
lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came)
and
loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at
and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved
him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I
guess
it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You
see,
after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23
months
apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved
him up to the end and still ask about him at times.

After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then
Licorice
aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed
to
mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster
kitties
also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a
mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying
out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters
for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got
out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat
has
ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and
that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he
made
me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have.
Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the
front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different.

Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious
newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and
Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink
named
Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo
went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely
place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other
in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing.
Through
their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's
Meowmie).
She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He
"christened"
her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans
together?!

Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was
discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested
itself
as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts
of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked
up
and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost
completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds
took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I
guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat,
insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came
and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he
wasn't
broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I
belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't.
Poor
little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no
wonder
since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell!

Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The
day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting
on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't
even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had
been
getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How
do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no
choice.
This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not
to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe
his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once
luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to
let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was
wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could
say
that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to
say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just
about killed me.

He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser
next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie
Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes,
just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother
Aunt
Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his
blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would
have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who
lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about
the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be
loved
and missed terribly.

I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November
but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was
too
much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit
eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in
particular that I would pay anything for it not to be.

Renée (Dommie's Mommie)

and the current Batson Cats
Otis Spunkmeyer
Matilda Marie and
Simon Peter

You were a truly worthy catmom, Miss Violette
Batson wrote in message
news
It has been almost a year since our sweet Dommie left us. Nov 30th 2002
was
his last day here on Earth.
He first came to us as a tiny kitten about 3 months old. Someone from our
church said her cat had had kittens and only one was left and that he was
going to the p*und if someone didn't adopt him. Well, since my husband
(fiancée at the time) had recently lost a black kitten, I figured that
this
would somehow make up for his loss. At this time we already had 2 cats
whom
*we* lived with; Big Boy (RB) a lovely Blue Point Siamese (with a lovely
voice) and Peepers (RB) a tabby-on-white who was a true cat's cat in every
way. At first hubby said 3 cats were too many and I even tried to give him
to the neighbor lady who lived downstairs! After coming to visit him
everyday, she finally said, "why don't you just take him home?" And she
handed him back to me! It wasn't long before I was in love and he was
allowed to stay. Dommie fit right in as being the "young tormentor" of
the
older cats. He soon grew to be called "DommieSon" and I was "Dommie's
Mommie". He was with us in our first apartment in 1983 then in the 3 moves
after that, the 4th being our final as his home.

When he was younger he loved to climb trees and had an affinity for birds
which was probably the worst thing he ever did in his whole 18 1/2 years.
Although he was the sweetest cat I ever had, he was never one to get on a
lap. He smurgled next to me in the bed for years (before the kids came)
and
loved to ride on my shoulder. One of his favorite things to do was bat at
and pretend to eat my long hair. Both my mom and hubby's mom always loved
him best and would lavish their attention on him when they visited. I
guess
it was as close to a grandson as they thought they would ever get. You
see,
after being infertile for 11 yrs, we were blessed with 2 children 23
months
apart. Dommie took this in stride as the sweet boy he was. Both kids loved
him up to the end and still ask about him at times.

After Dommie came Otis Spunkmeyer (wink-wink of Cinni Koster) then
Licorice
aka Licky (RB) Abigail (Abbie) (RB), then Matilda Marie. He never seemed
to
mind the others when they came and went. There were numerous foster
kitties
also and he was curious but tolerant of them. Way back in 1986 we took a
mini-vacation to see Expo '86 in Vancouver Catnada. Since we were staying
out in the country at the in-laws at the time, we had built in cat-sitters
for Dommie and Peep. I will never forget the day we came driving home, got
out of the car and here comes Dommie with the worst "cussing out" a cat
has
ever done to me about anything! You'd think we had left him for good and
that's about what he said as I looked into his kitty face. At least he
made
me feel loved..... always. He was the son I thought I would never have.
Always wondered what the neighbors thought as I called DommieSon out the
front door! Cats are family and no one will ever tell me different.

Then one day Meowmie was surfing and stumbled upon the most curious
newsgroup, the cats were actually speaking! What a novel idea! Dommie and
Abbie (RB) jumped right in. He even managed to get himself a wink-wink
named
Buddy Jo (RB) and get wed-winked! It was a bitter-sweet time as Buddy Jo
went to the Bridge the next day. They had some wonderful dates at a lovely
place near Mt. Hood called Ramona Falls. They were so suited to each other
in personality, he was a bit shy and she was a little spunky thing.
Through
their meeting I have met one of my best friends Sandy (Buddy Jo's
Meowmie).
She was able to meet him when she came for a visit in 1999. He
"christened"
her luggage!!! Naughty cat! Isn't it amazing how cats can bring humans
together?!

Well our sweet Dommie started losing his health about 2001. It was
discovered that he had extremely high blood pressure that manifested
itself
as cloudy looking eyes. I mistakenly thought this was the normal cataracts
of old age. Not so. I took him to TED about every 3 months to be checked
up
and not long after his initial diagnosis, he lost his hearing almost
completely. My poor baby was deaf and almost blind until the high BP meds
took effect. His hearing was gone from his age, 17 at the time, which I
guess is quite common. About 3 weeks before he left us, a stray cat,
insisted that this was his new home. A long haired, orange male tabby came
and demanded to be let in. I took him to TED to be fixed although he
wasn't
broken and he was officially a "rescue cat" with the cat rescue club I
belong to. I wish I could say he and Dommie got along but they didn't.
Poor
little Dommie hissed at everything he wasn't familiar with. It was no
wonder
since he couldn't see or hear but boy could he smell!

Although we did what we could, time and the illnesses took their toll. The
day before we made the final decision to take him to TED's, he was sitting
on the kitchen floor and just fell over. It broke my heart cause he didn't
even try to get up. I knew it was time, actually past time since I had
been
getting the advice that his quality of life was not what it should be. How
do you give up your baby? When they are taken from you, you have no
choice.
This was one of the hardest choices of my life. One thing I did choose not
to do was to take him to TED's. It was too much for me to see him breathe
his final breath. I wanted my last memory of him to be feeling of his once
luxuriant fur in my face, to hold him on my shoulder for the last time, to
let him try and "eat" my hair and to cry tears all over him until he was
wet. My husband took him in for me and said his goodbyes. I wish I could
say
that the end was peaceful but it wasn't. I won't go into details, only to
say that I made the right decision in not being there. It would have just
about killed me.

He's been gone now almost a year, his little box of ashes is on my dresser
next to Abbies, along with his collar and picture. On my bed is a Beanie
Buddy named Onyx. He is a large black Persian stuffed cat with gold eyes,
just like Dommies. Even though he wasn't full Persian, his Grandmother
Aunt
Jemima was. Dommie used to sleep with this cat although I doubt with his
blindness that he knew what it was. I knew that someday soon, all I would
have to hold would be the stuffed one. Onyx is now the "Dommie cat" who
lives on the bottom of the bed. It's good to hold him and reminisce about
the sweet little black boy kitty who stole my heart and will always be
loved
and missed terribly.

I know these things should have been said after he passed on last November
but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The grief was
too
much. Time has helped to heal some of the heartbreak so now it's a bit
eaiser. Too many kitties on the list this year for sure and one in
particular that I would pay anything for it not to be.

Renée (Dommie's Mommie)

and the current Batson Cats
Otis Spunkmeyer
Matilda Marie and
Simon Peter

sniff

We all miss Dommie.

Chip, Pepsi, Sierra Blue, Sapphire, Diamond, an Barney (an Anti Sandy)
In loving memory of:
Buddy Jo - October 1982 to December 30, 1998
Arizona - July 2, 1997 to March 11, 2000
Lemon - October 1995 to October 6, 2000
Tinsel Bean - October 1983 to August 17, 2002
http://members.aol.com/_ht_b/tinselbean/Home-index.html

sniff

We all miss Dommie.

Chip, Pepsi, Sierra Blue, Sapphire, Diamond, an Barney (an Anti Sandy)
In loving memory of:
Buddy Jo - October 1982 to December 30, 1998
Arizona - July 2, 1997 to March 11, 2000
Lemon - October 1995 to October 6, 2000
Tinsel Bean - October 1983 to August 17, 2002
http://members.aol.com/_ht_b/tinselbean/Home-index.html