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Requiem for Lord Amber (RB)
"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. snip loving remembrances Oh CATherine, not you too!! I am SO, so sorry. Please try to take comfort in the fact that you gave him the life he would have most wished for. Healing purrs are headed your way and now I'll be lighting two candles to guide Amber and Fireball on their journey to the bridge. -- 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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"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. snip loving remembrances Oh CATherine, not you too!! I am SO, so sorry. Please try to take comfort in the fact that you gave him the life he would have most wished for. Healing purrs are headed your way and now I'll be lighting two candles to guide Amber and Fireball on their journey to the bridge. -- 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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"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. snip loving remembrances Oh CATherine, not you too!! I am SO, so sorry. Please try to take comfort in the fact that you gave him the life he would have most wished for. Healing purrs are headed your way and now I'll be lighting two candles to guide Amber and Fireball on their journey to the bridge. -- 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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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", CATherine
artfully composed this message within on 15 Aug 2004: Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. Oh no CATherine. I'm so sorry for your loss and your tears. I can feel your pain as much as when I lost my Shadow. He was much loved and isn't suffering at the bridge. -- Cheryl with Shamrock and Bonnie sending purrs for Amber and his surviving kitty friends. |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", CATherine
artfully composed this message within on 15 Aug 2004: Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. Oh no CATherine. I'm so sorry for your loss and your tears. I can feel your pain as much as when I lost my Shadow. He was much loved and isn't suffering at the bridge. -- Cheryl with Shamrock and Bonnie sending purrs for Amber and his surviving kitty friends. |
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In the fine newsgroup "rec.pets.cats.anecdotes", CATherine
artfully composed this message within on 15 Aug 2004: Please, my friends, remember Amber and pray for his soul as he journeys to the Bridge. Oh no CATherine. I'm so sorry for your loss and your tears. I can feel your pain as much as when I lost my Shadow. He was much loved and isn't suffering at the bridge. -- Cheryl with Shamrock and Bonnie sending purrs for Amber and his surviving kitty friends. |
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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. 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. Sorry to hear of your loss, a candle is lit for him and you. Once, my Max served the same role after my Siamese died as Lord Amber did for you, and I mourn him still. -- "The dog up and died. Up and died. After twenty years he still grieves". from Mr Bojangles |
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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. 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. Sorry to hear of your loss, a candle is lit for him and you. Once, my Max served the same role after my Siamese died as Lord Amber did for you, and I mourn him still. -- "The dog up and died. Up and died. After twenty years he still grieves". from Mr Bojangles |
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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. 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. Sorry to hear of your loss, a candle is lit for him and you. Once, my Max served the same role after my Siamese died as Lord Amber did for you, and I mourn him still. -- "The dog up and died. Up and died. After twenty years he still grieves". from Mr Bojangles |
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In article , 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 am so sorry. Skilled cat clowns are an elite; my Clifford (RB) was one. Hopefully Amber and Clifford will meet, and they will provide inspiration to Robin. Purrs from Mr. Clark, who is more intimate but less of a clown than Clifford, Rhonda, and Ding, who, some day, may convert his misadventures into elegant clowning. |
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