Requiem for Lord Amber (RB)

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.

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.

Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.

Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives
now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've
taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love
and joy of a cat.

b n mbjk

That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up
here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of
them.

Peace,

Baha

Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.

Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives
now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've
taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love
and joy of a cat.

b n mbjk

That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up
here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of
them.

Peace,

Baha

Blessed be, in your mourning time, and please have peace.

Life is energy and energy cannot be killed, only transformed. Amber lives
now in the place of eternal summer and is giving his love--the love you've
taught him--to someone who has gone beyond, who has never known the love
and joy of a cat.

b n mbjk

That's from my Roxie, who likes to play in the computer room when I'm up
here. We all wish you the best, and send condolences. and purrs. Lots of
them.

Peace,

Baha

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.
I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the
Rainbow Bridge.

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.
I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the
Rainbow Bridge.

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.
I will light a candle for Amber tonight for a safe passage to the
Rainbow Bridge.

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

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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

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