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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my
car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. For the last four years of his life he lived with my son in a two bedroom upstairs suite with his dear friend, a big fluffy Humane Society rescue named Trixie. He remained king of the neigbourhood, the last of our cats who ever went and roamed outside, although towards the end he never left the yard. About six months it was obvious he was in decline. First, he lost his front upper fang. Then he was no longer winning fights in his yard so that stranger were spraying his doorstep and he stopped going outdoors. He began losing weight and his thick glossy fur lost its luster. Last month he slowly became irritable and withdrawn and began holding his left ear at a funny angle and his neck out in an awkward way. This week he started having accidents. His ability to control his bladder had never been great, but suddenly he was spraying and dribbling everywhere. The vet said dear Schnookie had developed a growth, most likely a lymphoma type cancer, in his neck with tentacles extending up into his ear and down into his chest and back, and likely into other places and the wetting problem was related to a direct metastasis or a way of showing his pain. Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
What a lovely story. I am so sorry for your loss. He was a dear friend.
Gail wrote in message oups.com... Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. For the last four years of his life he lived with my son in a two bedroom upstairs suite with his dear friend, a big fluffy Humane Society rescue named Trixie. He remained king of the neigbourhood, the last of our cats who ever went and roamed outside, although towards the end he never left the yard. About six months it was obvious he was in decline. First, he lost his front upper fang. Then he was no longer winning fights in his yard so that stranger were spraying his doorstep and he stopped going outdoors. He began losing weight and his thick glossy fur lost its luster. Last month he slowly became irritable and withdrawn and began holding his left ear at a funny angle and his neck out in an awkward way. This week he started having accidents. His ability to control his bladder had never been great, but suddenly he was spraying and dribbling everywhere. The vet said dear Schnookie had developed a growth, most likely a lymphoma type cancer, in his neck with tentacles extending up into his ear and down into his chest and back, and likely into other places and the wetting problem was related to a direct metastasis or a way of showing his pain. Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
wrote See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friendsthere ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. He sounds like a really wonderful cat. I'm so sorry for your loss. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
Seems like you two brought so much to each others..
I'm sorry you lost Schnookie, I've been there I know how it hurts. I can't help thinking that he was so lucky to have found you and so were you ! -- Will~ "... so that's how liberty ends, in a round of applause." Queen Amidala, The revenge of the Syth. wrote in message oups.com... Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. For the last four years of his life he lived with my son in a two bedroom upstairs suite with his dear friend, a big fluffy Humane Society rescue named Trixie. He remained king of the neigbourhood, the last of our cats who ever went and roamed outside, although towards the end he never left the yard. About six months it was obvious he was in decline. First, he lost his front upper fang. Then he was no longer winning fights in his yard so that stranger were spraying his doorstep and he stopped going outdoors. He began losing weight and his thick glossy fur lost its luster. Last month he slowly became irritable and withdrawn and began holding his left ear at a funny angle and his neck out in an awkward way. This week he started having accidents. His ability to control his bladder had never been great, but suddenly he was spraying and dribbling everywhere. The vet said dear Schnookie had developed a growth, most likely a lymphoma type cancer, in his neck with tentacles extending up into his ear and down into his chest and back, and likely into other places and the wetting problem was related to a direct metastasis or a way of showing his pain. Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
Schnookie sounds like a truly awesome cat. Thanks for sharing his
story. I'm so sorry for your loss. Michelle |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
Wow. He really was a special cat that had a long happy life because of you.
I"m so sorry for your grief, but I'm happy you took him in. "Lady, you did good." wrote in message oups.com... Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. For the last four years of his life he lived with my son in a two bedroom upstairs suite with his dear friend, a big fluffy Humane Society rescue named Trixie. He remained king of the neigbourhood, the last of our cats who ever went and roamed outside, although towards the end he never left the yard. About six months it was obvious he was in decline. First, he lost his front upper fang. Then he was no longer winning fights in his yard so that stranger were spraying his doorstep and he stopped going outdoors. He began losing weight and his thick glossy fur lost its luster. Last month he slowly became irritable and withdrawn and began holding his left ear at a funny angle and his neck out in an awkward way. This week he started having accidents. His ability to control his bladder had never been great, but suddenly he was spraying and dribbling everywhere. The vet said dear Schnookie had developed a growth, most likely a lymphoma type cancer, in his neck with tentacles extending up into his ear and down into his chest and back, and likely into other places and the wetting problem was related to a direct metastasis or a way of showing his pain. Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
wrote in message oups.com... beautiful message snipped to reduce length Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. What a wonderful tribute. This is one of those messages that made me cry, but they are bittersweet tears because it is obvious that Schnookie had a wonderful life. MaryL |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
wrote in message oups.com... Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. Schnookie -- Niel H |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
So sorry about losing Schnookie. Sometimes a cat you just seem to meet in
the street turns out to be so magical. Schnookie really did live a very long life for a cat and seems like a very good life, too, except for the last few days. Cats of course have a much shorter life span than we do so that we can take care of them through their whole lifetime. But it sure does feel terrible when they have to leave. -- Barb Of course I don't look busy, I did it right the first time. |
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Beloved pet crossed the bridge today.
On Fri, 23 Dec 2005 13:55:45 -0800, Judith011 wrote:
Seventeen years ago it was -30C and I was bending over to plug in my car when a tiny scrap of black fur quite literally fastened his little body around my face. Nose to nose, he mewed at me, the most pathetic little sound you can imagine. To me it said "Lady, if you don't take me in I'm going to die." That little scrap was starving and freezing and, no surprize, no one came to claim him despite our ads. He stayed on. He eventually grew into one very big black long haired cat with a sprinkling of white hairs. We don't know what breed he was but his behaviour was like a ragdoll and his shape and size and face structure was that of a Maine Coon. He had the longest fluffiest tail I ever saw on a cat.We started out calling him Ebony but it wasn't right. IN a few eeks everyone was just calling him Schnookie. Schnookie was a very easy going and easy to love animal. Many other pets came and went during his tenure. He had a knack for making friends with everyone in our house and a real love for babies, including, strangely enough, the human kind. For a time we ran a cat rescue in our house and 17 cats came and went, many of them kittens, over the five year period. Schnookie could always be counted on to welcome the newcomer and cuddle and wash a lonely kitten. He even attended the dellivery of a dsitraught mother and appeared to calm her. Most recently, he positively doted over my grandson and didn't seem to mind at all when the toddler mauled him and even when the baby pulled out his fur. For years, Schnookie decided his special duty was putting my daughter to bed at night. When she left for university he was lost and miserable for weeks afterward without his special charge. For the last four years of his life he lived with my son in a two bedroom upstairs suite with his dear friend, a big fluffy Humane Society rescue named Trixie. He remained king of the neigbourhood, the last of our cats who ever went and roamed outside, although towards the end he never left the yard. About six months it was obvious he was in decline. First, he lost his front upper fang. Then he was no longer winning fights in his yard so that stranger were spraying his doorstep and he stopped going outdoors. He began losing weight and his thick glossy fur lost its luster. Last month he slowly became irritable and withdrawn and began holding his left ear at a funny angle and his neck out in an awkward way. This week he started having accidents. His ability to control his bladder had never been great, but suddenly he was spraying and dribbling everywhere. The vet said dear Schnookie had developed a growth, most likely a lymphoma type cancer, in his neck with tentacles extending up into his ear and down into his chest and back, and likely into other places and the wetting problem was related to a direct metastasis or a way of showing his pain. Schnookie did not come home. He crossed the bridge today. I cried a lot. I regret we didn't take him sooner because he suffered those last weeks. Cats have come and gone in my life but Schnookie was one of those special ones, always around for all the big events of our family's life. He grew up with our kids. He was part of our family. Schnookie, parents unknown, predeceased by his bestest buddy Marty Cat, survived by his beloved Trixie, and a heart broken human family who wishes the dear ones could go on forever and never grow old. We take comfort from the fact that we know yoou had a good long life full of love and good food. See you at the bridge, Schnookie. No doubt you had lots of old friends there ahead of you and Marty was the first one to leap on top of you. "Rise up slowly, Angel. It's hard to let you go..." Sincere condolences in the passing of your well loved friend. MLB |
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