See you later, Pooka!

In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

I'm sorry for your loss. I think you will see him again.
Gail
"Roby" wrote in message
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In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

On Fri, 01 Dec 2006 17:11:34 -0500, Roby wrote:

In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.


"...Rise up slowly, Angel. It's hard to let you go..."
Sincere condolences. MLB

"Roby" wrote in message
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In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

He sounds wonderful, and like he could not have found a better
friend than you. I am sorry for your loss.

In article , roby@no-
address.net says...
In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.


Sorry to hear but he had some good years I'm sure. My condolences.

I'm sorry for your loss. I hope the good memories help you through this
tough time.

S.

"Roby" wrote in message
...
In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

So sorry to hear. Maine Coon's gentleness is something else, isn't it?
Almost like they are human.

Roby wrote:
In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

Thank you all!

Pooka and you were lucky to have each other and you gave him a gentle end.
Some day, again...

--
Barb
Of course I don't look busy,
I did it right the first time.

On Fri, 1 Dec 2006, Roby wrote:

In 1994, I adopted a 4-month old brown tabby kitten. I named
him Pooka, taken from "Puccha" - the Sanskrit word for cat, so
says my Purina cat book. I fell in love with Pooka the moment
I first saw him, and he seemed to feel the same about me. We
were exactly right for each other.

Pooka grew up to be a very handsome fellow, with subtle markings
in brown and black and remarkably soft fur. He had more than a
little Maine Coon in him and that wonderfully gentle spirit they
have. He was my best friend, my constant companion, my kid in a
fur coat. We had many happy years together.

This morning, I took Pooka to the vet for that last time. Cancer
had taken its toll on my beloved pal and it was clear that he was
no longer enjoying life. He passed away quietly and gently, just
as he had lived. He was the best.

I know I'll see him again.

Rest easy in knowing you did right by him to the very end. It sounds like
he was a wonderful kitty, and I believe you will see him again. You can
hold him close in your heart. I'm sorry you had to lose him, but take
heart and joy from having him with you all those years. Remember the good
times. Rest in peace, dear Pooka!

Eva