From the article: Giving Thanks for Cats We Have Loved
When we bow our heads to give blessings before Thanksgiving dinner, we remember all the cats we have known and loved, past and present. They fill a huge place in our lives, and we're ever thankful that they have chosen us to be their humans. Share your own stories of cats you remember at Thanksgiving time. Share Your Memories
My time with Jack
- Jack will always be the cat of my life. He was with me for almost 16 years through the death of my only son and my cancer treatment. He was always right by my side and answered me back when I talked to him
- —Guest sarah johnson
- Duma was our beautiful tabby and white cat. At 4 years old, he came down with lymphoma, and there was nothing we could do. We had to put him to sleep. It broke our hearts.
- —Guest dumacat123
- My cat, Kitty Tom, was only four months old when he was taken from us. His mother was a feral cat who, with a lot of coaxing, became part of our little family. She had kittens a month later and we found homes for all of them but one...my favorite, Kitty Tom. We had mom spayed and then had Kitty Tom neutered...2 days later he vanished. I know it's dangerous to keep cats outside but we have no choice as we are both allergic to cats and I have asthma. We live in the country, way off the road so we felt they would be okay. We feel like it must have been a coyote that got our beloved Kitty Tom. I feel so guilty that I did not take better care of him. He was so innocent, so sweet and it breaks my heart to think about him being drug away by a predator. A lot of folks do not understand how cats and dogs can become part of the family. I still dream about my 18 year old Cairn Terrier I had to put to rest in 2001. I will miss her and Kitty Tom always.
- mumma went to the vet the one day she was digeenosed with cancer and i was so sad i cryed for a month i miss her mumma cat wish you all well and safe and sound love you
- —Guest kitty
missing our Toby cat!
- He left us suddenly 3 years ago, after a very healthy and active 7 years. He got a stone and a severe blockage, and we couldn't save him. We still miss his furry face - he was the sweetest and most affectionate cat I ever had.
- Who will tell us "hi" each night? Who will purr us to sleep? Who will answer us when we speak? Who will love us anytime, day or night? Mario you are missed. We will love you forever. Beautiful in every way everyday. Your fluid grace is missed. Mario of course-- we hope you rest in peace. We buried you with your favorite duck-- Mr. Quack . Then your favorite food. We love you.
- —Guest mary and Ralph
Our dear late companions
- Keke adopted us late summer 1976, our vet told us he was a purebred American Russian Blue with gorgeous almond shaped green eyes; loved to ride in cars/trucks. Lost him to Kidney failure 10/88, still miss him & his funny antics.
- —Guest keenpetite
- We put Aslan to sleep on Easter weekend. He was 11 1/2 years old. He developed a blockage in his urinary tract and couldn't urinate anymore, all he could do was diarrhea. He sat in the litter box meowing, hoping he could go pee. When I walk past the area everyday where his box used to be, it makes me sad. I miss him and I'm sad that he's gone, but glad that I had him. Love you buddy!
- —Guest Bill
- my cat was named cat i grew up with her when mydad died she wasnt the same, one year we decided to go to Germany for 3 months so we did , when we got back she was gone. Cat was my favorite cat ever Cat and my dad was best freinds, she was 12 when she died and i miss her always
- —Guest Jamie dawson
- Digby was a pure white shoet hair faithful companion for 10 yrs. Was always sick with urinary tract infections.Vets couldn't understand why since he was always fed optimum food. Brought him from Ont. to N.S. by train.Broke my heart but eventually had to euthanize him. Couldn't stand to see him go on that way.To watch him go down was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. At least he isn't in distress anymore.Everytime I look at my 2 cats today. I think of him. Just because they both seem to luv me as he did.
- —Guest Evelyn
My Russian Blue Baby
- Carolina was a beautiful Russian Blue that came into my life unexpectidly. We adopted a Tortise Shell from the dog pound and named her Janey. She had a surprise for us. She was pregnant with four little babies. Carolina was the first born and we were so surprised she was a Russian Blue. Her two sisters and one brother are Ginger Tabbies. If I did not see them born of the same mother I would not beleive it. My Carolina died on 02/23/2013 from cancer. She was 6 years old and my constant companion. She loved to give me kisses when noone was looking. She loved to snuggle under the covers and slept with me almost every night. My heart is crushed. She was fine at Christmas but then she started losing weight. So I took her to the vet and was told she had lymphoma. It just took her so fast I am still reeling. I was with her when she was born and when she died. I had her cremated and put her in a beautiful heart shaped box. I loved her so much. She was such a rare jewel.
- My cat is going to the vet soon as we can because we found out her nail is dinggig in the paw. She's lying next to me and I can see it ;( I hope she gets better. Don't forget to cut their nails
- —Guest LenhEZFokhv
This is unethical
- You should not be taking care of feral cats. They are destroying the natural ecosystem and harming native wildlife. Please do NOT feed feral cats unless you have paid to have then neutered!
- —Guest Cody
- my mom found a stray cat.a big fury tabby,,i had him i named him oscar.he was the most loving cat ever and i loved him so much.id never had a cat before..he was and still is my fur baby.i had him for 5 years..and he be came very ill..we had to put him to sleep.hes ashes are with me and will always remain with me like my cat i have now..i was hart broken when he passed.we all were..hes still here with us..
- —Guest lozza
- My dear Lady rescued her from an animal shelter in Hastings. Either side of her were abandoned greyhounds, who liked this half-grown cat, and she liked them. My Lady opened the mesh gate, and this half white, half black cat, leapt 8 feet to land on my Lady's shoulder, and for the next 19 years they were inseperable. She had ringworm, but that was no obstacle, and soon treated, thereafter in sound health to the end. Until her last couple of years she was an only cat, generally disapproving of others of her kind. Then my sweet Lady rescued little fuzzy Tess, and the old mog had a new lease of life, and taught the new one some manners. Sanche would take no nonsense from an Akita, Blaze, that we rescued, and after a while Tessa realised the dog was her guardian. When she died, I made an oak coffin, not my most accurate work, eyes filled with tears, and buried her under a white rose beneath my Lady's window. Only I and Tessa left, and 4 other cats. Sweet memories.
- —Guest Ben
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