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
LOVELY LEO
- Just want to say my beautiful black cat Leo died 2 weeks ago - he was 17. I got him when he was tiny kitten (about 5 weeks old) and he became totally dependant on me. He really was my baby. I have been so distraught I went to a cat sanctuary and got 3 cats, a mum and 2 kittens. They are lovely and I will do my best to give them a great home - but I still miss Leo so much.
- —EMMYMISHKAZENA
My wonderful Blackie
- Backie was a long hair black cat who came into our lives for a short time. He was a feral cat and was being fed by our neighbour . Her husband passed away suddenly and soon my family and I took over the feeding and he soon became our cat. He was a gentleman cat and I will not forget the day when he was on his walkabouts and was caught in the rain. he came to our sliding door and peeked in, so I quickly let him in and to our amazement Blackie sat on our rug to drip dry before proceeding further into our house. He did not want to soil our carpet. Sadly, Blackie accidentally was poisoned and according to the Vets it could be a poisonous plant or some chemicals he drank from a construction site, this is a mystery . He improved from the medical treatment but on the 22/1/2004, he came up to me and I went on all fours to cuddle him . He pressed his little head against my shoulders for a good minute and later went to the corner and died from a massive stroke. We love u Blackie and remember you
- —Guest Gerry
Goodbye Old Friend
- I could not begin to condense my sadness over his passing nor the love I felt for Scooter into 1000 characters. you cat: http://www.kountykitties.com/documents/goodbye_old_friend.html There are stories and pictures there of all our furry kids and rescues that we helped to find loving homes. Please sign our guest book, and I will be placing a link to this site in our link section as well. Thank you for such a wonderful web site!
- —Guest MDDrudge
Mourning Spike
- I had the most beautiful black and white cat who filled my life with joy. She would come to the door before I even got there , run around like a kitty and attack toys. She was five years old when she passed , too young . I miss her so much I constantly think Im seeing her in the corner of my eye.Her name was Spike - tongue in cheek,and I had her way too short, but I feel blessed to have known her and felt her love for me , she was like my best friend and Ill never forget her.
- —Kyle4770
Thomas Magnum (TomTom)
- I have never had to go somewhere to find a cat. They always came to our family. Tom appeared one day, probably when he was a year and half old. A beautiful male, Blue Seal Point Siamese. It was love at first sight, but I knew someone might want this cat back. No one came and he was ours (my grandfather and mine). He liked to get inside cars and I think that's how he found us. We were lucky to have him as long as we did, for one day (2 weeks after my grandmother passed away), TomTom decided to get in a car (we think)for he was missing for about 2 weeks. My grandfather says "The Lord just took my wife and now he's taken my cat too"! I myself was afraid we would never see him again. Then, one day, up the driveway he walked. Very skinny, and his paws were smooth. Wherever his adventure started must have been quite far from home. My grandfather was so happy. TomTom died from Feline Leukemia. I know he is with grandpa and I know I'll have TomTom again, someday. Until then...
- —Carolelay
Peaches, you are missed
- Yesterday, I had to send Peaches to Kitty Heaven and it was not easy and it even seems harder today. I hope this recognition of Peaches will help me and others. Peaches was one of 5 strays that "wandered" into my life from the outdoors. Peaches was the next last one and was the quietest but the most loving. I would wake up in the morning and he was always curled up on my chest.Thankfully, he was very small. The vets could not cure what they diagnosed as IBD, neither could I. I tried every diet that came along. Every holistic, homeopathic remedy I could find. he became very dehydrated and weak and would not eat ........a little baby food towards the end. He pooped wherever he wanted and it was horrendously smelly but today I MISS that and my heart is breaking and a big hole is there for this little creature that I loved and would not hurt a fly. He was the most docile cat I have ever seen. Dear God, why could we not fix him? Peaches gained his name as I am from GA.
- —AnnMarden
Callie's pain is over
- Just today, January 20th, I mercifully ask my vet to go ahead and allow my Callie to cross the Rainbow Bridge. As he was preparing to put her to sleep I was petting her and telling her how much I loved her. I told her she had been the best companion for 15 1/2 years. I told her that Simba would be waiting for her. I also told her that I'd see her again someday in Heaven with all the other kitties I've had over the years. My tears have streamed for over 6 hours now. I don't have children, but I feel like I just lost one. The pain of losing a pet is so real. I'm a flight attendant, but took a furlough to write a childrens book about Simba as well as spend time with Callie. I knew my time with her was limited and I'm so glad I made that choice. The downside to that is all the time I've recently spent at home. Now, everywhere I look there are reminders of Callie. She snuggled with me everynight, so I'm hoping she'll meet me in my dreams. I love you Callie and will see you again..promise!
- —Fergie59
My Rainbow Bridge Kitties
- BJ, Harmony, Twink, Sunshine, DC, Timmy, Socks, Peanut, Spooky, Maggie. All missed very, very much. All but one lost to the road because it took me so long to learn indoors is best and the only safe way to have cats. They all left their paw prints on mine and my husbands hearts. Harmony such a big, peaceful boy. Twink, my polydactyl talker. Timmy, a real love-bug. Maggie, a beautiful girl who ran from the woods across from our house and ensconced herself into our household. DC and Spooky, both rescued from the warehouse my husband worked at were pitiful sights when he brought them home, but within a few months were beautiful creatures. Peanut and Socks, born to a wild cat in our cellar window-well, later abandoned by Mom. Sunshine was our only past cat to live her full life with us to die of old age. I so believe that I will see them all again at Rainbows Bridge some day. It will be a wonderful reunion.
- —PhillysMom
Percy
- I met Percy at the school I taught at a few weeks after my mom died. He was in a bowler hat lined with a diaper. He helped me through some pretty tough times. We taught each other many lessons of life. He was marmalade and white, very vocal, and very opinionated. We had so much fun. He went over the Rainbow Bridge 14 years later, a few weeks after the 14th anniversary of mom's death. I miss him and think of him every day. I love him so very much.
- —Guest Candi
chanel, my little cutie
- I'll never forget her cute little mannerisms and the way she would sleep like a person with her head propped on a pillow.
- —Guest fc
Bark Was One of a Kind
- Bark was a compromise. When my marriage ended, my soon-to-be ex-husband couldn't part with Sam, so he gave me one of his girlfriend's litter, a tiny little grey and brown mutt, the color of that ground cover bark after it's aged in the sun for a while. Bark stuck with me through thick and thin, including a six-month cross country trip from Santa Barbara to Boston during which we nearly lost him outside Houston and a "friend's" rottenweiler in Richmond, Virginia, nearly ate him. For thirteen wonderful years, he slept on my bed, no matter who else might be there. I finally had to have him put down b/c he was so sick. There hasn't been a day since March 31, 1994 that I haven't thought of Bark, even though I've had a new little friend, Ziggy, since three months after he died. Some cats you don't forget. Bark was one of them.
- —Guest Cynthia Nunn
My precious Gabby
- I had my beautiful gray and white Persian, "Gabriel" for 8 years. He would follow me for a walk down the back street to Slacks Pond. Gabriel would never hurt any animals, even mice. I think he was so lonely inside, he wanted them for his friends. He adored men and liked dogs, and would always "supervise" the man across the street busy working on his yard. The only time Gabby got angry was when I was on the computer - he would growl and hiss on the desk, above the keyboard! He wanted me to watch tv on the couch with him, and relax. Gabriel was very special and a character. He was the neighborhood favorite, especially Cassie's, (the little girl across the street), before going to the Rainbow Bridge November 2007.
- —prettykitty50
Memories of a special friend!
- I adopted Al and CeCe in 2005, when I discovered mice in my basement! Al hated EVERYONE, except me; he was my constant companion for almost 2 years. We took him to the vet, & when we got home, he ran away from us & hid in the garage. I didn't know he still had his leash on, & I thought he was just nursing his wounds (after all, who likes having a thermometer shoved up their butt?) & he often hid after his vet appts. I kept calling for him, & he didn't respond. Then my boyfriend's mom told me he was outside, WITH THE LEASH. I panicked! I looked everywhere, & when we checked the garage, we found him nearly strangled on my car, the leash wrapped around the antenna. We rushed him to the emergency vet, but he died 7 hours later. I have never felt more helpless & alone in my life! They wouldn't let me stay with him, & as they took him from me, he meowed & looked at me like, "Help me!" That still haunts me!He was beautiful, loyal,trusting, & I'll never forget him! I'm so sorry I let him down!
- —calis0129
My beloved cats
- I have had two sweet cats in Sugar and Twinks. One was about six months older than the other. Sugar was a black longhaired cat and Twinks who she thought weas her baby was a grey tabby. They were both such fun. Sugar was a lap cat and Twinks was the clown. They totally loved each other so it isn't surprising they both went pretty close to each other. They both lived to be around 18 years old. I went about a year without a cat then I got Toot my beautiful fluff ball. She is a cuddle bug who snuggles with me when I am watching tv. I recently acquired another black cat named Shalimar. She is a hoot at only 1 year old. She sleeps with me at my hip and plays and plays. Her and Toot are still adjusting too each other but all is well. I look forward to coming home to them.
- —Guest TooterP
Trudy
- Trudy receives no adjectives, because they are beside the point. She is my first cat, but that isn't the reason that she'll forever be the cat by which all others are measured. She's not explicitly the most anything cat. She's too quiet, too wise. If there is a rainbow bridge, Karl will be there, harassing other cats, accepting chin scritches from any passer by, he'd happily pass over with the first truly good person to walk past, and his company would count a great deal to the guardians of time after. Trudy would wait in darker places, encourage, intimidate as souls are weighed. No need to wait, animals pass freely, silently through these realms. Still, she'd wait and claim her right when the time came to judge me. After that the path is not without the perils of dogs and monkeys. I'll carry her part of the way, but mostly she'd walk with me.
- —fellcolor
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