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
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
- My cat Salem was only 2 years old when he died. He was right as rain before My Mom decided to feed him raw fish to tide him over until she could get to the store for cat food. Our neighbor stopped by in the morning with some pond fish that he had caught. It was suppose to be our supper that night, but we had run out of cat food and our cats are outside cats that eat mice, etc. so my Mom decided to give the cats a piece of the fish to tide them over. The next day, Salem was straining at the litter box to no avail. He wouldn't eat or drink and seemed to get weaker and weaker. After the 1st day, Mom called the Vet and admitted to feeding the raw fish to the cats. The Vet said that the symptoms sounded like Blue Green Algae Toxin from the fish. We will sure miss Salem as he was a very nice cat. WARNING; DO NOT FEED YOUR CATS RAW FISH!!!!!!!!
- —Guest Brandi
Kicia and Cyrus
- They were a pair of black cats, one male, one female. We adopted the female first, then decided to get her a companion, adopting another black cat: a gorgeous long haired one. He was shy, she was aggressive. When we rested on the bed, Kicia would join us, keeping her back to Cyrus. He would attempt to join the company but, she had a way of rotating her ears that sent him flying. After a couple years, he finally decided that he had been a part of the household for long enough and was also entitled to a spot on the bed with the family. He just ignored her ear rotation and hopped on the bed. After a few years, he was run over by a car and died. Kicia was our friend for 17 years, she unfortunately had to be put to sleep, because she developed kidney failure as a complication of hyperthyroidism she had developed for being exposed twice to the flame retardant in new carpeting. I was heartbroken. it took years before I adopted another pair. But they have been strictly indoor for 10 years.
- Patches was put to sleep just last Friday. She had kidney failure and so we let her go when she no longer had the energy to stand. We got her and her brother 14 years ago when I was 10, so we grew up together. Patches was a prima donna, our "purrfectly purretty purrincess" who was a sweetheart underneath. She had a purr motor that never quit, and was a source of joy and comfort for my mom and I through sad times. She was our little watch kitty, keeping guard over the house while we were gone. She would carry toy balls around the house, meowing around them until she'd drop them at our feet - and she was so quick at it that I never did get a decent picture of it! She would stand on my shoulder and balance there happily...until there was food to be had. She came running at the sound of whipped cream, and would meow at my mom while she was in the shower, like she couldn't believe she'd get wet on purpose. Patches, there are not enough words to describe how missed you are now...
- —Guest Megan
- We had to put our Derby to sleep on November 2 because of cancer. It was so hard to do because he was still eating, drinking, and his eyes were still bright. However, he was in pain and it was the right thing to do. The vets office gave me a cat with wings pin and I wear it in remembrance. Derby was a large red tabby with a little head and tail. Everyone who saw him thought he was expecting! His nickname was "two fat shadows." Derby was fun with the catnip, kind to children, and never scratched anyone. He loved canteloupe and tuna. Derby purred all of the time, even when he was sick. We will miss you always, Derby, and are glad that you were a part of our family.
- —Guest Cathy Norman
My Beautiful Muse
- A Leannan Sidhe is a creature from Irish mythology who entrances artists with her beauty to create their greatest works of art, often at the expense of their own health. Leannan Sidhe, my beautiful tortie, was no less compelling. She was thoughtful, dignified, elegant, and at times aristocratically arrogant. She had very little patience for anyone outside of our family, and even less for the vet, but she was quite content to curl up in my lap as I typed away at my keyboard or snuggle up on cold nights. Leannan Sidhe lay down in a sunbeam on the floor last Wednesday and went to sleep. She did not wake up. She had CRF, hyperthyroidism and a heart murmur which we treated as best we could through home care. It was a relief that she passed quietly at home rather than having to be put down in a blind hysteria she reserved only for the vet's office. She never suffered, always knew she was loved and spent 19 years as my constant companion. I miss her profoundly.
Keke, our Russian Blue adopted us !
- Late summer 1976 as we were leaving a large dept store, noticed a young cat that seemed to be lost. Husband called out to him & cat responded, quickly he taught us he was highly intelligent, adored my husband, love to take showers with him, enjoyed car/truck rides if Keke found an open window he would sneak in for a nap, not surorisingly scaring driver out of wits. Sadly we lost our Green eyed Russian Blue to kidney failure Oct 1988. Almost 24 yrs later we miss him & his antics a cat never to forget.
- —Guest keenpetite
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