Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown..
The Rainbow Bridge Return
The little dog arrived at the Rainbow Bridge , and a pack of dogs rushed up to greet him. He braced himself, expecting a fight, but this was the first pack that wagged their tails and kissed him instead of attacking him. It was beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None of them had been born in a puppy mill, like he had, and used for dog-bait fighting and left to die in a shelter because he was a mix-breed battle-scarred cur and wasn't cute. They explained why they were waiting... for their humans who loved them.
"What is love?" he asked, and God let him go back to earth, and find out.
Warm, and dark, he squeezed in with the others and waited for the day to be born. Scared, he held back as long as he could, but finally got dragged out, by his hind feet. Hands without fur held him gently and rubbed him dry and opened his mouth and guided him to a warm nipple with milk. He didn't get a good hold on it, because one of his big fat brothers pushed him aside. The human hand moved the other puppy to another nipple and held his body, so he could drink.
"Ahhh, that's better, " he thought, and drank until his jaws got tired and he curled up to sleep next to his warm hairy mother. "I remember this," he mused... "Too bad I'll have to grow up to be hit, left out in the cold and rain, and used for dog-bait fighting, and die as an unclaimed rescue dog. I remember what it's like, being a dog." he thought sadly. That night, he crawled up to his mother and tried to nurse, but he kept getting pushed off to the side. When they were full, the big brothers and sisters got their bottoms cleaned and he finally latched on to a nipple, but the human hands weren't there to hold him up, and there wasn't any milk in any of the nipples, anyway. He was weak and so tiny. It was even hard to stay upright, and he fell over on his back and couldn't right himself. So he began to cry, and suddenly the human hands were there, holding him up and putting a rubber thing in his mouth. It didn't taste or feel like mother, but it was warm and made the ache in his tummy go away. He was having trouble breathing ... His lungs weren't fully developed, because he had waited too long to join the others in the womb, as he took one last romp at the Rainbow Bridge. He could feel the heartbeat of the human, who had laid him on her chest and covered him with a soft cloth, keeping him warm, and soothing his boney body with gentle circling touches. He kept thinking of his new friends who had been so nice to him at the bridge and asked God if he could go back.
God said "Yes, but not just yet. You wanted to experience Love."
So for several hours (seemed like days but it was dark and he couldn't tell what time it was), the human supplemented his feeding and let him experience the warmth of his mother's body and tongue, and the pile of warm soft littermates. He got weaker, and the human held him more often, leaving the littermates to sleep in a pile while he got carressed, kissed, and got to listen to the heartbeat which was strong and loving.
Finally God came back and asked, "are you ready to come back to the Rainbow Bridge ?"
"Yes, he responded," with a little sorrow, because the human didn't want to let him go, and was crying.
He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow Bridge and looked back at the human, who was still crying and holding the limp body that he had borrowed for his trip.
"Thank you, God," he said. "Love is beautiful, and I will wait near the Bridge and let the human know, when she arrives, that I loved her, too."
Unlike most of the sun filled days at the Rainbow Bridge, this particular day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as any day could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never ever experienced a day like this before. But..... the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people, knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge..........to watch.
It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, his head hung low,so very low, and his tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far, far, too often. He approached slowly, very slowly, and was obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness.
Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, it was not to be. As he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who sadly apologized to him, and then told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over to the Rainbow Bridge.
With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass,forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them,watching the pathway and waited.
One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for a while to explain it to him.
"You see, that poor animal over there, with the others, they are rescues. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. Sadly, he never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."
The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, suddenly, the clouds parted swiftly, and the gloom lifted with a mighty wind. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all once again,young and healthy, just as they were in the prime of their life.
"Watch, and see," said the second animal. A second group of animals from those also waiting came to the pathway and bowed their heads ever so low as the person neared closer. As each bowed head, the person offered a pat on their head or a scratch behind the ears.
One by one, the newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge. And then, one by one, they all crossed The Bridge together.
"What just happened?" asked the first animal. "That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing to the rescuer in respect were those who found new homes because of all their work. They will all cross over to The Bridge, when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."
"I think I like rescuer's," said the first animal. "So does GOD," was the reply from the second animal, "so does GOD."
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE
On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were.
An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved one for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And, the ones who were abused. Who are they to wait for?
We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.
Last Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment. An eager, curious crowd surged excitedly forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be.
They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 4,000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready.
All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them - "May I have one to comfort?" "I'll take two, I have a big heart." "I have been saving kisses forever."
One after another they came forward begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup hesitantly asked, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child 'cause I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged." A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the Firemen and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the Police Officers and make them feel at home.
Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best, cuddle and kiss.
Dogs who on Earth had never had a kind word or a pat on the head, stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."
Then all the dogs, wherever on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share - each one wagging an American Flag.
-by Alexander Theodore, Bouvier, Fourth Year Resident
I saw an angel today, oh what a vision to see. This beautiful angel sent only to me. My eyes filled with tears at this glorious sight, This angel so lovely made my heart feel so light.
I held an angel today, in my hands it did rest Surely it had to be one of God's best. So soft, so tender, so fragile it seemed To hold such an angel was more than I dreamed.
I kissed an angel today, I just couldn't resist As I looked at this sweetie I felt so much bliss My heart over poured with a feeling of love For this sweet little creature sent from Heaven above.
I lost an angel today; I guess God had other plans This precious little life slipped right through my hands My heart felt so empty as tears fell from my eyes I didn't have the chance to say my good byes.
I saw an angel today, one I'll never forget Those short precious moments I'll never regret He took something with him on his journey above A piece of my heart to remember my love.
-Lori Lengen
In ancient Thailand, it was believed that when a very
spiritual person died, their soul entered the body of a cat, and
then ascended to heaven when the cat died.
This is one for you Gizmo. You were very loved and I hope you are waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge along with sweet Halley who taught all my other cats to be so sweet and loving. Gizmo 11/98, Halley , 1997
I Stood Beside Your Bed Last Night - A Poem
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear, "It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea, You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore. I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care. I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew ... in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say "Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide, I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out ... then come home to be with me.
Author: Unknown
"The Messenger"
I dreamed I came upon a meadow sunlit and fragrant, a small dog at my side. As we walked on in silence I saw across the blue ribbon of a river, a field, where animal spirits licked the morning dew from brilliant poppies...basked in sunshine... batted at butterflies. "Is this Heaven?" I asked. He nodded yes and as we rounded a bend in the path, I saw ahead a wondrous garden surrounded by a halo of mist, where animals and children lay among the flowers. Cool breezes rustled leaves and over all hung an aura of beauty and peace. "Is this Heaven, too?" I asked. "An honored place," he said, "for those who lived a Hell on Earth - who died of neglect, torture, unloved, unwanted and abandoned." We walked on until we came to a precipice that overlooked a dark canyon. Lightning crashed above the horizon and illuminated iron prisons on the desert floor. I heard the wails of captive men, the screams of women imploring for water, railing against the absence of Light amidst an acrid smoke. Before I could ask he answered, "These were their tormentors." We continued solemnly until the sound of laughter and music greeted us, and we came upon a village square, where carefree women, children and men played at games, or walked arm in arm. "They are happy," I said. He agreed and replied, "These were their rescuers. They are blessed above all." I spent time among them until I awoke, bathed in a new peace. For no matter what this Earthly day may bring, I knew that no wrongful deed goes unpunished, nor is any saving grace without its reward. I hugged my small dog closer to my chest and blessed him as a messenger of truth and love. Copyright Jim Willis 2001
Don't cry, Mommy, I'm Okay! The Angels came, I couldn't stay.
God brought me home,
He loves me, too! He said that I can Watch over you.
I know you love me, I love you, too. That's why I'll do My best for you.
That's my new job, To wait for you Until you come, Here's what I'll do:
I'll run and romp, And play with glee! I'll lift my leg, When I have to pee!
But most of all, I'll guard you well. I'm up here watching, Can't you tell?
Think of me, I'll hear your voice. And know you made The perfect choice.
You saved me once, I'll not forget! You took care of me, But better yet:
You loved me.
A Letter from Heaven
To my foster family, some things I'd like to say,
But first of all to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this letterfrom the Bridge - where I now dwell with God above-
Up here there are no tears or sadness, only eternal love.
Please don't be unhappy, just because I am out of sight,
Remember that I am with you, every morning, noon and night.
The other day I had to leave you, when my life on earth was through -
God picked me up and hugged me, and he said, "I welcome you...
Its good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone...
As for your foster family, they'll be here later on".
When you think of my life on earth, and the neglect in my last years,
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain,
Remember there would be no ! flowers, unless there was some rain.
God gave me a list of important things, that he would like for me to do,
And foremost on his special list, was to watch over and care for you.
And when you lie down and try to sleep, with the day's chores put to flight,
Remember that God is closest to you, in the middle of the night.
I wish that I could tell you, everything that God has planned,
But even if I could tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my earthly life is over,
I'm more happy, healthy and content, than I ever was before.
If you can help another, who is in sorrow or in pain,
Then you can say to God at night; "My day was not in vain".
And when you're walking down the street, with me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps, only a short trot behind.
There are rocky roads ahead of you, and many hills to climb,
But a rescuer's heart is big and strong, just take it one day at a time.
For it is simply God's nature, and I'd like it for you too,
That as you give to the world, the world will give to you.
And when your time on earth is up, to leave your body and be free,
Remember you are not "going", You are coming up here to me.
-Author Unknown (for all the dogs that have gone to Rainbow Bridge)
Lancelot, you were such a treasure. I loved you (04/00).
To my very sweet and dear milk mustache kitty, Kalvin. Your passing came as such a shock to me. You were so special to me and to everyone who came to the house. You will be so missed by many especially me. When I get to the Rainbow Bridge I pray you will be waiting for me and we will be together always. I love you. Mom
"Kalvin was my favorite of all your cats. He was so beautiful and loving. When I walked in the door he always acted as if I had come just to see him." (11/18/00)
Gromit. He loved kitties as the poor guy lived in a house with the rule-cats are always in charge! I am sure they are together-and your Kalvin is charming all the beasts with his beautiful mustache. I can only pray that he and Kalvin are playing together in the new arrivals section of heaven. If they sort by age groups-they are in the same class. Poor us-for having to be here without them. Joni Pk
Ozzie was so loving and his life completed mine. He will be in my heart always. M J (06/2000)
This big old boy that had been so tough throughout his life, told me at the very end that it was the right time by his acceptance of everyone. My Bernie, who had been so vicious to everyone except for us, was kind to everyone at the end. He let me know in his way that this was what he wanted, and that it was alright to let go. This was the gift that he gave me yesterday, a gift that only I would notice and understand.
Pepper was with us for 9 years. She had a fast growing tumor under her tongue and we had to say goodbye. Pepper was a wonderful friend and companion and we miss her.
In memory of Cassie who was very loved and is missed. (6/20/00)
Tribute to Kimberly's friend, Kathryn who lost her beloved Chaucer to this world. In your Honor I have made safe the lives Of many. In your Shadow I have made whole the hearts Of many. In your Spirit I have freed the song Of many. Your death became A door, through which I Found my way; Your love, with me Always, and In your Memory, I love also.
Saboo.. We miss you so much! We miss your purr that would get so loud you would soundlike you were ready to take off. We miss your kisses and even though you did not whack Mom on her leg, we both miss that as well. We know feeding time was your favorite time of day and we miss seeing how excited you would get at breakfast, dinner or snacks. No one drinks from the faucet any more. We miss seeing those big, baby blue eyes sometimes as crossed as they could be. You were such a sweet boy! We will forever love and have our Booman in our hearts, but we are thankful for the time we were blessed with you.
Misty... We miss you so much! We miss your talking to wake us up, or banging on the picture if we didn't respond as quickly as you would have liked. We miss your licking our blanket and we even miss you eating whatever plastic you could find. We miss the times you would bolt up the counter to the top of the refrigerator, to the top of the cabinets and made your sounds of the wild. We cannot believe how quiet our home is without you! But most of all we just miss our little Misty Sue. You will forever be in our hearts and a part of our family. We are thankful though for the time we were blessed with you. We will always love you - Mom and Dad
Brandy was the best birthday present I ever had. I only wish she knew how much she will be missed." (Feb 2, 1988 - Jan 15, 2001)
Beauty, you were so pretty and I could tell you wanted to be loved so badly . It was the saddest thing I had to do to put you to sleep. Thank you for letting me love you before you died and for the hugs that came just before you died. I guess you did know all along I loved you and cared about you. May you be at peace and waiting at the Rainbow Bridge when it is my time. Mom (3/6/01)
Harley was such a joy to have in my life. He had no teeth, severe hip, leg and spine issues that were being treated with steroid shots and rimadyl to keep him out of pain and thyroid medications to balance him out. He fought a hard battle but his mind began failing him. Harley carried his bricks with him everywhere he went and slept with them gathered in his blankets. I have a huge collection of them in my home now that are a reminder to me of his charming personality. There was nothing I could do to help him with his mind. His vets said I made the only call I could but my heart is heavy with sadness and the silence that now fills my home. He was still full of life and very talkative when he came to me even with all he had been through. The last three months of his life I believe he was happy and spoiled. He came to me at a mere 78 pounds and left this world close to 100 lbs with his coat full and back to what it should have been. I knew taking him in that this day would come but it came differently than expected.
I believe that Harley made his journey to my home to help bring Stella the little girl that was left tied to a fire hydrant in the freezing weather with her chain embedded in her neck out of her shell. She fell in love with Harley the moment she met him. She followed him everywhere he went; sleeping as close to him as she could get; playing with his bricks to get his attention. It was a wonderful transformation to watch Stella come into her own because of Harley's last months. I truly believe that was why he ended up with us. She is missing him as I miss him. She wonders around the house looking for him. I can still hear the sound of his feet shuffling across the floor as he could not lift his back legs up off the ground. I can still see him jumping up from laying in the living room to bat his brick back and forth before picking it up in his mouth to make his rounds around the house before deciding to lay down once again. He is greatly missed!!! This is the part of rescue that is so hard, when it is time to say good bye to a beloved friend and companion. They come into our lives and bring such joy but when their pain and suffering is over ours begins. Grieving his loss is all I can do now and hope that he felt my love for him and forgives me for the call I was forced to make.Good Bye Harley, I love you.
It is a sad day at Treasured Friends as we had to say good bye to our miracle baby today . He survived more diseases than most ever come in contact with and he had the best disposition. happy, playful and affectionate til the end. He was very special and remains in Treasured Friends hearts always. We will all see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Dancer. We love you.
Myron you were such a sweet, loving, good baby. I am so grateful for the eight years I had with you. You taught me much about patience, tolerance and love. I hated saying good bye for now, My My. You are alive and well in my heart. All my love, Mom (4/15/01)
To our Angel: Although you were with us only a few short days, we loved you and miss you very much. I don't know where you came from, but whoever dumped you off in the rain was not worthy of you. We tried as hard as we could to make you well, but the sickness that wracked your little body finally won. I only wish I could have known you when you were healthy, so I could have felt you rub on my legs, and watched you play. Making the decision to help you to the Bridge was one of the hardest I've ever had to make, but I know you were ready to go. Please know that your life and death were not in vain; your spirit will be here with us always. Please feel the love we continue to send your way. Wait for me with my other babies at the bridge, and we will all be together again when the time is right. (4/18)
Kimba there will never be another one like you. You gave new meaning to the word persistence! You did it so lovingly, it worked most of the time. I miss you cuddling under my chin at night and pushing me off the bed. You were some kind of special to me and I pray there is a rainbow bridge where we will be together again.
Brittany, there has never been a more special little girl than you . You were so dainty and petite I hardly noticed you walking across my back at night. You cleaned my hair strand by strand and took that job very seriously every night. I never had a cat nurse on my ear as you did all 8 of your years. Guess you really thought I was your mom since I got you too young to be away from your real mom. IO loved you as if I were your real mom. Please be at the bridge when I am there. I miss you terribly.
Valentine, you changed so much in the years you were with me. I cannot believe someone would throw you out on the tollway when you were no bigger than my hand. You were always a little frightened and Ican understand why. But you knew I loved you and that was all that really mattered to you.
Teddy Bear, you were so cuddly and affectionate. I saw more of your tummy than your back always. You are forever in my heart and I will continue to name the sweetest kittens after you in hopes you will give them some of your affectionate, loving nature.
Ramses The Great "A Very Large Cat" Devoted Best Friend and the Love of My Life
Jaco, I loved you dearly and so did your dad. I have never seen a cat drink water out of cupped paws before you nor have I ever seen a cat clean himself in his drinking water first. You were so loving and sweet natured and I am grateful to have had you in my life the years I was gifted with your presence. Good by til I see you at the Bridge. Wait for me, Jaco. I will be most delighted to find you again. Love, Mom and Dad. (8/21/01)
In Memory of Jack (9/7/01)
Dear friends, I am very sad to have to report this morning that dear, sweet Matt crossed the Rainbow Bridge last night. I had 2 partners in crime when I rescued Matt from his abusive "home" last January. For the rest of you who do not know Matt's story, this beautiful young red tabby lived a terrible life before I got him.
I first learned of Matt one year ago, in November, 2000. A woman who I had previously helped with several stray/abandoned cats in her apartment complex, called me about a cat she discovererd while visiting a friend. The cat (actually he was still a kitten then, about 8-9 months old) was being kept tied to a tree in a back yard. He was tied with an extension cord. She was so worried about him because it
was going to get very cold that night. She had discovered him several weeks before. She and her friend heard him crying pitifully and they saw him through a chain link fence just sitting in the middle of the yard in a soaking rain, unable to get out of the rain because he was tied up. His "owners" had turned a trash can on its side as a shelter for him. Of course, his "shelter" had water standing in it from the rain. She and her friend talked to Matt's "owners" that day and were told that he could not be allowed in the house because one of the residents had emphysema and there could not be any animals in the house. They kept him tied up so that he would not get run over. So in a weird way, his owners were trying to protect him.
The day after Virgina called me, she and I went to talk to the "owner", me wearing my official "Humane Society" t-shirt. Matt's "owner" refused to let me take him and find a new home for him. And although she admitted that he cried alot, she did not see anything wrong with keeping him tied up. In exasperation, I told her I was going to have to report it to Animal Control.
Which I did. They went over and talked to her, but the bottom line is that she was not breaking the law. It is not illegal to tie your cat up as long as you provide it a shelter with three sides and a top. At least after animal control visited her, she went and bought a dog house for him. I also called the cruelty investigaton officer at SPCA, but all they did was write her a letter.
By this time we were into early December and it was cold. Remember, we had a nasty snow storm on New Year's Eve?? Well, EVERY NIGHT when I crawled under my nice warm blankets, I worried about poor Matt out in the cold by himself. To make matters worse, the back yard where he lived was on the north side, and was shaded by large trees, so even if we had a warm day, it was cold and clammy back there.
One Sunday afternoon in mid-January, friends went with me to try to talk to Matt's "owner" again, but when we got there, no one was home. We looked around and did not see any of the neighbors. So we just picked Matt up, took him to my car and drove off.
That night Matt was warm, dry and well fed, and I slept good for the first time in three months.
Of course, I did look over my shoulder for a long time and wondering if I could go to jail for stealing a cat. Especially since I had copied the "owner" on a letter I wrote to Animal Control in early Decembert, so she had my address. I suspect that she tossed the letter, and so no longer had my address. In any event, I never got a call from her or the police.
Less than two weeks after I got Matt, he got very, very sick. The vet diagnosed him with calici virus, which can be fatal, especially in kittens.
I had gotten him vaccinated, but he probably already had the virus when I got him. The vet managed to pull him through, but it sure cost me mega bucks to have him hospitalized for two weeks. Of course, I had no choice.
After all this kitten had been through, I had to do everything I could to give him a chance to have a real forever home. Then I had to wait to let him fully recover before I could get him neutered. Then I had to wait to make sure he was really healthy enough to offer for adoption. So, I had him almost six months before I began taking him to Adopt a Pet.
About a week ago, I noticed that Matt was not eating much and kind of sitting by himself. By Friday I realized that he was not eating at all. My vet basicially did nothing for him. Tuesday, I took him to a new vet who had been recommended to me. The new vet was much more compassionate and provided good supportive care and made Matt more comfortable. But the lab tests confirmed the diagnosis I feared: FIP. FIP is 95% fatal, and the few who survive and go into remission with intensive treatment will have a relapse, and the ultimate result is 100% mortality.
By yesterday evening Matt was in miserable condition, with no hope of recovery. His lungs were already beginning to fill with fluid and he probably would have died in the middle of the night, alone and in the dark like he lived before I got him.
So I held his head while the vet administed the lethal drug. He already had an IV in his arm, so it was fast and painless. I brought his little diseased body home to bury in my garden. He never got his real forever home. Before he died, I told him to look for Victoria at the Rainbow Bridge, that she would be glad to see him. Victoria, a beautiful dilute torti that I rescued from the pound, died earlier this year.
By now I'm sure I've lost all of you. No one has time to read all this, but I just had to write this little eulogy for Matt. Thank you for listening.
The silhouette stands boldly at the end of the hallway ears erect, eyes like jewels the tail, it softly sways. This wouldn't be the first time I've seen her stand nearby her image clear as crystal from the corner of my eye. Her visits I don't share with some who think I've went over and beyond the grieving time they deem I need, they say I should move on. I sometimes pity people who have never felt just cause to share the bond between two souls, one with hands and one with paws. The silhouette reminds me what the others say is wrong for as long as breath goes through me there exists our mighty bond. When the Keeper calls me home and the Bridge gates open wide our bond will deepen ten fold as we walk through side by side. You see, I am the lucky one as I've been truly blessed for someday we'll walk together as eternal silhouettes.
- Terri Onorato
Patches crossed the Rainbow bidge on January 8, 2002 It will be the little things that I will remember, the quiet moments when we had coffee together, the way you would greet me when I came home from work. The laughter at your antics. these memories I know will help to push away my pain of losing you. I will always love you, Mom.
Faith came to us when she was about 5 (thank you, Janet Wheeler) and stayed until she was about 20 (thank you, Faith). A model of tolerance, her etiquette did not allow her to hiss or tussle or perform the "Kitty 500" like some of her equally beloved companions. A good indoor jumper and hunter in her youth, eventually she preferred following the sun from one window to another for a catnap, or purring and staring at us until she received good scratching and new food. In her memory and honor, eat something you love, enjoy your favorite pastime and relax, and next time something seems about to bug you, don't let it get you down. Lucky to be loved by her, we loved her dearly. Karen and Richard
On Aug 21, '01, I took Buttons to be groomed. Bocci was waiting for me in a cage by the shop door and called to me in his raspy little voice. Like in a dream I knew he was my cat and I was his mom. A bond that might have taken years to develop happened in an instant. Treasured Friends had rescued him from a shelter. He was maybe 5 years old, so starved he weighed less than 4 lbs, so inbred his nostrils were sealed, he had to breathe through his mouth, born with only one kidney, and his nose and mouth were so compressed his tongue peaked out under his little nose almost all the time. Exactly 5 months later on Mon, Jan 21, '02, he was playing with his "bocci ball" and a piece of yarn, purring and happy at noon. By 4 pm, he was gone, his heart broke. It turned out there was one more defect hiding from us: an enlarged heart, just waiting for some fatal trigger. How ironic. Of course an enlarged heart - what he lacked in physical perfection, he made up for in sweetness. A more loving, gentle, & tenderhearted kitty could not be found. Time set no limits on the depth of love we shared. I did treasure every moment I had with him. Every stroke and snuggle. Every head-bump and kiss. Every frisky moment of soccer with the "bocci ball." Every call in the dark to make sure I was near. And now all those precious memories are breaking my heart as they come flooding to my mind at any random moment and I cry out "I miss you Bocci".
Snookie had her leg amputated when she was three weeks old, but this never slowed her down. Snookie fought every step of the way and purred loudly the whole time. She taught us if you can't run fast enough run sideways and that no obstacle is too tall to climb. Snookie even made the meanest cat in the world who hates everyone, fall in love with her. I still watch for Snookie to come hopping out to greet me when I come home and I still check where I'm stepping just to make sure she's not under my feet. She was happy all eight weeks of her life but the Lord decided she would be happier with him. Snookie we all dearly miss you and plan to see you again someday.
Sylvie was my special baby & my oldest.We had heard what we thought was a baby crying so went to look. In our side yard on top of our wood fence was the most beautiful furry cat we had seen. We looked to see what sex it was but that was impossible due to it's fur being so thick & fluffy & the cat not wanting us to explore it! We assumed it was a boy & named it Sylvester since it looked like him.How original!! We barely had it a few weeks when my hubby woke me at 5am & pointed down to a motor boat noise coming from a very proud MAMA cat beside our bed.The cat got a name change to Sylvie & she became the queen of the house.She was such a prim & proper cat about sitting & lying down. She never layed out or slouched.She sat like a Sphinx or straight up.She didn't liked to be combed or brushed so she got shaved a few times because of that. She actually seemed to enjoy it afterwards.
She lived a long & wonderful life until she developed a heart & thyroid problem. Still with meds she did well until about 19 years of age she finally gave up.She let me know by refusing to eat everything I cooked or tried to feed her.I held her a lot & kissed her knowing thetime was near.April 6th I called my vet Judy to come over to my house to put her to sleep. I held Sylvie in my arms as she went to Rainbow Bridge. Her grave is in my back yard with calla lillies & white petunias on it. I miss her so much & look forward to seeing her again across the Rainbow Bridge.
A Friend
The ball I toss must bounce and the cat, of course must pounce. Body aquiver and eyes alert, she waits just beyond the bed skirt.
A companion and friend beyond compare so what if she leaves behind some hair. Her antics make me laugh and cry and when play is done I happily sigh.
Now it's time for a cuddle with me she stands and pats me on my knee. I pick her up and hug her near nothing I see before me more dear.
As the years begin to pass us by I watch her and I deeply sigh. More time now we spend in rest for play she seems to have less zest.
Her muzzle is white and she sleeps much more, she's not quite the cat she was before. Yet closer to my heart she lies, with time I've become more wise.
Some day within in my arms she'll sleep and I will tremble and my eyes will weep. It will be time to let her go, just because I love her so.
But for now I hear her purr as I gently brush her fur. Her paws uncurl and begin to knead, This friend who's helped to fill my need.
In Loving Memory - Midget (1985-2000)
Pamela Colling
Memories of a Friend
My eyes are burning with unshed tears
And a lump is lodged deep in my throat.
As I clench my fists and grit my teeth
I strive to maintain my self control.
The pangs of grief are wrenching my heart
As I look around an empty room.
Even at work I fight for control
When I spot your picture on my desk.
I'll miss you warming my feet in bed,
Giving me kisses with fishy breath.
Fleeting memories pass through my mind
Of all the days we've spent together.
Your life light extinguished suddenly
No time to prepare my heart for this.
I will muddle through my grief and tears
Hoping for a respite from the pain.
Happy memories tainted by grief
I can't stop the flow of memory.
For eleven years you were my friend
And you dear Jake will be sorely missed.
In Memory of Jacob Marley
(August 31, 1990 - September 5, 2001)
Pamela Colling
I search in vain for words that will express my emotions that are a jumbled mess. Rivulets of grief coursing down my cheeks, Will this pain continue for days or weeks?
Almost a year and words still will not flow Losing you was such a terrible blow. Still I turn around expecting to see You watching and waiting so trustingly.
In Memory of Nabisco Bear
Pamela Colling
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep;
Then you must do what must be done,
For this, the last battle can't be won.
You will be sad - I understand,
Don't let your grief then stay your hand;
For this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears;
You'd not want me to suffer so,
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see,
I know in time you will see,
it is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grief that it should be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close - we two these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears
-Author Unknown
Today I say good-bye to a dear friend, confidant and my beloved family member Tessa.
I will remember how she cheered me up.
I will remember her wonderfully chipper personality.
I will remember her maternal nurturing of orphaned kittens.
I will remember her playful nature.
I will remember her generous soul.
I will remember her piercing brown eyes.
I will remember her goofy little bounce in her step.
I will remember the days she ran like a newborn puppy.
I will remember when her legs were strong and comforting.
I will remember when her mind was fresh and clear.
I will remember how she loved to play in the snow in the winter of 2000.
I will remember the first day I met Tessa.
I will remember how much I love her.
I will remember her the way she was before my Tessa was taken from me sometime ago.
Today I say goodbye to my baby girl. I will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge when my time has come; until that day I will keep you close to my heart and remember that you are now playing in the snow, with your baby orphaned kitten Little Susan, running and playing full of energy. No more debilitating disease that robbed you and I of so many years, no more suffering, no more attempts to try and show me that you would recover, no more pretending that what is happening to you is not happening, no more selfishness from me, we released you this morning from your pain I am hopeful that you understand that I couldn't bare to watch you struggle so hard to take a step. The degeneration had progressed very quickly the last few days or maybe just acceptance that I was going to lose you made me open my eyes to see what was really happening to you. I don't know but from this moment forward I will remember you for who you were not for what became later.
I love you, Tessa.
Mom
His name was Sebastian. He was such a sweet baby boy. He had just turned one year old two days before. He was suddenly taken from us, due to an unknown congenital heart problem. His Daddy and I both miss him so much, so does his little brother Bailey. Guess we will see him in Heaven. We love you, Seb .
TF Christmas present to you Penelope was to let you go to the Bridge to be what you have not been in the 6 months we have tried to make you better. I understand from what I learned of your history that you had a really tough life. I hope we were able to make your last 6 months better. Life cheated you and yet you were always so grateful for a pet, loved your ears rubbed. I pray you are running and playing and knowing some day I will join you at the bridge because I did love you. You will be missed but I am happy for you to be in a much better place for you. (12/23/02)
Scotty, you were so handsome and so sick. I prayed you would get better and have the life you were meant to have. Although I know the cause of your death technically, I believe having your owner turn you in to a kill shelter is what really killed you. I believe you had no will to live and died of a broken heart. I am truly sorry for the pain emotionally and physically you had to endure. I pray you will know my heart when I join you at the bridge as I loved you the short time you were with me. Love and tears. I pray you are happy and at peace and know you were loved. Kit
Tory, you were much loved by foster mom who held you until your very last breath.
Benna - affectionate little purring kitty. Adventurous and loves to play with her siblings. A little nervous of strange animals but does adjust. As a bottle baby, she's used to lots of human attention. Date of birth about 5/1/03 Rest In Peace Baby you were loved.
Jodi developed Diabetes at the ripe ole age of one year old. Unfortunately before it was discovered what she was suffering from her body grew too frail to even get regulated for insulin injections. You were such a love Jodi and I hope you are playing happily at the Rainbow Bridge. Until we meet again... Mom
I will miss her so much, she was a happy little girl that despite having a rough start in life loved the world and everyone in it...there will never be another one like her. At least for awhile she knew she was loved.
In Loving Memory of Murray (1987-2005)
From the first feline to ever set velvet paw upon now ancient lands, to the last breath of the last cat at the world's frozen end, there was never, nor will there ever be, one so special and so loved as Murray is to me.
The stillness of his ever present absence silently shrieks at me from every room, every corner and every dappled sunny spot once occupied by his magnificent quintessence.
My heart aches to hold him again and feel his soft paws playfully pulling at my glasses, something he so often felt the need to do, repeatedly! A cat of contradictions, with nature complex, a gentle giant one moment, and a mischievous prankster the next.
One look from his intelligent eyes and I could read his mind as if it were my own. With facial expressions so compelling and eyes ever evocative, the meaning of his converse was concise yet inquisitive.
The loss I feel is deep and expansive. It is as though the best part of my own being is gone with him. I know that the mourning will lessen a bit with time, but I also know it will never really subside. Murray was an exceptional feline with purity of heart and spirit dignified. I feel like I have eternally lost my best friend.
I found Murray when I moved to a garage apartment in Abilene, Texas in February 1988. He was a stray about 1 year old. From the first moment we met, there was a feeling of compatibility and ease between us. Try as I might, I don't recall ever having to train Murray to stay off counters, not scratch furniture, not eat the plants, etc... The minute he came into my life, his easy going but elegant style always amazed me. Murray's only demand of me was that he be allowed to go outside and explore nature, as he had done before he decided to adopt me. Walking him on a leash and harness seemed like a good compromise. Again, I was so impressed by my boy. With not one protest or attempt to wriggle free, he accepted the leash and harness like he had worn one all his life. We even got to the point where I did not need to restrain him. We would take our walks like two chums catching up on the days events. He listened to me when I would tell him to come back, or turn a certain direction, or to stop all together. Like a child looking for encouragement, he would even make sure I was watching him when he did something especially cute or athletic, such as scratching a tree at a bizarre angle, or bounding and leaping at the grass like a furry little gymnast. As he aged, our walks continued, and 3 days before he died, he staggered over to the tree in our front lawn, and scratched like a kitten, looking back several times to make sure I saw. It took me sometime to swallow the lump in my throat, because although I did not want to admit it, I feared that was going to be the last time he ever scratched a tree. Murray enjoyed meeting people, especially toddlers. It was ironic though, because of his size many small children were a bit scared of him. He loved traveling to different places, especially other people's homes. I think it satisfied his nosey nature to snoop through an unknown house. Murray aged as gracefully as he lived. And the moment he passed, he was looking directly into my eyes, and I can only hope that in those last seconds he knew how much I love him, and felt peace and no pain.
Thank you for sharing this tribute for a truly unique cat with me.
Jennifer Holland
"Kitten will live as long as she is alive in your memory." (4/05)
Bubba Gump Wilson (January 1997 - May 10, 2005)
Although his life was way too short, we are so thankful for the time we had with him.
He was an unusual looking little guy. Everyone who saw him always asked "what is wrong with his feet?". In fact, there was nothing wrong with his feet, they were just a "little different" than most. He was about 4 feet long, with legs that were about 6 inches long and huge Basset hound feet and a long tail with a white tip at the end and weighed about 80 lbs. He had a gorgeous shiny black coat, a Labrador head and Basset ears and brown eyes that could melt any heart. At the cancer treatment center they dubbed him a "Lassett".
He had the most loving heart, sweetest disposition and never met a stranger. The only time he was ever "cross" about anything was when you cut his toenails (he hated that). We found out about the lymphoma sarcoma in February of 2004. We were devastated. He started chemotherapy in April of 2004.
We had an extra year with him we would not have had without the chemotherapy. During that year, he never complained about all the trips to the "vet" or all the many times they stuck him with the needles. The techs at the cancer center fell in love with him too and always made a special fuss over him whenever he was there. He somehow knew we were all trying our best to make him well again. One of his favorite things became (after the trip to the vet each time) a stop at the Krispy Kreme Donut shop to get a few donuts...how he loved those donuts!! He wanted so much to be with us and us with him, we fought so hard to save him.
Saying goodbye to our Bubba was the hardest thing we have ever had to do, but because we loved him so much and the cancer was no longer treatable we had to let him go. Our vet came to our home and Bubba died in our arms, surrounded by the people he loved the most and who loved him.
To have shared life with a dog like Bubba was truly a blessing. We feel so lost without him now, but he will forever be loved and in our hearts and we know that we will be together again someday.
Angel, I can't begin to thank you for all of the love and joy you brought to my life. For the past 4&1/2 years, you were the one constant source of unconditional love and acceptance that I could always count on to be there. When I was sick or feeling down, you never left me. You were either cuddled up on my chest, soothing me with you soft purring or you were curled up close to me watching over me to make sure I was OK. I always looked forward to you greeting me at the door every night as if you had been waiting for me to come home. You couldn't wait to tell me all about you day with that sweet little meow. It is so quiet and lonely here without you. I miss your little voice every time I walk through that door. I miss how you cuddled up on my chest at bedtime and how you would stay there purring as I drifted off to sleep. I'll never forget how you used to make biscuits on my chest and stomach when I would hold you and stroke that beautiful, soft fur.. I am convinced that you were petting me back. I loved that mischievious look you would get when we played "Gut the Bunny" or when you would attack my hand under the sheets. You liked being my little Stinker!
Angel, you were, and always will be my very special kitty. Please wait for me one last time. I pray that someday I will see you at Rainbow Bridge. Until then, know that I will keep you in my heart and you will always have my love.
Good-bye for now my sweet Angel. Someday we will be together again.
(01/02/2005)
Dennis
Louie was inherited 10/16/03 when I purchased a house. He was no longer wanted by his owner and they did not want to take Louie with them. He was left outside to fend for himself. When I first met Louie his tail was badly infected from a vicious bite from some unknown animal. I rushed him to the Vet where he had emergency surgery to amputate his tail. Louie was a senior cat, 20 lbs and not easy on the eyes. I adopted him personally and fell in love with this big ole purrball. He slept by my head and purred me to sleep every night. He got along with all the other cats and just asked to be loved in return. I did that and I got so much more from him than I think he ever got from me. He had so much tolerance and forgiveness even to those who hurt him. I wish to be more like Louie. I miss you big guy but I still feel you purring me to sleep. Love, til I see you again at the bridge from Momma Kit (01/05/06)
My Elsa Julia went over the Raindow Bridge today. She was 17 years old and I got her when she was 5 from Operation Kindness-she came in as a biter and I fostered her and adopted her since the odds of her ever finding a home where slim ....she never really trusted people she learned to trust me and I will miss her.
My precious baby kitten, Noelle, you were such a special baby. You were lost and were brought to me for care. I thought you were so beautiful and sweet that I kept you for my own instead of fostering you for adoption. I am so glad that I loved and spoiled you as much as I could for the short time I had you (only 4 months). You were only 8 months old, and this picture that was taken after being a part of my life for only 3 months shows how healthy you once were. That FIP virus ravaged your tiny young body in such a short time. I will miss you so much it hurts me to even think about it. I know you are now a special little fluffy white angel at the Rainbow Bridge just waiting for me to join you. I look at your picture and think of you often. I am just so, so sorry that we didn't have more time together here. Please know that you will stay in my thoughts and in my heart forever.
Otie, you were the biggest talker. Not too many understood you which is why I kept you instead of adopting you out many years ago. You were so special and loving. You talked and purred me to sleep every night by my head. I always knew where you were because you told me in plain cat language. I feel so lucky to have had you in my life and my heart. I will be happy to see you at the Rainbow Bridge when its my turn. Sweet dreams little man. I love you. Mamma Kit (07/18/06)
Rhi Rhi, I will give her freedom to go to the Rainbow Bridge so she does not have to suffer anymore.
I do not know who will supervise my haircutting sessions any more but guess she will have to supervise from above.
I loved this baby from the time I fed her bottles to her til I held her in my arms as the pink juice sent her to the Rainbow Bridge where she will not be sick any more and she will await my coming for her. (09/2006)
Dear Kitt and Karin,
We both want to thank-you for all your warmest thoughts and wishes. I let Tiffany read today all of your messages...she was very touched.
Attached is a picture taken today of Tiffany and Davina on their hot pink lip sofa together. That cat used to lay upside down on that sofa.
Tiffany also took the time to write something that she would like to have as her tribute to her kitty.
Davina was a gorgeous kitty inside and out. She never would bite, scratch, nor hurt you. She was a kitty of Love, sweetness, kindness, beauty, intelligence, and more than all of that she will forever remain special in my heart.
Whenever she looked at you all you saw were eyes of innocence and trust. For me whenever she looked at me with her silver blue eyes...those eyes were like stars in heaven......as she is now at the rainbow bridge.
Davina used to love exploring everything and eveyone. Loved to play with all kinds of weird bugs and lizard things..leaving them pasted up on the walls for my mama to find. Her favorite toys seemed to be plug covers. I used to throw them and she always retrieve them to me like a dog.
Upon her first week in my house it took her only 20 minutes to learn the importance of the refrigerator and it's FOOD contents. Hence ever time the refrigerator was opened Davina would always come running a hundred miles an hour to get inside to see what she could smell. Ultimately her favorite was always chicken over any kind of fish or seafood. Besides her normal kitty food. Whenever my mama cooked chicken that cat was always rubbing her tail in and around our leggs....just to let us know she was there....if we ignored her she would always take her right front paw and use it like a human hand and tap our legg's ..then meowing......whenever she even smelled the odor of chicken she purred the entire time until she was fed. Then after that if she didn't feel satisfied she would literally go "garbage can diving"...many times all you would see would just be her big fluffy tail hanging out of the garbage can flip- flop lid.
Davina had her few kitty enemies...like kitty bath times, the vacume cleaner, noisy garbage bags, and really loud noises from clanging pans in the kitchen.
Davina did many things that I have never see an animal do before and too many to list here for you all to read. BUT, I have wonderful memories of this special and unique kitty always in my heart.
Davina and I were room mates. I considered her my baby. Every time I held her warm little fluffy body in my arms I always felt warm purring love noises from her. I will always love her in my heart and never forget her.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
WELCOME AT RAINBOW BRIDGE 
Lancelot, you were such a treasure. I loved you (04/00).
To my very sweet and dear milk mustache kitty, Kalvin. Your passing came as such a shock to me. You were so special to me and to everyone who came to the house. You will be so missed by many especially me. When I get to the Rainbow Bridge I pray you will be waiting for me and we will be together always. I love you. Mom 
Gromit. He loved kitties as the poor guy lived in a house with the rule-cats are always in charge! I am sure they are together-and your Kalvin is charming all the beasts with his beautiful mustache. I can only pray that he and Kalvin are playing together in the new arrivals section of heaven. If they sort by age groups-they are in the same class. Poor us-for having to be here without them. Joni Pk 
Ozzie was so loving and his life completed mine. He will be in my heart always. M J (06/2000) 
This big old boy that had been so tough throughout his life, told me at the very end that it was the right time by his acceptance of everyone. My Bernie, who had been so vicious to everyone except for us, was kind to everyone at the end. He let me know in his way that this was what he wanted, and that it was alright to let go. This was the gift that he gave me yesterday, a gift that only I would notice and understand. 
In memory of Cassie who was very loved and is missed. (6/20/00)
Saboo.. We miss you so much! We miss your purr that would get so loud you would soundlike you were ready to take off. We miss your kisses and even though you did not whack Mom on her leg, we both miss that as well. We know feeding time was your favorite time of day and we miss seeing how excited you would get at breakfast, dinner or snacks. No one drinks from the faucet any more. We miss seeing those big, baby blue eyes sometimes as crossed as they could be. You were such a sweet boy! We will forever love and have our Booman in our hearts, but we are thankful for the time we were blessed with you.
Misty... We miss you so much! We miss your talking to wake us up, or banging on the picture if we didn't respond as quickly as you would have liked. We miss your licking our blanket and we even miss you eating whatever plastic you could find. We miss the times you would bolt up the counter to the top of the refrigerator, to the top of the cabinets and made your sounds of the wild. We cannot believe how quiet our home is without you! But most of all we just miss our little Misty Sue. You will forever be in our hearts and a part of our family. We are thankful though for the time we were blessed with you. We will always love you - Mom and Dad 
Brandy was the best birthday present I ever had. I only wish she knew how much she will be missed." (Feb 2, 1988 - Jan 15, 2001)
Beauty, you were so pretty and I could tell you wanted to be loved so badly . It was the saddest thing I had to do to put you to sleep. Thank you for letting me love you before you died and for the hugs that came just before you died. I guess you did know all along I loved you and cared about you. May you be at peace and waiting at the Rainbow Bridge when it is my time. Mom (3/6/01) 
Harley was such a joy to have in my life. He had no teeth, severe hip, leg and spine issues that were being treated with steroid shots and rimadyl to keep him out of pain and thyroid medications to balance him out. He fought a hard battle but his mind began failing him. Harley carried his bricks with him everywhere he went and slept with them gathered in his blankets. I have a huge collection of them in my home now that are a reminder to me of his charming personality. There was nothing I could do to help him with his mind. His vets said I made the only call I could but my heart is heavy with sadness and the silence that now fills my home. He was still full of life and very talkative when he came to me even with all he had been through. The last three months of his life I believe he was happy and spoiled. He came to me at a mere 78 pounds and left this world close to 100 lbs with his coat full and back to what it should have been. I knew taking him in that this day would come but it came differently than expected.
It is a sad day at Treasured Friends as we had to say good bye to our miracle baby today . He survived more diseases than most ever come in contact with and he had the best disposition. happy, playful and affectionate til the end. He was very special and remains in Treasured Friends hearts always. We will all see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Dancer. We love you. 
Myron you were such a sweet, loving, good baby. I am so grateful for the eight years I had with you. You taught me much about patience, tolerance and love. I hated saying good bye for now, My My. You are alive and well in my heart. All my love, Mom (4/15/01)
To our Angel: Although you were with us only a few short days, we loved you and miss you very much. I don't know where you came from, but whoever dumped you off in the rain was not worthy of you. We tried as hard as we could to make you well, but the sickness that wracked your little body finally won. I only wish I could have known you when you were healthy, so I could have felt you rub on my legs, and watched you play. Making the decision to help you to the Bridge was one of the hardest I've ever had to make, but I know you were ready to go. Please know that your life and death were not in vain; your spirit will be here with us always. Please feel the love we continue to send your way. Wait for me with my other babies at the bridge, and we will all be together again when the time is right. (4/18)
Kimba there will never be another one like you. You gave new meaning to the word persistence! You did it so lovingly, it worked most of the time. I miss you cuddling under my chin at night and pushing me off the bed. You were some kind of special to me and I pray there is a rainbow bridge where we will be together again. 
Valentine, you changed so much in the years you were with me. I cannot believe someone would throw you out on the tollway when you were no bigger than my hand. You were always a little frightened and Ican understand why. But you knew I loved you and that was all that really mattered to you.
Teddy Bear, you were so cuddly and affectionate. I saw more of your tummy than your back always. You are forever in my heart and I will continue to name the sweetest kittens after you in hopes you will give them some of your affectionate, loving nature.
Ramses The Great "A Very Large Cat" Devoted Best Friend and the Love of My Life
Jaco, I loved you dearly and so did your dad. I have never seen a cat drink water out of cupped paws before you nor have I ever seen a cat clean himself in his drinking water first. You were so loving and sweet natured and I am grateful to have had you in my life the years I was gifted with your presence. Good by til I see you at the Bridge. Wait for me, Jaco. I will be most delighted to find you again. Love, Mom and Dad. (8/21/01)
In Memory of Jack (9/7/01)
Patches crossed the Rainbow bidge on January 8, 2002 It will be the little things that I will remember, the quiet moments when we had coffee together, the way you would greet me when I came home from work. The laughter at your antics. these memories I know will help to push away my pain of losing you. I will always love you, Mom.
Faith came to us when she was about 5 (thank you, Janet Wheeler) and stayed until she was about 20 (thank you, Faith). A model of tolerance, her etiquette did not allow her to hiss or tussle or perform the "Kitty 500" like some of her equally beloved companions. A good indoor jumper and hunter in her youth, eventually she preferred following the sun from one window to another for a catnap, or purring and staring at us until she received good scratching and new food. In her memory and honor, eat something you love, enjoy your favorite pastime and relax, and next time something seems about to bug you, don't let it get you down. Lucky to be loved by her, we loved her dearly. Karen and Richard
On Aug 21, '01, I took Buttons to be groomed. Bocci was waiting for me in a cage by the shop door and called to me in his raspy little voice. Like in a dream I knew he was my cat and I was his mom. A bond that might have taken years to develop happened in an instant. Treasured Friends had rescued him from a shelter. He was maybe 5 years old, so starved he weighed less than 4 lbs, so inbred his nostrils were sealed, he had to breathe through his mouth, born with only one kidney, and his nose and mouth were so compressed his tongue peaked out under his little nose almost all the time. Exactly 5 months later on Mon, Jan 21, '02, he was playing with his "bocci ball" and a piece of yarn, purring and happy at noon. By 4 pm, he was gone, his heart broke. It turned out there was one more defect hiding from us: an enlarged heart, just waiting for some fatal trigger. How ironic. Of course an enlarged heart - what he lacked in physical perfection, he made up for in sweetness. A more loving, gentle, & tenderhearted kitty could not be found. Time set no limits on the depth of love we shared. I did treasure every moment I had with him. Every stroke and snuggle. Every head-bump and kiss. Every frisky moment of soccer with the "bocci ball." Every call in the dark to make sure I was near. And now all those precious memories are breaking my heart as they come flooding to my mind at any random moment and I cry out "I miss you Bocci". 
Snookie had her leg amputated when she was three weeks old, but this never slowed her down. Snookie fought every step of the way and purred loudly the whole time. She taught us if you can't run fast enough run sideways and that no obstacle is too tall to climb. Snookie even made the meanest cat in the world who hates everyone, fall in love with her. I still watch for Snookie to come hopping out to greet me when I come home and I still check where I'm stepping just to make sure she's not under my feet. She was happy all eight weeks of her life but the Lord decided she would be happier with him. Snookie we all dearly miss you and plan to see you again someday.
Sylvie was my special baby & my oldest.We had heard what we thought was a baby crying so went to look. In our side yard on top of our wood fence was the most beautiful furry cat we had seen. We looked to see what sex it was but that was impossible due to it's fur being so thick & fluffy & the cat not wanting us to explore it! We assumed it was a boy & named it Sylvester since it looked like him.How original!! We barely had it a few weeks when my hubby woke me at 5am & pointed down to a motor boat noise coming from a very proud MAMA cat beside our bed.The cat got a name change to Sylvie & she became the queen of the house.She was such a prim & proper cat about sitting & lying down. She never layed out or slouched.She sat like a Sphinx or straight up.She didn't liked to be combed or brushed so she got shaved a few times because of that. She actually seemed to enjoy it afterwards. 
Today I say good-bye to a dear friend, confidant and my beloved family member Tessa. 
His name was Sebastian. He was such a sweet baby boy. He had just turned one year old two days before. He was suddenly taken from us, due to an unknown congenital heart problem. His Daddy and I both miss him so much, so does his little brother Bailey. Guess we will see him in Heaven. We love you, Seb . 
TF Christmas present to you Penelope was to let you go to the Bridge to be what you have not been in the 6 months we have tried to make you better. I understand from what I learned of your history that you had a really tough life. I hope we were able to make your last 6 months better. Life cheated you and yet you were always so grateful for a pet, loved your ears rubbed. I pray you are running and playing and knowing some day I will join you at the bridge because I did love you. You will be missed but I am happy for you to be in a much better place for you. (12/23/02) 
Scotty, you were so handsome and so sick. I prayed you would get better and have the life you were meant to have. Although I know the cause of your death technically, I believe having your owner turn you in to a kill shelter is what really killed you. I believe you had no will to live and died of a broken heart. I am truly sorry for the pain emotionally and physically you had to endure. I pray you will know my heart when I join you at the bridge as I loved you the short time you were with me. Love and tears. I pray you are happy and at peace and know you were loved. Kit
Tory, you were much loved by foster mom who held you until your very last breath.
Benna - affectionate little purring kitty. Adventurous and loves to play with her siblings. A little nervous of strange animals but does adjust. As a bottle baby, she's used to lots of human attention. Date of birth about 5/1/03 Rest In Peace Baby you were loved.
Jodi developed Diabetes at the ripe ole age of one year old. Unfortunately before it was discovered what she was suffering from her body grew too frail to even get regulated for insulin injections. You were such a love Jodi and I hope you are playing happily at the Rainbow Bridge. Until we meet again... Mom
I will miss her so much, she was a happy little girl that despite having a rough start in life loved the world and everyone in it...there will never be another one like her. At least for awhile she knew she was loved.
In Loving Memory of Murray (1987-2005)
"Kitten will live as long as she is alive in your memory." (4/05)
Bubba Gump Wilson (January 1997 - May 10, 2005) 
Angel, I can't begin to thank you for all of the love and joy you brought to my life. For the past 4&1/2 years, you were the one constant source of unconditional love and acceptance that I could always count on to be there. When I was sick or feeling down, you never left me. You were either cuddled up on my chest, soothing me with you soft purring or you were curled up close to me watching over me to make sure I was OK. I always looked forward to you greeting me at the door every night as if you had been waiting for me to come home. You couldn't wait to tell me all about you day with that sweet little meow. It is so quiet and lonely here without you. I miss your little voice every time I walk through that door. I miss how you cuddled up on my chest at bedtime and how you would stay there purring as I drifted off to sleep. I'll never forget how you used to make biscuits on my chest and stomach when I would hold you and stroke that beautiful, soft fur.. I am convinced that you were petting me back. I loved that mischievious look you would get when we played "Gut the Bunny" or when you would attack my hand under the sheets. You liked being my little Stinker!
Louie was inherited 10/16/03 when I purchased a house. He was no longer wanted by his owner and they did not want to take Louie with them. He was left outside to fend for himself. When I first met Louie his tail was badly infected from a vicious bite from some unknown animal. I rushed him to the Vet where he had emergency surgery to amputate his tail. Louie was a senior cat, 20 lbs and not easy on the eyes. I adopted him personally and fell in love with this big ole purrball. He slept by my head and purred me to sleep every night. He got along with all the other cats and just asked to be loved in return. I did that and I got so much more from him than I think he ever got from me. He had so much tolerance and forgiveness even to those who hurt him. I wish to be more like Louie. I miss you big guy but I still feel you purring me to sleep. Love, til I see you again at the bridge from Momma Kit (01/05/06) 
My Elsa Julia went over the Raindow Bridge today. She was 17 years old and I got her when she was 5 from Operation Kindness-she came in as a biter and I fostered her and adopted her since the odds of her ever finding a home where slim ....she never really trusted people she learned to trust me and I will miss her.
My precious baby kitten, Noelle, you were such a special baby. You were lost and were brought to me for care. I thought you were so beautiful and sweet that I kept you for my own instead of fostering you for adoption. I am so glad that I loved and spoiled you as much as I could for the short time I had you (only 4 months). You were only 8 months old, and this picture that was taken after being a part of my life for only 3 months shows how healthy you once were. That FIP virus ravaged your tiny young body in such a short time. I will miss you so much it hurts me to even think about it. I know you are now a special little fluffy white angel at the Rainbow Bridge just waiting for me to join you. I look at your picture and think of you often. I am just so, so sorry that we didn't have more time together here. Please know that you will stay in my thoughts and in my heart forever.
Otie, you were the biggest talker. Not too many understood you which is why I kept you instead of adopting you out many years ago. You were so special and loving. You talked and purred me to sleep every night by my head. I always knew where you were because you told me in plain cat language. I feel so lucky to have had you in my life and my heart. I will be happy to see you at the Rainbow Bridge when its my turn. Sweet dreams little man. I love you. Mamma Kit (07/18/06) 
Rhi Rhi, I will give her freedom to go to the Rainbow Bridge so she does not have to suffer anymore. 
Dear Kitt and Karin,
Derby 1995 – 2006.