Rainbow Bridge.
This page is dedicated to all our furries, and the love, comfort and friendship they
have given, with loyalty, and without judgement, to us over the years.
Sunlight
streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor....
then I remember,
it's where you used to lie,
but now you are no
more.
Our feet walk down
a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound....
then I remember,
It's where your paws would joyously abound.
A voice is heard
along the road,
and up beyond the
hill,
then I remember it can't be yours....
your golden voice is still.
But I'll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall.
I'll wrap these treasured memorials
in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend
until we meet above.
~Author Unknown~
MERLIN 31/1/2004--16/6/2011
Merlin, my beautiful Moo Moo, was my first Siamese, a thoroughly modern boy. Moo has finally lost his battle, after a long illness. As much as I desperately wanted him to stay, I felt it was time and he didn't need to deal with any more. I took him to the vet and he went to sleep in my arms for the last time on Thursday.
He was a tiny boy, but he was such a huge irreplaceable presence in my life. Always there when I got home from work, he'd launch into my arms as soon as I walked in the door, or if I stood still for any length of time, he saw it as an invitation to be cuddled. He slept on my bed from day one, usually he'd sleep wrapped around my head, or I would wake up in the morning with a stiff neck, because he was "lording it" in the middle of the pillow and had pushed me right off it. He would follow me from room to room while I was doing my house work (just keeping an eye on things). He wasn't a huge talker, but boy when he did, there was no mistaking WHO it was yelling out to you. Friends often referred to him as "the alien", (but never in ear shot) but his purrsonality sure made up for it, everyone who met him just fell in love with his beautiful nature. He was always so accepting of the new comers, he never saw them as a threat, just some one else to love.
I've had a bit of ill health in the last couple of years, and Moo was my ever present friend, he was never far from my side, and if I had to be in bed (which was often) he was right there with me, keeping an eye on me. I'm sure he knew and just wanted to make sure I was ok.
He's left a huge hole in my heart, and I'm going to miss him so much, ill be forever grateful for being able to spend 7 years sharing my life with this beautiful boy.
CHLOE'S STORY . 1998-2010
Chloe was "adopted" from a farm where she had been dumped, she had been surviving on scraps and who knows what else. I was told about her, and told she was a long haired tortoiseshell. When I arrived to look at her, she had NO hair !!!! She was bald all but a ruff around her neck and head, she was unbelievably emaciated, and I was certain she wouldn't live long at al, without lots of TLC. I took her to the local vet first and set out on a quest to "rebuild" her. Firstly a bath in "anti itch shampoo" was in order, as her bare skin was covered in scabs, (an allergy to the herb garden she had been sleeping in), good nutrition to get some meat on those bones, she had legs like a chicken, and a hard bloated belly from malnutrition. Chloe looked like an old, old cat, but on closer inspection, she still had her baby teeth !!! So she was probably only about 6 months old. I fed her the best quality food, wormed her, gave her vitamin supplements, and still she didn't put on weight. I scratched my head and wondered why in the 8 weeks we had had her she didn't seem to be getting any bigger, though she now had a glorious healthy coat.
I came in from work one night and when I couldn't find her, I just thought she was hiding under my bed, as she did because she was still very timid. I eventually found her and she presented me with five tiny kittens !!! Any wonder I couldn't get any weight on her, she must have been about 1 week pregnant when we got her and the kittens had taken everything out of her. So much so, that when she lost her kitten teeth, she never got any adult ones, so she spent most of her time with her tongue hanging out. It took about a year before she started to gain any weight after her bad start and caring for the babies.
We found homes for all the kittens, and Chloe went on to live for about 12 years. She never did become an out going confident cat, she was always shy around strangers, she stayed about the size of a 6 month old kitten, but she was a very gentle loving little cat, who loved nothing more to cuddle up on your knee. Chloe had a funny little run, when you looked at her from behind, she sort of "minced" along, like she was running on tippy toes.
PRISCILLA'S STORY. 1998-2011
Priscilla, was one of Chloe's kittens. She also was a long haired tortoiseshell, but a lot darker than her mother. So was her purrsonality. Priscilla, learnt her behaviour from her mother, and like Chloe spent a lot of time under the bed in the beginning. It took ages to win her trust even though she had been born into the household. She never really liked people. So Prissy just did her own thing. If you approached her, she would run away, or she would sit and eye you with suspicion. If she wanted to be patted though, it was a different story, she would wander over, let you pat her, and then walk away when she had, had enough.
Priscilla went to sleep in my arms, for the last time on the 13th May this year 2011, at the age of 13.
