My giant tuxxy boy Sebastian and my brindle king Maverick. You guys don't know how much your support meant when I lost them both. Thanks Emma.
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The Wolf's Christmas
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Posted 5 months ago by HuddysMama #
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I'm not sure why I thought you just meant this year but now that I reread it, I want to add all my Aby furbabies.
Nike - a very smart (even for an Aby) ruddy girl who was the softest cat I've ever petted. She could open drawers and loved to open and sleep in my nightie drawer. We lost her to CRF in 1999.
Reebok - not the brightest boy in the world but one of the sweetest. He was a red Aby (Nike's wombmate). He use to put his arms around my neck and make nuzzling noises under my chin. Also lost to CRF one year and one day after Nike left us.
Blue Suede Shoes - a skinny blue Aby with an attitude. When her bowl was empty she would sit in front of you and smack you on the knee until you give her more food. She was the first cat we had who had to be under the covers with us all night. She was related to Nike and Reebok, and she also succumbed to CRF.
MC (short for MicroCat) a friend gave him to us because he kept sneaking outside at her house and she was afraid the coyotes would get him. He loved to play and anything he found was a toy. We had him for one wonderful year when a dumb vet misdiagnosed him as having a cold when he actually had a blocked bladder. By the time we figured out he didn't have a cold, it was too late to save him. Turns out the same vet had misdiagnosed many pets in our neighbourhood, and he has since decided to find another career.
Posted 5 months ago by CheetahBoysmommy #
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I too have loved and lost many wonderful kitties over the years, but the one that I miss the most was my Squint. He was my soul-mate kitty. He had only one eye and that eye had pretty limited sight. He was a big brown tabby and every day when I came home from work would run toward me then flop down on his back with a grunt so I would give him a tummy rub before going a step further. He weighed 17 pounds the day he disappeared, three years ago, never to be seen again. I miss him terribly, even though the other 7 cats try to console me.
Posted 5 months ago by Ouize in Central FL (6/19) #
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Emma I always love to hear about my babies at the bridge. You always paint such a lovely, comforting picture for all of us to enjoy! At the bridge, I have:
Katie - tiny little tortie Siamese/Hymalain mix.
Snowman - Big ol' love bug - Flamepoint Siamese/Hymalain
lil' Cheeper - tiny little striped black and grey shy girl
Mini - Big girl, sharp and sassy - light grey and black stripes
Megan - Little acrobat girl - light grey and black stripes.
Rusty - Big ol' headbonking sweetie - Orange
Whiskers - Little old man! Sweet and shy moo cow honey.I just know they have been having a wonderful time with all of their new friends. Ok, now I have tears in my eyes just thinking of how much I miss them all!
Posted 5 months ago by debsterwiz #
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I mostly lurk here a lot lately vs posting, but Miss Emma, I always love your stories about the Wolf and the Meadow, they bring tears to my eyes. Thankfully my "inside kitties" (Tux, Ginger & Lissa) are all in good health.
In the last year or two, we did a lot of T/N/R on feral cats in our neighborhood - the population got too big. We still care for our "outside kitties" they are all doing well: two brothers (Commander and TJ) and their mama (Munchie). However, due to wild animals, disease and other factors, we have lost 4 of our little colony since last summer.
It would be so good if you can mention the ones who did not make it: Bob, Gilligan (a tabby girl), Timmy and Little Buddy (brothers of TJ and Commander). I think about them often and hope they are now in the Meadow and not scared or hurting.
Thanks for all your wonderful stories and Merry Christmas to all!! God Bless You....
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Please can you mention Suki (medium length haired tuxie with amazing green eyes -adored a good cheddar cheese) Polly (all black with a coat as soft as satin velvet, long legged and always very slender) and Hepburn who drowned so young in a neighbour's waterbutt, because he had forgotten to put the lid back on. She was also a short-haired all black girl, but her coat was a little rougher than Polly's. She was Garbo's litter sister. Garbo is lying beside me on the rug as I type this.
Posted 5 months ago by Pollys_Mum_in_UK_2605 #
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We said goodbye to Zappo this August. His kidneys failed after 19 years. He weighed about 12 lbs, was a brown "wild-type mackerel tabby" with a white chin, chest, and forepaws. His tail had tabby rings and a black tip. He had a very thick although shorthair coat, designed for the Iowa winters where he was born a farm cat. When he was young, he would jump up and grab his DaBird toy out of the air. Even in his geriatric years, he could intimidate the Orange Intruder (neighbor's cat) and take down pesky little kitten Catkin who thought Granpa was fun to ride like a horse. Until he got really old and creaky, he used to get up with me in the dark early morning when no-one else was up, and would wait in the hallway for me to come home at night. We miss you, Zappo.
I would also appreciate mention of may dad's cat Velvet. She was a pet-quality Cornish Rex, dilute tortoiseshell but almost entirely gray except for a cream patch on her chin. She had funny crinkly whiskers which always broke off, and sort of peach-fuzz coat with curls only over her shoulders and upper back. She was an amazing acrobat who slept on the rafters in the unfinished basement, walked on curtain rods and on the tops of doors. Even in her last year and despite being overweight, she would jump from the floor onto the narrow edge of the laundry tub with accuracy. She was supposed to be my sister's cat, but decided that my dad, who did not like cats, was going to be her human, and converted him into a cat person! She loved him and sat on his lap, demanded to be carried, and slept curled next to him. She had little use for anyone except my dad. She didn't have interactions with other cats, but I doubt she would have gotten along with any cat who tried to get in her way. And she liked to bite to show her displeasure- my dad had to board her as she becae diabetic, and the staff preferred that my dad handle her. He had to give her injectable medications- she was a "pill-at-your-own-risk" cat. He tried a pill gun once- and she bit his hand! She developed cancer in her teens and it was not discovered until it had spread through her chest/abdominal cavity, and was euthanized in January 2009. She was a character and will never be forgotten.
And there was a little tortoiseshell I called Tabitha when I was in college. She and her van-patterned brother lived near the dorms, and people fed them and someone made them a shelter. I was going to relocate them to my mom's house; they would not have been allowed inside but I thought they would be safer. I planned to try one weekend- okay, I was young and foolish and thought I could grab her and shove her in a carrier- but her brother wasn't there so I didn't try. I found her body by the roadside when i returned Monday- she had been hit by a car outside the dorms. Her brother disappeared shortly thereafter. I have always felt so guilty for not catching her.
Posted 5 months ago by Kiplings_cat #
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Sweet Emma! How dear of you. Wilbur, the sweet kitty that sleeps in a little pocket in my heart. My little nameless tabby who tried so hard and I lost her after only 6 days. It broke my heart but I know that Wilbur was there to nuzzle her when she got to the meadow. Thank you so much. Abbey and I talk about you all the time and it always brings us a smile. Love ya dear one.
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Emma, I cannot wait to read the Christmas story - I know that it will be a very special part of the holidays.
Well, I think that you know most of my babies, but...
There was my sweet little Mandy. Mr. WWM got her for me as a birthday gift when we were stationed at Ft. Meade, Maryland. She was a beautiful black kitty. It was my first time away from home, and I was lonely and a bit nervous about learning how things worked in the Army. Mandy was my constant companion, and like any good Army brat, she had to move many times but never complained. She was 18 when she left us but I still think of her as a kitten, climbing up onto Mr. WWM's desk and stealing pipecleaners.
When Mr. WWM was in grad school at the University of Texas, we were in the tiny front yard of our duplex one evening with my parents and grandparents. Along came two women walking on the sidewalk and behind them, as if in a parade, a tiny black kitten. When he saw us, he made a sharp right turn and marched right up and demanded to be picked up. He was covered in fleas, poor little mite, We named him Willie and he loved nothing better than to curl up in the crook of a neck and suck on earlobes. Willie was an exceptional Army kitty and he even wore a Beat Navy tag on his collar. One day he brought an enormous black snake home when we lived at Ft. Belvoir. Well, we were actually never certain who brought who home. When we lived on post, Willie thought he was the official greeter and would go over to welcome any new neighbors. Everyone loved him - he had more personality than any kitty we have ever been owned by.
When we lost Willie at age 18, I thought that maybe that was it for kitties. But we moved to Farmington, NM and our house was just a house without a kitty. Off we went to the local pound in search of a black kitty. We had barely begun to look at the kitties when two little orange paws came through a cage door and tapped Mr. WWM. It was a small kitty with a furrowed brow and a great need to be loved. But he was orange!!! No matter, Mr. WWM had to have him and so he was named Skimbleshanks and lived with us for 17 years. Skimble was very fond of cinnamon rolls and would jump in our laps and try to bat at any roll that might be approaching a mouth.
Later that same day I returned to the pound alone to find our black kitten. It had to be a kitten that Skimble would like so I would put kittens with him to see what happened. There was a tiny little black kitten that Skimble seemed to fall in love with and so he made the decision that she should come home with us. She was my precious Bombalurina, which seemed an awfully long name for such a tiny girl and so we called her Bomber. Bomber loved, loved, loved to eat and I'm afraid that she became quite round as we could not resist feeding such a teeny girl. She had an opinion on everything and voiced it so that there was no doubt what she was saying. She slept on my pillow every night and sometimes she fixed my hair while other nights she gave me a facial with her little pink tongue. She was my baby and I still miss that sweetest little girl.
All cats go to heaven, right?
Posted 5 months ago by WillowandWindismom #
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WWM, since cats don't really possess the notion of "good" and "bad" any more than a small child does, it seems to me that they should go to heaven. Unfortunately, I cannot find any theological/liturgical support for that opinion, but hey, there is no (scientific) evidence for any belief, so we can hope!
Posted 5 months ago by Kiplings_cat #
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I have had and lost so many kitts over the years, but my precious Gizmo was my most recent loss, and you all knew of him. I still tear up when I think of him and miss him so. He was a beautiful, gentle, buff/yellow and white kitt with the most adorable squishy face ♥ He joins Rosie, Smoky, Stormy, Reggie, Tigger and Bandit at the Bridge.
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Oh the babies that were part of my life!
Snoopy, part persian, beautiful gray and white longhair with the greenest emerald eyes and polydactyl toes...Patches, my big tabby and white tom with the crook in the last inch of his tail. I rescued him and he knew it. He was my special buddy for many years. He and Snoopy's three litters of kittens were all polydactyl.
Sid, my beautiful big orange Buddha cat, with big green eyes. We got him right after we were married. He slept on my pillow from the very first night.
Tansey and Basil came after Sid. Basil was a huge orange boy with yellow eyes. Tansey was my beautiful diluted tortie with amber eyes who left us January 4 2011
Hermes, my silver-shaded lovebug; 20 pounds of purring love and a smooshy face with a snaggletooth
And Luna and Willow, just one year old, still playing like kittens and learning the joy of sleeping under the covers on a cold night.
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My sister-in-law, also a cat person, gave me a beautiful plaque for Christmas a couple of years ago. It says, "Heaven..... where every cat you have ever loved is waiting for you at the gate". It was the perfect gift!
Posted 5 months ago by WillowandWindismom #
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I'm so sorry, Emma... but the newest arrival at the bridge is Cammie. She would have arrived around noon today.
She was one of our two outdoor ferals, with a 4 inch stump of a tail, longer, thick fur, and a tortie coat that was mostly dull reddish and agouti-ticked, and big, round eyes in a slightly Persian-type face. If she laid down to sleep on a pile of leaves, she was very hard to see. This is one of our last photos of her.
http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s201/anncetera/IMAG0187.jpg
Living outdoors, she'd gained a big belly, but last night it didn't feel firm. Her appetite was a bit off, too. But we had no idea she was so sick, until last night I felt how big her belly was. It's very hard to see, what with all her fur. But her shoulders were sharp, not filled out with flesh; and she left wet food on the plate. She never left wet food on her plate!
The vet said she was very sorry, but her diagnosis was FIP (wet). Cammie's lungs were already mostly filled with fluid, and she was having a hard time finding a comfortable position where she could also still breathe.
We brushed her, combed her, and petted her for a few minutes, while talking with her. She'd come so far, for a feral cat! It used to be that she'd not allow me to come within 10 feet of her. But today, she headbutted my hand and insisted on ear rubs.
She was calm, warm, petted, and as comfortable as we could make her. Then the vet administered the sequence of injections, first a sedative, then the lethal dose.
It would be nice to think she's curled up in a nice warm spot of sunshine, since that was her very favorite place to sleep.
I hate that we couldn't do more for her, but at least she didn't die cold, alone, and with the fear and panic that comes with the feeling of suffocation.
Posted 5 months ago by anncetera2 #
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Thank you both, Emma and Kilroy. For the most part, she didn't have an easy life, but I'm grateful for what comfort and ease I could provide her. She was one of the more difficult ferals for me to work with, at least partly due to damage from what was likely a long-ago auto accident. But she eventually came round and learned to see at least me and Glenn as beneficial and almost non-scary people.
It's been a difficult couple of months, to be one of my cats. I'm hopeful this trend doesn't continue, at least not for a while; it's so difficult, every single time. Glenn has been by my side every step of the way, and words cannot describe my gratitude for his love and support.
Posted 5 months ago by anncetera2 #
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Ann, Cammie is beautiful, an autumn leaf kit. She will be having so much fun with the leaves in the Meadow.
Posted 5 months ago by Moonshadow_NZ #
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{{{Cammie}}} {{{Ann & Glenn}}} you are both angels to have given her love and caring until her crossing. Just looked at the picture of Cammie, she was absolutely beautiful.
Posted 5 months ago by AZDEBRA 5/27 & crew #
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Emma, would you please include Whiskers? She was a tiny little grey kitten who I adopted at all if six weeks back in 1988 from a coworker whose cat had gotten out before her spay appointment and had five kittens (4 boys and one girl). Whiskers was a very shy and scared little kitten whom I should have adopted with one of her brothers. She was born on February 29, 1988 and lived till January 28, 2005. She looked liked a blue British shorthair and had a very thick and soft fur coat. I was a first time cat owner and very naive about taking care of a kitten. I did the best I could but going through a frustrating and dark time in my life, she didn't get a lot of love or attention. It wasn't till I finally found a good therapist to help me learn to be a better person did I finally manage to show Whiskers the love she deserved. The last five years of her life, she blossomed into a more loving cat because I finally started giving her the love she so rightly deserved. Those five years were so full of love and I was heartbroken when she passed from chronic kidney failure just one month shy of her 17th birthday.
Then there was poor Feather who was a beautiful little Tori girl kitty that was one of the strays a neighbor fed. Feather was very thin and I fed her wet food. I took her to my kind hearted vet who didn't charge me for the visit and said Feather had a broken tooth and probably wasn't eating the dry food that the neighbor fed the strays with. I brought Feather back to the group and was prepared to help her tooth and get her adopted only to have someone report that someone came and took her. I can only hope she was given a better life.
Then there was poor Festus who was a cat I took care of for two months while my boss's daughter moved. That poor cat was not shown much love as It drove Whiskers nuts with jumping on her. I yelled too much at poor Festus and because he drove me nuts too, and so he didn't get much positive attention. I gave him back to the daughter and never heard anything more about him.
So I can say I am trying to make up for those kitties with lavishing as much care, love, attention, toys and food on my current three kitties.
I always enjoy your stories of the Wolf and the Meadow. Thank you Emma. Hugs.Posted 5 months ago by SylMiaFelixsMomma #
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Can you put our Rainingwolf in the story. There must still be little sprinkles of joy around the spot where dear Ginger was reunited with Redford and went up the stairs to meet Victor.
Posted 5 months ago by CheetahBoysmommy #
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