little boy, Bo. Our first angel on this page.
He walked over
the bridge in mid-July 2007.
Guys, Magick & Mo
Little Dear Heart,
you were such an inspiration
to our group.
You still are...is that purring I hear?? :*-)
I adopted Magick over 12 years ago he was on death row
this side of heaven is a place called the Rainbow Bridge. When
an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here,
that pet goes to the 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.
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.
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 begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from
the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carying him
faster and faster.
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.
you cross the Rainbow Bridge together.....
because he had bitten someone. I strongly suspected
he'd been badly abused. Things like dog chains or enclosed carriers
completely freaked him out. His first day at home with me
I tried to comfort him after removing him from the carrier I'd
to bring him home & he bit me clean through the hand!
I sat down on the floor & spoke softly to him until he calmed
Once he learned I could be trusted he attached himself to me
He was a love sponge; he couldn't get or give enough.
Before Magick got so sick, one of his favorite activities
was riding in my truck. He even taught Mo it was fun to ride.
They both liked to stand on the seat, their feet on the windowsill
& watch the 18 wheelers go by. Truckers would
blow their horns & wave at them. I'll never see another 18
without thinking of Magick.
favorite holiday was Halloween.
He loved to greet the trick-or-treaters at the door,
rub against their legs & talk to them.
The closer Halloween got, the more excited he would get!
When we moved to a new home in an area that didn't
get trick-or-treaters he would lay by the door & wait
all night for them. He just knew they were coming to see him.
Losing his 'brother' Mo at a time when he was
battling diabetes & IBD, put him in a tailspin.
After a year of extreme ups & downs, he crossed
the Rainbow Bridge the morning of December 12, 2006.
I miss his face, his purr & all the love he gave without
for a thing in return. He was a pure soul, irreplaceable.
It does help that he still visits me, usually at bedtime.
Every once in a while, as I am drifting off to sleep,
I feel a familiar thud at the end of the bed & the footsteps
of a cat.
Just as he did every night for over 12 years,
Magick gently makes bread on my feet & ankles,
then collapses behind my knees & begins to purr.
I've learned to accept his presence & enjoy it.
It's his way
of telling me he hasn't really gone."
The Scriptures say that God's angels walk among us,
and take many forms. I believe, like I believe the sun
will come up tomorrow morning, that these wonderful
animals are sent to us for a reason, and that a day
will come when we will have to stand tall and answer
the question "How did you treat my Angels that I sent
you?". You'll be able to answer that question
straight-up, with your head held high.
God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.
they will understand,
Replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever and ever and ever.
this story about her girls
their little lives were pretty uneventful.
Indoor-only, littermates born in New Mexico in 1995,
hauled to Hawai'i in 1998 where they spent a month in prison
("Mom, this is not paradise like you promised!") and
then ruled their new house
with open windows all year round. Their favorite activity (besides
which they did very well) was to menace up to 200 Java finches
eating brown rice on the other side of a glass door.
Both slept on my pillow for 11 years.
were both diagnosed with IBD, but Foxy had additional CRF problems
and Fancy had neurological problems. They put up very brave fights
& stayed with me longer than anyone thought they could/would/should...
because they knew I needed them. Now they are gone...but never
anecdote: Foxy was around my feet, being a pest while I cleaned
at the kitchen sink. I kept telling her to get away and she kept
At some point I turned to answer the telephone.
When I turned back. Foxy was sitting on the counter
holding a strawberry very delicately in her mouth, not saying
How could one not roll on the floor laughing?"
of her snow-white angel, Teddy...
just like it was yesterday picking you up
There were two of you, almost identical
Not the same though
Something drew us to you
Was it that face? The cutest face I have ever seen
Or maybe we just sensed the incredible sweetness and gentleness
most adorable kitty I have ever seen in my life
How do you come up with a name that fits perfectly?
All I wanted to do was hug you all the time
You were a cuddly little thing, like a "Teddy Bear"
.what a perfect name
we never did call you Teddy
We called you everything else but
Mostly known as Fuzz, even others called you that
You could whisper "Fuzz" from across the room
Though I called you my lil Wookie and so many other names
You always knew I was talking to you though
You always knew just by the love in my voice
beautiful lil body
little did we know it was plagued with
The sickness came and went in spurts
Always manageable but it slowly got worse
One day we decided to get to the bottom of it
It was a slippery slope from there
Tests, meds, more tests, more meds
We pumped so much into your lil body
All it did was make it more and more frail
started to lose that beautiful fluffy white coat
You stopped wanting to play
You stopped socializing with your other furry brothers
You lil body was giving up
We tried so hard, but we were losing the battle
and months of constant care
I cried enough to fill the ocean
I could see you slipping away from me
day it hit me
Only I could free you
Only I could love you enough to end the pain
you free on September 6, 2007
It was a gorgeous day to go to Heaven as the breeze blew through
I had to say goodbye to my lil Wookie
Only 4 years young
4 wonderful years, that I would not trade for the world.
love were enough I could have cured you
If love were enough you would be still playing hide n seek with
.running through the house as I hid behind the door
But instead, Love made me set you free.
loves you Teddy.
You were a truly a gift from the Heavens
COBY - April
(30th?) 1994 - September 5th, 2007
1999, my beautiful black cat "Prissy" became very ill
failure. I had her PTS on Martin Luther King Day, January 1999.
I was a mess of course, in tears, and the vet told me, you can
and come back in a few weeks and pay your final billing then.
I came back in a few weeks, and someone had posted this very
picture of Coby that you see, on a piece of paper in the vet's
with a note:
TO LOVING HOME, ADULT FEMALE, 4.5 Years Old...
I had to look twice, because I had just lost my black-haired
Prissy and here was this lovely black cat staring back at me
this picture... well I just ~knew~...
had been born in late April, 1994 and was being given up for
adoption by a teenage girl who had moved out of her house, couldn't
take her with and her Mom didn't want "that cat" around
those who might not know or remember this bit of trivia, April
1994 was the month that Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana
the teenage girl had named her kitten "Cobain" and
the back of this picture is still inscribed in the girl's
that "Cobain" was just simply not a proper name for
girl-kitty and so when I adopted her and she came to live with
I changed it to COBY...
it's interesting to note that Coby came into this world when
Kurt Cobain left it... and Coby crossed over to the Bridge on
same day that Luciano Pavarotti died... and he too died of pancreatic
cancer, although I never did get that official diagnosis for
poor little Coby...
perhaps in such company as diverse and yet famous as Kurt Cobain
and Luciano Pavarotti, it's no surprise that lil 5-lb COBY also
a bit of a celebrity to the Yahoo! Feline IBD group.. she certainly
was in some very famous company.
definitely could definitely sing, too, but her voice was much
higher, of course.
the end, like those two famous singers, she too was loved by
and truly what feline companion animal could ask for a better
Dan and that lil squirt of an Angel, Coby
by Jim Warren
(used with permission)
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