Felicity was my Baby Girl, as I never had any
children. Her mother was a stray and gave birth to her in my
bed, so she was literally with me her whole life and considered
me her Mama as her real mama had no maternal instincts. She was
the runt of the litter, a tiny orange tabby, which is unusual.
Most tabbies are male. This was the first sign she was something
special. In 14 years she never stepped foot outdoors.I wanted to
keep her as healthy as possible. She was the most gentle little
kitty that ever lived. She never once scratched, bit, hissed or
growled at me or anyone. As a kitten. I started the habit of
kissing her on top of her head several times in a row. She got
so used to it that she started to come to me and sit on my chest
and drop her head down and wait to be kissed! She made us laugh
with her "dog" trick. She liked to have her tail stroked and
pulled. If you did it several times, she would eventually roll
over in the floor, just like a dog! She was jealous of my cell
phone especially if I was texting orbon Facebook. Once, I was on
my bed, texting and she was trying to get my attention. I kept
putting her off and she finally peed on the bed and on my other
hand! Bad girl! LOL But she was the sweetest baby. Felicity
means joy or happiness and that is what she brought into my
life. She brought me much love and comfort through many dark
days and nights in my life and smiles and laughs during the good
times. She even took care of her Mama. It is said thatbif a cat
lies on your chest and purrs, they are healing you. I suffer
from chronic pain and she did this was her favorite place to be.
She would also lie across my neck and press her face against my
face, as though she just couldn't get close enough to me. I
loved her so much, and she made me feel loved. I will miss my
Baby Girl forever. 💜😓
Foxy, 4/3/20
Foxy, every single day was a treasure with you and I'm so thankful
for all the years we spent together... I only wish I could have
made them last forever. Thank you so much for all the times you
were there for me, for all the ways you saved me. I can never
repay you enough for that. We got to go so many places and do so
many things, didn't we? You were always right by my side, no
matter what. We got to go hiking and camping, we visited animal
sanctuaries and went to doggy festivals, and we spent plenty of
time at home just snuggling together too.
You had a wonderful pack who all loved (and still love) you very
much. Cricket, Wahya, Nemo, Chico and Roo all send their love. You
helped raise "little" Wahya and took care of the foster kittens,
were gentle and sweet to the rats and always got along with
everyone. I'm sure you've reunited with Haylee and all of our
special ones already at the Rainbow. I bet you're giving her
kisses right now. I also know, without a doubt, that you're still
here right by my side.
Please know we did everything we could, I would have given
anything to save you. I'm grateful we got to hold you close and
tell you how very much we love you. You can breath again now...
and you can run as far and as fast as you please. But you can also
sit right here in my lap, if that's what you prefer. You were
always such a fighter with a strong spirit, a true miracle pup...
even the vet said so.
I wish I could physically hold you in my arms again right now. But
I know we'll be together forever and you will always be in my
heart. I miss you so very much and I LOVE you, I love you. I'll
love you forever and always, my good little boy. Forever and
always. ❤️
Frankie, 4/27/14
- 3/29/20
Hey Frankie it’s mama I just wanna tell you that I miss you so
much even though it’s only been two days and seems like a
lifetime. I’m sorry that you had to leave so soon the pain is
unbearable, I love you so much you are my baby boy. You will
always be my best friend you’re right here with us you are
home. we are going to visit you every morning every evening and
throughout the day. You are here home with us forever. I wasn’t
ready to let you go Bubba love. I wish you were here so that
I could just kiss your pretty little face and scratch your belly.
You gave me so much love in return I thank you for that. Thank you
for being a part of my life and filling a void with love that I
have never felt before work. You were completely devoted and you
made my life every day a blessing from the time I would wake up
and you would be by my side saying good morning and goodnight with
kisses at bedtime . Even though the pain will lesson my love for
you will not. I want you to be running and playing with all the
other dogs around you and to know that one day I will be there to
join you. Me Daddy, Jey, Aaron, Trae, Kamryn, Zoey And Reg love
you so much and we miss you Frankie. You will always be my best
friend and my love. Sweets dreams baby boy.
Freckles, May 9,
2020
Our precious "Little Man"
Our hearts are broken but that is only proof of how deeply you
touched us in life. our deep our love is. You are not dead. You
are more alive now that you ever were. You have no idea how deeply
we appreciate the unconditional love you gave us. How you greeted
us at the door. How you watched when we left. So many memories
flood our minds. Already we can't wait to be with you again.
Someday we will. We are just so sorry that we had to make the
difficult decision to let you go today. We fought hard for you and
you fought hard too. Things were going well and it looked like you
would be home from the hospital in a day or two then something
happened and you took a turn for the worse. Suddenly it was too
much for your little body to over come. We rushed to the hospital
to be at your side. When we saw you, we knew, we just knew..we had
to show you the greatest love a furparent can give by ending your
suffering and setting you free even though we knew what it meant
for us. Run free Little Man! You are well and be happy! Don't be
sad for us. Yes it will take time for our hurt to heal but we will
be okay. We are content that we gave you the best life you could
have after the abuse and neglect you experienced in your early
years and you gave us oh so much in return! We are so sorry it
ended this way but we believe you are here with us in spirit and
that they years will fly by until we are together again. Thank you
Little Man.... all our love forever!
Fritz, May 5,
2006 - October 8, 2020
On October 7, 2006, I asked my partner over breakfast if we could
get a cat. "We can look," he said. A local group was
having an adoption event at the pet store, and when we arrived
cages were in the aisles. I was looking at all the cats when
Curt said, "Tim, did you see this one?" There were kennels
in a glassed-in area, and one of them held a half-grown grey
tabby. I asked if I could hold him, and he seemed to love
being in my arms, looking around the store with bright
curiosity. After a few minutes, I knew I had to have
him. The volunteer actually tried to steer us toward another
cat, and fortunately I didn't listen to her. I found out
later his little angel act was just that. With him, biting
was synonymous with playing, and that was probably why the store
didn't have him out in the open. I named him Fritz.
Not after the cartoon cat, but after Fritz Karch, the collecting
editor for Martha Stewart. My Fritz was rowdy and
curious. If I wrote about all the things he broke, chewed
on, or licked, it would take a lot of space. Like most
people who have just lost a pet, I'm suffering a lot of guilt, and
some of it is because there are things I have to admit I won't
miss. But I’d do it all over again, and it’s other things
that are putting the tears in my eyes. It's the time I was
on the floor wrapping Christmas presents, and the string we played
with mysteriously appeared right next to me. I had
accidentally left the drawer open, and he knew where it was
kept. He loved to play, even during his last days. I
started giving him the round pull tabs from milk cartons, which he
frequently lost, and I'll probably keep finding them for months to
come. As with other toys, he would carry them around in his
mouth and meow at the same time, which was kind of eerie. He
frequently shoved one of the pull tabs under the door when I was
in the bathroom, and then we'd hit it back and forth to each
other. When his health was good he used to run around the
house full throttle, making giggling noises. During quiet
times, he seemed to love piano music, especially Schubert,
listening with his eyes closed and a blissful look on his
face. One of the things he loved most of all was warmth:
from the heater, the fireplace, and countless hours basking in the
sun coming through a window. Most nights he slept firmly
wedged against my legs. During the winter, any time I sat or
laid down, he knew it was time to sleep on my lap for an hour or
two. Fritz was content to be an indoor cat, but he would
come running any time a window was opened, just to sit there on
the sill, sniff the air, and watch for other creatures. All
the times he met me at the door when I came home, followed me
everywhere, rubbed against everything, talked with me in meow
speak, stood up against me on his hind legs, patiently posed for
photos, played fetch with his toys, came running when I got out
his brush, and even the countless times he pulled on the bed frame
to wake me up. Those are the things that make me cry now,
along with the horrible sense of vacancy, and the prospect of
going on without his truly unconditional love. Fritz
suffered a gradual decline in health, and last July cancer was
found in his lungs. I knew the anniversary was coming in
October, and it turned out he was with me for fourteen years and
one day. Right now I'm still caught in a whirlpool of
emotions, trying to find my way out. I have a pragmatic side
that doesn't believe consciousness can continue once the brain
dies, and my parents brought me up to believe only people have
souls. On the other hand, I haven't even picked up his ashes
yet, but I've already seen him back here, a silhouette standing by
the door, and twice I've heard his footsteps as I lie sleepless at
night. What I do know for sure is that the afterlife exists
as long as someone is there to remember. Long after I'm
gone, every time someone sees a photo, reads a tribute, or finds a
whisker, Fritz lives. And I will spend the rest of my life
honoring him.
Fuzzy, 3/18/2006
- 4/24/2020
Fuzzy, I can't believe you are really gone. This morning I got up,
I went outside and yelled "Good Morning" to Bob and Renee, but
they did not respond like you and your sisters did, and I started
crying, again. Your poking your head through the shed door or
coming around from the pasture to greet me with your "baa" always
started my day with a smile in my heart. I will so miss your
antics - your sneaking into the house on your tip-toes, always
having to poke your nose into my pockets or whatever I was
carrying just in case you could find something to munch on, eating
my project plans and notes when I was making something in the
shed, and your insistence on knowing what I was doing at all
times. We always had a lot of fun trying to outwit each other, I
think its a toss up on who won what battle of wits. You were
definitely the smartest farm animal I have ever had, one of the
most stubborn as well. Bob is lost without a companion, this is
the first time he has ever been alone. Hopefully he will start
hanging with Renee more. You will now be able to join your Mom,
Missy and Spotty again and eat as much pasture and leaves as you
can find - maybe even some fruit tree branches which you all love
but always got in trouble for eating! I love you Fuzzy and you
will remain in my heart forever. See you when I get there! Love,
your human Momma, Joyce
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