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Leave a treat for Rommi (1992-2004)
Nicknames:
Romu, Hömppä, Hömpötin, Romuluinen, Herra Rommi Hömppänen
Kitty Complexion:
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Quick Bio:
Birthday:
May 1st 1992
Coloration:
Tabby and White
Skills:
His unconditional trust in me
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
We had a summerhouse at the countryside, our nearest neighbours were farmers. They also had outdoor cats. One day a beautiful white catgirl, Misu (photo on Sissi's page,) came to visit us and she became our very, very dear friend. After she had her first kittens she took me to their hiding place. I was the first one to see those newlyborn kittens. She always introduced all her kittens to us, she carried them one by one over the fields to visit us. Later on they came by themselves and even though they usually were not friendly with strangers (after all they were outdoor cats) they always treated us as family. Their mom Misu had taught them to trust us. I promised her that some day, when I'm grown up, I'll take one of her kittens with me to the city and take very good care of it (many kittens were murdered behind the barn...). Years went by and one of Misu's kittens became especially close to us, she visited us every day the same way her mum did. That special calicogirl, Piukku (photo on Sissi's page), was six years old when the time was finally right for me and I had a chance to take the kitten I'd been dreaming of for so long. That kitten was dearest Rommi. Two years later I wanted Rommi to have a sister and waited until Piukku was pregnant again. Sissi, my special angel, came to our lives. By that time Misu was already dead. I didn't quite manage to keep my promise to her, but I did best I could by taking care of two of her many grandkitties.
There's a photo of Rommi's and Sissi's mom Piukku (calico) and their granny Misu (white) on Sissi's page.
Bio:
Rommi was only six weeks when he came (much too young) and he became deeply attached to me. When he was small kitten he slept on my chest and later in my armpit. He always preferred to be near me. He always looked at me and if I even blinked my eye he ran to me. He was very affectionate and he loved when I rubbed his belly. Later in his life Rommi had recurring bladder stones. He was in animalhospital twice, for several days. I went there every morning and afternoon to spend time with him, to feed him and to make things easier both for him and for the wonderfull stuff of University's Animal Hospital. He hated the vets and they were scared of him but when I was next to him he let them do whatever they needed to. He was put to a special diet but after some years he became allergic to his food (unfortunately there's limited amount of different kind of prescription food for bladder stones) and had to get constant medication on his allergy. When time was due he, as Sissi, started his last journey safely home, in my arms. He was a very special boy and I loved him dearly. I miss him so very, very much. ♥ In Memoriam 1.5.1992 - 30. 7.2004 ♥
I've Been On Catster Since:
| January 9th 2005 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
105289
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August 25th 2005 10:15 am
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Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
~ Mary E. Frye ~
April 18th 2005 10:43 am
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Death is nothing at all...
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
* * *
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland, theologian (1847-1918) ~
April 1st 2005 11:34 pm
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Matias was wondering back and worth the hallways of the castle crying aloud: He has always been here! And now he's gone!
And Loviisa said: Matias, you must understand that we can't exist forever. We are born and we will die, that's the way it has always been, why do you complain?
But he's not here for me! Matias yelled. It's like someone's crabbing my heart away from me!
Do you want me to hold you close for a moment? asked Loviisa.
Hold me, hold me! shouted Matias. And you too Ronja!!
And Matias sat very close to Loviisa and very close to Ronja, holding them tight and wept for Kalju-Pete, who had always been in his life but wasn't there anymore.
~ from "Ronja, the Robber's Daughter" by Astrid Lindgren ~
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