June 4th 2012 8:24 pm
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Well I said I'd post more last Friday and I try to keep my word. Dad talked to me about the good times we had on the way to the vet and kept petting me and staying in contact until I was gone. Dad was going to make up a dialog between me and Death (Hello everyone. Remember, cats make live worth living.) because he loves those Discworld books but decided it may not be appropriate given the seriousness of what happened.
The convention he went to was great except they put the panels on the opposite side of the hotel as everything else. That wouldn't be so bad except the hotel is old and big and is spread out over about half a mile. You know, fans of sci-fi and fantasy come in all ranges of ages, sizes, and physical ability. Dad found the long walk annoying, but better when he went outside since he didn't get lost (the inside was a maze of halls). But some people who had problems walking actually had to DRIVE from one end to the other. But the fan community was very supporting. Everyone who knew him took time to ask how he was doing and expressed their condolences which considering how many last-minute changes were going on (thanks hotel managers) they didn't have time to spare.
Now my family has to get used to living without me. Dad comes home and there's no one to greet him at the door. In the morning no one waits by the shower. No one makes a pest of himself by sitting next to the computer getting in the way of the mouse. No one tries to dart outside when the door is open. Nope, life is less interesting without me. Dad may have to rescue another kitty to get things to normal. When he's ready, I'll send one his way.
Thank you everyone for your gifts. They mean a lot to us.
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oooh Sarge my sweet friend parting is so painful for the family we leave behind, it sure is nice here at the bridge where we re young and painfree an everything taste good again. Funny how we can leave such a hole in the life of those we left behind even with all he other kitties there to love them our moms and dads miss us so much and they see lots of empty spaces that were once filled by us....yes my friend in time perhaps you will show him another kitty that needs the love you know only your dad can give.
Your siblings will figure out that they have new roles to take on since you've come here to the bridge, Sarge. Sending purrs to your Dad during this sad time ~
sarge...tell yur dad ewe still R by de door N de shower N bein silly...he just canna "see" ewe de same as bee for....kinda like ewe haz a cloaking deevise ....pretty sonn pepi N lena will start waitin by de door, hangin out round de shower N tryin a escape....tho we hope KNOT, and when ewe noe yur dad iz reddy, ewe will point him in de rite directshun for another kitteh in yur houz....lemme noe if ya wanna due sum fishin....hugs n love frum dude K, rainbow bridge cloud 777313
Awww Sarge, my mommy's eyes are leaking thinking of your dad missing you so much. That will be nice for you to send him a friend after he's had time to grieve.
I am so sorry you had to leave your dad and that you had cancer.I know how tough that is. At least the cancer is all gone now. Things are pretty nice here at the bridge and I will be happy to help show you around.
Dude Kitty is right, your spots in the house will feel lonely for a little while..as they should... but then your fursibs will start filling those spaces with kitty love.
Your furty angel furiend,
You know, there is an old Celtic saying 'death is not the last of things, but the least of things'. We don't know death, we simply shed a body that can't work for us any longer, and what makes us us, that forever soft furr and softer purr come with us. We go south to Rainbow, find friends, and those we love, we travel back and forth over that bridge as needed to comfort our folks....and then we trot back across. Then, when we have rested, we leap high, our wings wide, and then, at the zenith of the Universe, turn and speed back to earth, shedding our wings....to find our folks again.
We know you are fine. We know your Dad will be. he has your fursibs to think of. And we are purring for all of you.
Many purrs my friend.