Abby Angel at Rainbow Bridge

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Abbygirl, Booey, Booey-girl, sweetie, angel baby

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-mixed breed-pound cat-cat rescue

Gotcha Date:
October 2nd 1997

February 14th 1994

Tortoiseshell Tabby

In nice weather, she loved spending all day and all evening on the screened-in back porch, watching the birds, chipmunks and squirrels, chasing away visiting cats, and sleeping in the sun.

Abby was always underfoot and was always getting her tail stepped on and she didn't like it!

Favorite Toy:
She loved to play with her furry mice and toy balls, running up and down the stairs and all over the house, carrying them in her mouth.

Favorite Nap Spot:
All over the house but she did love her cat bed.

Arrival Story:
Abby spent most of her early years in shelters or foster homes. My mom saw Abby in a cage in a store owned by a woman who rescues and fosters cats for adoption and fell in love with her and told me about her. I went the next day to meet Abby and fell totally in love and brought her home with me that day. How a cat as sweet and loving and affectionate and as well-behaved as Abby lived all of her early life unwanted and unloved in shelters and foster homes is something I will never understand.

Abby was between 3-4 years old at the time I adopted her and one of the sweetest and smartest cats ever. She was intelligent, sociable, friendly, extremely affectionate, alert, active and fast, and understood every word anyone said to her. She loved to play with her toys and was very quick and agile when playing. She was very polite and well-behaved and loved people. She also loved just being with me. If I was down or sad and crying or sick, there she was beside me, putting her paw on my arm and looking in my face, saying "it's ok, I'm here." Abby always came and rubbed my leg to say "thank you" after eating a meal. If I wasn't nearby, she came and found me to say thank you. But Abby wasn't above swatting me with her paw, either, to let me know when she was displeased with me. Abby was with me for an all too brief 8 years. HER FINAL DAYS: Abby's symptoms began appearing in the summer and early fall of 2005. Her vet said she had allergies. In November 2005, Abby began rapidly losing weight and had trouble swallowing and eating. Her vet did blood tests but couldn't make a diagnosis. One week after Thanksgiving 2005, her tummy became distended and she stopped eating. On December 6, 2005, after x-rays, ultrasound and aspiration, she was diagnosed with a malignant and aggressive lymphoma. I was told her stomach was filled with fluids and she had mass tumors throughout her body. It was past the stage where chemo would help and surgery was not an option. I was utterly shocked and devastated. Abby was with us for only 16 days after she was diagnosed with lymphoma. Abby left us for Rainbow Bridge on December 22, 2005 at 8:54 a.m. EST while I held her in my arms.

Forums Motto:
Guardian Angel

CATSTER HONORS: Diary Pick on December 8, 2007, October 19, 2010 and October 20, 2010
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We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan. ~Irving Townsend.~

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I've Been On Catster Since:
March 13th 2007 More than 10 years!

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Abby's Meows From Rainbow Bridge

8 years ago today . . .

December 22nd 2013 5:42 pm
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Dear friends,

Thank you for remembering my beloved angel Abby today on her Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day and thank you for your thoughtful gifts and rosettes and pawmails.

A Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to all!

Abby & her mom


To my beautiful angel Abby,

Today is your Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day. 8 years ago we said goodbye to each other. You had to journey elsewhere and I had to stay behind. It was a sorrowful and painful goodbye for me yet it comforts me that your final minutes were filled with love, compassion and dignity and your leaving was peaceful. I miss you every day, often cry when I think of you and often smile too.

Funny about that number 8. You were with me for 8 years . . . . and now it's been 8 years since we parted . . . Our parting 8 years ago was only a temporary parting because we will be together again one day.

Today I honored you and your memory. I sat looking at your pictures and talked to you about everything. How much I love you and miss you. How much happiness you brought into my life. Good memories . . . memories of all the times you made me laugh . . . everything about you. I smiled as I cried. Also, my guilt about not realizing earlier than I did how sick you really were and how serious your early symptoms really were, settling for easy answers from *experts* and not pursuing and pushing harder for you. I asked you for your forgiveness. Over the years I've researched and gained more knowledge about the kind of cancer you had. It would have been a hard battle for you to fight and the end would most likely not have been not much different. I believe I've finally come to terms with it.

I know you know when I'm thinking of you and hear me when I talk to you. I know in my heart that you heard me today and that you hear me now. You know how much I loved and cared for you when you were with me and that I'll always love you.

All is well between us.

With much love,
your mom


Six years ago

December 22nd 2011 7:25 am
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It was 6 years ago today when Abby made her journey from the pain and suffering she was enduring in her body to the peace, joy and lightness of being we call Rainbow Bridge.

Memories . . .

My beautiful sweet Abby! You were full of life, curious and playful, as smart and sharp as a whip, loving and affectionate. Your coat was shiny and beautiful: a gorgeous mixture of reddish brown, deep orange and tan-beige and you had the spirit and spunk of a typical redhead. Yet you were such a polite kitty too!

You’d sleep on my bed next to my right shoulder every night. You loved to be picked up and held in my arms. Only Miss Mittens shared both your polite manner and loved being picked up and held and carried around the house. I used to hold you in my arms and play music on the stereo and we’d dance around the room. You’re the only kitty I’ve ever lived with who has allowed me to do that! When I came home from work, you were always waiting for me at the front door. I’d greet you and then pet you. I’d be petting you as you rolled around on your back and you’d roll from one end of the room to the other. In the summer when I was wearing sandals, you’d rub and lick my toes. In fact, you had a *thing* about toes and loved to nip and bite my toes. You'd nip my toes whenever I wasn't wearing shoes or socks and you'd go for them when I'd be lying on the bed. Ouch! I had to learn never to leave my toes exposed! You hated it when I talked on the phone. For some reason, you thought it took attention away from you and you’d get jealous. You’d meow at me and butt my hand with your head as you’d try to knock the phone out of my hand! You loved it when I sat there and *talked* to you. You gave me your full attention and it almost seemed like you understood what I was saying. You loved being the center of attention and you were always there and visible when we had visitors or anything was *going on* in the house. Every night after dinner, we’d play a game together. I’d throw a ball and you’d play fetch. You loved dangly feather toys and peacock feathers. What energy you had when you played! I remember the last time we played. It was about a week before you went to the Bridge. It’s a cherished memory. You were so sick and yet you made an attempt to play. You sat there in my bedroom as I gently rolled a toy ball to you and you gently batted it back to me. Back and forth the ball went. Our game lasted for only a minute or so and then you were too tired to continue . . .

During our final night together, I held Abby in my arms all night. Whenever Abby would lay her head down and try to close her eyes and rest, she’d begin choking and gagging. She was very frightened and so was I. She purred loudly in my arms the whole night. Purring doesn’t always mean a cat is content. Cats also purr when they’re in pain or in distress or frightened. That final night, I feared she was going to die in my arms. But she made it through the night.

Abby was suffering horribly from an aggressive lymphoma which had spread rapidly throughout her internal organs. I hadn’t even known how very sick she really was until early December when she was diagnosed with cancer. That had been only 16 days ago.

It pained me deeply to see her suffering so much. There was no doubt in my mind that it was her time to leave. The next morning, with the assistance of Abby’s wonderful vet, I held her in my arms and said goodbye.

I miss my Abby boo boo girl . . .

Abby’s mom Teri

P.S. Abby and I had a very special bond. Even though it's been 6 years, I miss her very much and my heart still aches when I think about her. Thank you for remembering my sweet angel today and for your lovely comments, pawmails and gifts!


My friend Greyson needs purrs

July 18th 2011 8:12 pm
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My sweet friend Greyson needs purrs! He’s very sick and his white blood cell count and neutrophils are alarmingly low. His blood tests only tell his vet what he doesn’t have. His vet thinks he might have bone marrow cancer and is referring him to a specialist to find out what’s wrong. Please purr for my friend Greyson!

Purrs & hugs,
(Greyson's guardian angel)

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