PUDGE♥in memory♥

Domestic Shorthair
Picture of PUDGE♥in memory♥, a male Domestic Shorthair

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Home:Charm City, MD  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 9 lbs.

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Today is my Rainbow Bridge Day.

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sir-pudge-lot, pudgemaster, pudgy, pudgemonster

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Gotcha Date:
May 5th 1991

August 8th 1990


his human family. long naps by the window.


Favorite Toy:
mice, fishing pole

Favorite Food:
TUNA! (in moderation)


Arrival Story:
a friend of my father decided to let him go when he moved. my father vetoed that and brought him home to us(3rd & forever home)

PUDGE passed on at home from old age(6/14/07). he is still very much missed by my parents and myself.

Forums Motto:
fear me mice!

I've Been On Catster Since:
September 25th 2007 More than 9 years!

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PUDGE's communiques from heaven.....

true love is forever

November 14th 2009 5:06 am
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this made my ghost writer cry


If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember …

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend.
You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking moggie in a shelter - simply because something in its eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room - and when you feel it brush against you for the first time - it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional.
But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend
and see age where you once saw youth.
You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy.
And you will see sleep where you once saw activity.
So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet - and you may add a pill or two to their food.
And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day - if your friend and G'd have not decided for you,
then you will be faced with making a decision of your own - on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit.
But, whichever way your friend eventually leaves you -
you will feel as alone as a single star in the night.

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must.
And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul - a bit smaller in size than your own - seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg - very, very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay - you will remember those three significant days.
The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart.
As time passes, the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own.
You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you.
If you reject it, it will depress you.
If you embrace it, it will deepen you.
Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when - along with the memory of your pet -
and piercing through the heaviness in your heart -
there will come a realization that belongs only to you.
It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost.
This realization takes the form of a Living Love - like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow -
and be there for us to remember.
It is a love we have earned.
It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go.
And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live.
It is a Love which is ours lone.
And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -
it is a Love we will always possess.

Author: Martin Scot Kosins



June 14th 2008 5:16 am
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well as of 3a this morning it has been 1 year since my passing. my "sister" lit a white candle this morning as a signal to me that i am not forgotten. i lived for 17 yrs on earth. i was my sister and brother's confidant when they were young. they told me all their hopes, fears and dreams since they knew i would never blab. when they moved out, my sister with her mate and my brother to be a tomcat and sow his oats, they always came over and visited. my sister would look for me the minute she walked in. they would always shower me with attention and affection. my parents coddled me something fierce. i was the last of the litter to leave home. but it was to go on to my permanent home. because you see, even though i was happy on earth, all kitties are angels on borrowed time when we're on earth. we're here to comfort our hoomans and show them a better way. we're your confidants, comforters when needed ( why do you think we always know when you're down and give you extra cuddles). we show you the meaning of true love and selfless friendship. we also bring you back to your roots and show you the simple way when you've seem to have forgotten. cats also are a very raw link to G"D and show you His way and how perfect His creation really is. so today, give your kitty extra cuddles. you never when our mission is complete and we're called Home.

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