Sex: Female Weight: 14 lbs.
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November 8th 1996
Noises, Daddy, Sniff, the carrier.
Mr. Cheese, the 9 Lives mouse with Swiss chees chunk
Favorite Nap Spot:
Her bed in the dining room sun spot.
TUNA - the only way she takes her meds!
Same as Maggie's story. Somehow she became skittish as she grew up, terrified of my husband. She immediately bonded with JJ, which was so surprising as he was such a spoiled Mama's boy! After his death, she clung to me, but surprises us when she greets astranger with unusual affection.
She snuggles only with me at nights, and since contracting kidney failure has grown more dear to me. With a careful diet and medication, she is doing very well. She is horrible when trying to get her to the vet - it can take DAYS of planning! She is a mind reader and knows when to teleport into that other dimension! Yet, when I leave her at the vet, she lays on the table and they do not have to use restraints to obtain samples!
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Even though Mouser has been daignosed as being in the early stasges of kidney failure, she "hangs in there". Lately she has been acting like a cute little kitty and I even notice her actually iniating play with Sara Beth. She has lost some weight (her sisifurr Maggie found it all) and sometimes moves slower, but she still smiles at me and continues to give me her great big purr!
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February 18th 2010 12:06 pm
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It has now been a month since Grey Mouser crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I feel I can let her tell of her journey:
Hello peeps! I am so glad my Mommy has stopped crying so much and can take a breather to let me tell some of what I happened to me in the past few months. As some of you may know, one of my kidneys stopped working last September and it became very hard for me to keep my magnificent figure. No matter how much I ate, I kept losing so much weight. I still played like an itty bitty kitteh (mostly to amuse Mommy) and managed to smack Sara Beth around at every opportunity, but eventually my heart just wasn't in it. By the end of December it was obvious to everyone in the house I wasn't doing very well and Mommy took extra special care of me, feeding me special gushy fud and loving on me all the time.
When the time came, Mommy called the v-e-t and very carefully picked me up from my special, warm spot. She held me for a very long time and for the first time ever I did not cry or protest because I knew where we were going and what was going to happen. Usually I put up a fuss, kick and scream, and cry all the way to the v-e-t, but that day I was very quiet for Mommy because she was very sad; I know she did not want to let me go, but she loveds me so much and she knew it was time.
At the vets office, I began to purr; as she sat in the waiting room, talking to all the goggie peoples and petting me, I knew my purrs would reassure her I was okay with what was going on. When she took me into the exam room, I purred extra loud for Dr. C. I didn't squirm when he weighed me and snuggled real tight in Mommy's arms. My favorite tech, Phillip, came into the room to help hold me, but he didn't need to hold me very tight because I was real still and purring very sweetly just for him, too. When Dr. C. stuck me for the last time, Mommy talked very softly to me, telling me about all the wonderful things I would see soon and about the wonderful memories I was leaving with her.
I must have taken a little nap because I woke up at the end of a strange bridge. I got up and began to walk over it. Suddenly I was no longer tired - I was full of energy, all of my senses were awakened and I began to see, smell, hear strange new things and the footpath was comfortable to the touch and somehow seemed familiar to me. As I reached over the rise to the other side, I realized I knew where I was - even though I had never been there! I saw so many bright and friendly faces - kittehs and goggies, and peoples I felt I knew! And right smack in the middle of them all jumping and grinning were J. J. Jagger and Speck - my dearest brofurs who had crossed the Bridge before me in 2002!
They were so glad to see me they knocked me over with their hugs! We made our way thru the crowds to the shade of a beautiful apple tree; they said it was just like the one they had in the back yard of their old house they lived in before they knew me. I rested while they bathed me; me fur soon began to shine and was so soft like it was when I was a kitten. My belly filled out and my whiskers grew ever so long!
Soon we were off romping and running with all the others, going all over the place. I saw things I never knew existed, and the colors were so bright and the sounds were loud and yet all was pleasing .
I know my Mommy misses me; I can see her very clearly any time I want. I see her and all my other fursibs going about their everday things, and I watch them with just a bit of sadness. It's hard to be away from them, too, even tho things are so wonderful here, but I know I will be with them again someday, one at a time when it is their time to cross over. I have been trying to go back and touch Mommy, but J. J. hasn't shown me that trick yet. Until then, she still cries now and then, and pats my favorite toy, Mr. Cheese, that she placed by my urn. I know she will never stop thinking about me or loving me, just like she does J. J. and Speck, but I do know she smiles more when she thinks of all the wonderful times we had together.
January 18th 2010 2:20 pm
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Mommy has good instincts! I was very sick and it was time for me to make the final journey to Cross Over the Bridge. Phillip, my fav vet tech, held me ever so gently as Mommy petted me (and cried am awful lot) as Dr. C. poked me one last time. Funny, but it didn't hurt at all. I haven't had time to adjust (and Mommy is crying - again) so I will have to write later to tell you all I seed as I crossed over.
Puuurrrs for my Mommy and furfamily as they adjust to my absence.
January 17th 2010 7:59 pm
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Mommy is worried about me - again. I just keep losing weight and today I refused my gushy food three times. Sooo, I figure she's gonna drag me to see my old friend Dr. C. tomorrow. Keep your paws crossed and keep us in your puurs. Oh, and tell Mommy to stop crying 'cause no matter what happens, I'll always love her and know she takes the bestest care of me!
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