Over the Bridge

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.

Crossing the Rainbow Bridge

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.

Feeking baaad.

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!

Oweee!

I finally got caught and Mommy drug my howlin' butt to the v-e-t! He hurted me...several times!!! First he poked my neck and took some of my precious blood, then he poked around on me some, made me pee in the funny blue dish, poked some more and finally took more blood! OUCHIE! I hurted! But we got to go home and Mommy gasve me t-u-n-a, so I'm okay with it all! Next time I'll think twice before coming out and letting her pet me!

Note from Mommy: Mouser's tests were very good - for Mouser! Her kidneys are holding up well enough, her thyroid is borderline but no reason to medicate and finally the vet is giving her an anti-inflamatory in case she is hurting. And, she actually gained an ounce instead of losing!

Playing "Sneaky Kitteh"

Today Mommy got up real early and began her routine as normal. But, I knew what she had in mind! She is trying to coax me into a senze of "all's well" when I noz she wants to take me to the v-e-t! So I playz Sneaky Kitteh and am hiding!

Note from Mommy:

Grey Mouser nedds to go in for a kidney function test. I am dreading it so. In early Sept. the vet noticed one of her kidneys had shriveled up and was no longer functioning. Her weight continues to drop and I know despite her wonderful, loud purrs she is just not herself. Please keep your paws crossed!

I am Honored!

Wow! I was voted COTW by Calico and Tortie Darlings! I am thrilled (and blushing)! My meowmy has been extra nice to me lately, even tho she has been dragging me to the v-e-t a whole lot! I love my daily t-u-n-a and have it made!

BUSTED!

Well, I finally got caught! Ratz! Someone had been peeing on Meowmy's bed and guess who it waz! Now I fears I will be going on a ride - to the v-e-t to find out why I iz doing this (I won't tellz). Sooo, we iz all locked outta her room cause she's tired of wasing everting and buying new stuffz!

Oh NOZ! Da v-e-t!!!

I waz just wishing Meomy a happy day, when she snatched me and stuck me in dat portable cage! Yep! I knowed we waz going to da v-e-t, so I serenaded her allll da way there, and of course, alll da way back!
The ONLY good thing wuz da "visiting vet" wuz dere and I really LIKE him! He pets me and calls me sweet namez and he snorgles me real gud! Oh, and cuz I waz so good (no hissing or biting) I gots tunas when I gots home!

I am one happy kitteh!

Daddy moved out (I never did like him 'cause he allas askerd me) and now Meomy and I get da big bed. On my! 'Cause it be sooo big I can snuggle on one side of Meomy and if she behaves, I lets Sara B. have de udder side!I is so happy to sleeps with Meowy wifout the Filthy Daddy Beast growling at me whens I purrs too loud and I donts haf to hear hiz nasty snorzes! Yep, I is in kitteh heaven!

Oh Noz! Not the V-E-T!!!

Mommy found some runny poopie in one of the litter boxes, so she drug me kicking and screaming (man I gotta great set of lungs) to the V-E-T. It was late in the day and I had to stay OVERNIGHT! They wouldn't give me any food or water, so I hid under the blankie. I was fine after they poked me 'cause the visiting vet is even nicer than Dr. C! He came and played with me after I was fed and watered and I guess he thought I was okay 'cause Mommy came and picked me up. Turns out I wasn't the one with the bad poop (I'll never tell who it was) and all my tests showed I was doing fine. I'm down to a very slender 9.1 pounds, but tht's to be expected 'cause I'm starting to show my age. I still love Mommy, I just don't ler her pick me up!