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Leave a treat for Zachary, In Loving Memory
Nicknames:
Zach, Zachy, Kitty Coo, Super Kitty
Kitty Complexion:
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Sun Sign:  Badges: 
October 3rd 1990
Dwells:
indoors
Arrival Story:
I was married at the time, and we were buying our first home. I knew the first thing I would buy was a cat! I grew up with a seal point Siamese who died when I was 15. My mother refused to get another cat because she was devasted when he died. For years, I was unable to have a cat for various reasons. About three or four months before our settlement, my husband, who traveled a lot for work, came home with a homemade poster of a cat needing a home. On it was a picture of Zachary. He asked me 'do you want him'? Well, of course I did, but we couldn't take a cat till we had the house, plus Zachary lived in Connecticut; we lived in southeast Pennsylvania. Luckily, Zachary's owner kept him for us. She was engaged to a guy with two large dogs and was rehoming Zachary. The first weekend after settlement, we drove to CT to get him. It was a long ride home! I felt awful taking him from his home. He cried in the car, but would take turns either sitting with me or my husband. When we got home, he ran right under one of the beds. I would look underneath, call him, and he would come out. Then, he would go back under. When it was time for bed though that first night, he didn't hesitate - he hopped right in there with us!
Bio:
In April 2004, I was away for four days. When I came home, Zachary was waiting for me on the kitchen table per usual. I looked at him and cried out to my mom "What happened to Zachary?" She didn't know what I meant. The left side of his face was swollen. I called the vet hoping it was a tooth issue, but I knew we wouldn't be that lucky. It was a tumor. Squamous cell carcinoma. A very aggressive oral cancer. There was nothing they could do as it was in his mouth. I was sick. I made an appointment with a specialist just so that I could be 100% sure that there wasn't some new miracle. I had to give him fluids because he couldn't drink water. When eating became difficult, it was time. I couldn't see having him struggle to eat, or force feed him, or have him starve. Zachary crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on May 25, 2004.
The Groups I'm In:
"Cobblestone Square", ♥ Angel Circle of Love for Simba ♥, for meowing out loud, Meezer Junction, Olde Furts, Rainbow Bridge Kitties, The Rainbow Bridge
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Angels Amongst Us
I've Been On Catster Since:
| April 29th 2008 |
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More than 3 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Catster Id:
777900
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May 25th 2011 4:41 pm
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I can see Mommy is having a hard time. It's been seven long years since I left. I miss Mommy. She is sad today. She looks at my pictures and cries. She has been having a hard time, and I wish she could come here with me.
I will try to make her smile with a funny memory:
I used to like to climb on top of the kitchen wall cabinets. I'd get there via the refrigerator. One day, while Mommy was at work, I went up there, but as I moved from the fridge to the cabinets, I accidentally kicked the freezer door open. When Mommy came home, I met her at the door like I always do. She gave me kisses and pets and then glanced into the kitchen. She drew in her breath, and her eyes got real big. Uh oh. There was a big, red stain all down the wall! I guess the stuff in the freezer unfreezes when the door is open, and on the inside of the door was a bag of frozen raspberries. Luckily, Mommy didn't get mad at me. She knew I didn't mean for that to happen. After that though, the top of the fridge was covered with stuff, and I never could get back up on top of the cabinets. :-(
May 26th 2010 6:24 pm
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I just want to thank all of you who sent good wishes to me and Mom as we remembered my Bridge anniversary yesterday. Special thanks to for the rose rosies from Nala Sue and Mr. Sam, and the heart rosies from Peaches and Toni and her family.
We hate to remember that day six years ago, so instead, I will offer a happy memory:
One evening way back when, I was lounging on the ottoman while Mommy and Daddy were watching television. Mommy tossed a little furry mousie at me. I flipped it around, and it landed behind my head. I stretched my head back to see it, and it started to slide down the ottoman. As I reached back for it, I started to slide down the ottoman. The mousie fell to the floor, and as reached for it, I slowly, slowly slid onto the floor, head first, like molasses. Mommy and Daddy laughed and laughed. Obviously, they thought it was an accident.
Boy, do I miss those days ...
December 29th 2009 7:10 pm
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The holiday season is over. I look down on Mommy and her furmily, but things are much different from when I was with her. I had a daddy then, and Mommy and Daddy had their parents too. And everyone would be together, and I would get presents! Presents from everyone, and I loved presents. I always knew they were for me even if they weren't catnippy. (I didn't like catnip anyway.) I helped to open them, always. I loved all the wrapping paper being torn off presents and tossed aside for me to frolick in. I remember the year I got the window perch. As soon as Mom slid it out of the box, I sat on it - before it was even assembled. Oh, and the year I got the remote control (big) mouse. I was scared of it, and everyone laughed at the big pussycat who was scared of a fake mouse.
Then there was the tree. I liked the tree, but I didn't bother it. I just sat under it. It was nice. It was a real tree, and it smelled real good.
Of course, let me not forget those holiday dinners. Mmmm, yummy food.
I know Mommy misses those days and especially me. She says nothing is the way it used to be and gets real sad, but I was glad to see this year that she was not as sad. She put her tree up finally and had a talk with me. I only saw her get sniffly once, and she has been having fun watching AnnaDee and Rafiki fight over (or should I say 'under') the tree. Hopefully, this is the start of many more happy holiday seasons for her.
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