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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Frankie and his pink boa
Chester

Feeties, its all- about my- feeties!
 
 
Purred: Wed Oct 27, '10 3:09pm PST 
My buddy Frankie went to the bridge. I don't gt it. I don't know what happened. But I am sure him and Merlin and JV and all my other friends are up there kicking around the brusselballs

*sniffling*
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Please help find a poem.
Winnie

Where are my- tummy rubs huh?
 
 
Purred: Wed Dec 30, '09 8:13am PST 
Forget it, I found it. It's called "you chose tears"



WARNING: grab a tissue before you read this...........................................

Choices
by Anne Kolaczyk
February 5, 1998

The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, ratties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying.

He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet, and Mommy's image danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.

"Is something wrong?"

The little orange boy turned around. A lady was standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't supposed to come here yet."

The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When she started to pet him and scratch behind his ears like he liked, he started to chitter and chatter and grind his teeth in happiness. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here, and your mommy knows it deep down in her heart." the lady said.

The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And Daddy too."

"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."

"That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or how big he was getting.

"No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose tears."

"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. "Who would choose to cry?"

The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel safe and loved and warm-but he still worried about his mommy. "Let me tell you a story," the lady said.

The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.

Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie.

Dogs too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.

She smiled at them and began:

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A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were lonesome and asked the angel to help them.

The angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things-dolls and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events.

"Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome."

"Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."

"You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.

But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "Things are okay to love," they said, "but they don't care that we love them."

The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know you love them."

So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.

Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the Angel in Charge.

"They know we love them," they told the angel, "but they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return."

So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the angel said.

But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "People were okay to love," they said, "but sometimes they stopped loving us and left. They broke our hearts."

The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you." he said. "You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."

As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked.

But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy Trainers," he said, "but there's a problem with their system operations."

"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.

"Yes," the angel said.

"Would they love us back?" another asked.

"Yes." the angel said.

"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.

"No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."

"Then these are what we want." the Loving Ones said.

But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals."

"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.

"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."

"We don't care."

The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the animals' eyes.

"They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."

But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would burst. "We will take our chances." they said.

"You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."

The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."

The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen Tears." he whispered.

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"So it is," the kind lady told the animals, "and so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it will leave them, and they will cry."

The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.

"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."

"Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge of the pond. His mommy was still there and still crying. "Will she ever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.

She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them special."

She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of snuggling and petting and shared love. And the promise of love once again. As your mommy cries, she is healing.

"In time, she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."

"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.

The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.
"Look," she said, "the butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?"

The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"

The kind lady nodded. "You'll be in the eyes of every rattie she looks at. You'll be in the brux and boggle of every rat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon, you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turn to come."

"I would like that." the little orange boy said and took one long look at his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears, and he knew she had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.

"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced over at the others, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise." And he ran off with the others to play.
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Please help find a poem.

Winnie

Where are my- tummy rubs huh?
 
 
Purred: Wed Dec 30, '09 7:54am PST 
A friend of mommy's had a kitty pass away and mommy is trying to comfort her. And she remembers seeing a great poem called something along the lines of "you chose" it talks about cats having parts that wear out. She even thinks she mailed it to one of our friends but now can find it. Can anyone think of this poem?
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Food & Nutrition > my 12 week old kitten wont touch wet food

Winnie and- Chester

Mom...he just- bounced me- again!
 
 
Purred: Mon Nov 9, '09 7:29pm PST 
Precious I realize many on here will disagree, but I think you are beating yourself up senselessly over the cat liking dry. My last cat lived 16 very long healthy years on just dry food. Millions of cats do it every day. As long as your cat is getting a diet that is balanced and meets her/his dietary needs stop trying to force something that the cat isnt happy with.

I really doubt dry food caused your cats liver cancer btw!
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Behavior & Training > Clean Sheets on the Bed

Chester

Feeties, its all- about my- feeties!
 
 
Purred: Sat Jun 6, '09 8:04pm PST 
Does anyone else go absolutely crazy when your mommy puts new sheets on the bed? I dont mean just helping when she puts them on, but after that.

I roll around for 2 -3 days on them and go lay on them every time I can. They just feel sooooooooo good. My favorites are the silky ones mommy got from Ikea, but I like any.

After a couple days I go back to my normal sleepy places, but oooooh clean sheets!!!!!! dancing
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New to Catster/Tips & Tricks > Who's Online?
Winnie and- Chester

Mom...he just- bounced me- again!
 
 
Purred: Sat Apr 11, '09 4:12pm PST 
They are either working on this or it is in a slow death spiral. Going to intant messaging worked for a bit, but now it tells me I have to be registered/logged in to share that area with me, then when I click to log in it tells me I already am.......

FLEAAAAAA BAAATTTTTTHHHHH time
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New to Catster/Tips & Tricks > Who's Online?

Winnie and- Chester

Mom...he just- bounced me- again!
 
 
Purred: Sat Apr 11, '09 2:24pm PST 
Count us in the "who's on line-less" hasnt worked in a couple weeks. We sent Mr. Ted a pmail but haven't heard back...maybe his pmail isnt working either *giggle* We will try the work around mentioned. We're just glad it isnt just us!
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Behavior & Training > My Baby is TOO Affectionate!

Winnie

Where are my- tummy rubs huh?
 
 
Purred: Thu Mar 12, '09 12:00am PST 
Ok everyone will have me labelled as a bad mom after this, but Winnie can be like this too. Not always, but some days she just feels she MUST be on my desk, on my keyboard, being petted and loved on. And since I work away from home alot I LOVE that she wants to be near me when I am there. But since I do work from home part of the time, it is NOT conducive having my cat rolling around on my desk, knocking the phone over, laying on the keyboard while I am working.

I know that one thing Winnie doesnt like it to be picked up and huggled on (as much as she wants affection, up is not her thing). So I have figured out when she gets out of control on the desk if I pick her up and hug and kiss her for about a minute that once I let her down, she will go find somewhere else to lay in my office so that I dont get affectionate on HER.

So yes the cure for over affection in our house is over affection!!! *smile*

I do have a couch in my office and one end of it is her Hazel Lucy Blanket, (the end right near my desk) and when she isnt in a love overload mood she hangs out there with me!!!
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Saying Goodbye: Memorials & Support > Farewell Taag

Winnie

Where are my- tummy rubs huh?
 
 
Purred: Tue Mar 3, '09 10:16am PST 
*lays a rose down* Taag, oh no not you. You were my fur twin, we made fun of our dorky brothers together. How can you go away already. You were too young *sniff...sniff* I cant talk anymore. I love you Taag
little angel
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Party Time & Virtual Play Dates > Fido and Allie's Wedding - Dec 15 at 7:00 PM EST, 4:00 PM Catster Time
Chester

Feeties, its all- about my- feeties!
 
 
Purred: Mon Dec 15, '08 5:09pm PST 
*jumps up and tries to catch it* as everyone looks at him confused
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