Jo's Angel Mouse
March 28, 1995
This event repeats every year.
Event Location: Angel Kitties
Notes: Birthday for Jo's Angel Mouse
Oh how you are missed my sweet Mousie. You were taken way before it was time. We love you so very much, and celebrate your birthday!
The love for animals runs very deeply in our hearts and souls. Special needs pets find us somehow and seem to be drawn to some extremely caring people, who will take the time and give the help, love and home to these very courageous pets.
I had to share this here so that we all may send glow and prayers to the wonderful woman who has taken Faith into her heart. It seems to me that these special needs pets don't know the words, "I can't". I am inspired and awed by this incredible dog!
FAITH'S STORY- There is a video and text on the website to read more about her, and her family. Enjoy!
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It is with a profound sadness that I post this entry. Rusty was quite an amazing cat! The love that he shared with his human and other fur kids in his family has touched me deeply. I know that Rusty is happy and healthy once again, as a new resident at the Rainbow Bridge. He has been welcomed there.. and is a joy to all!
Jo
DBDustbuny writes:
"It is with a sadness so hard to express that my precious Rusty has passed over to the Rainbow Bridge this afternoon, March 22nd, 2006, at 1:00 P.M.. His health was failing him and his quality of life was not good. I couldn't bring myself to make him stay longer and so we went to see his vet, Doctor Leigh.
We went to the back room and as he sat on the table on his favorite blue blanket, with snow flakes on it, and we said our goodbyes. He shook hands with me for the very last time and I cradled his head as he left this world and started a new journey.
His spirit will always be with me so close in my heart. My sweet loving companion for almost 20 years is now among the angels. He will bug them to shake hands and play patty cake and be held and get special tummy rubs. Sleep sweet my dear little angel . Momma loves you so very dearly."
Below is a poem I wrote for him a while back to tell a bit about his purrsonality.
RUSTY'S SUNSHINE WORLD
Rusty is my orange cat,
laying in the sunshine,
belly up and snoring,
sweet precious clown of mine.
He's been there a long long time,
occasionally he rolls,
and stretches long his body,
and covers nose with toes.
and then he stretches out full length,
and give a happy sigh,
dreaming of a million mice,
as the world flies by.
Sometimes I really wish that I,
Could be like RUSTY cat,
and lay there in the sunshine,
and tell the world to scat!!!!
Julia Amelia Morrison - Catnip Hill Studio
03-06-1998
DBDustbuny@aol.com
Keke was just a beautiful girl cat and a playful young thing. I found her wondering around the yard.Her previous owner had just left her behind. She was a very playful young cat with nobody to love her.
I took her in and gave her as much love and care as I could to make up for the life she was living outdoors on her own. You could tell she was grateful to me so she made herself at home. I had her for about 2 years and then she got very ill. I did everything I knew how to do for her even feed her baby food because she had trouble swallowing.
But soon even that she could not eat. She went to Rainbow bridge in October or November of this year. She had dwindled down to nothing. Oh, Keke, what a joy you were in my life the short time you were with me and I will never forget those big gold eyes you had. So wait for me there with my other babies, see you later.
Love mom.
Written by CCero423
My Mia was such a gentle quiet soul, about 8 years of age. She died in my arms and wept with one last breath because cancer struck her down. She was very loyal to me if she felt I was in pain or sad, she didn't want to leave my side. She had very good instincts about that sort of thing, she was very sensitive and timid. Mia loved playing outdoors that was her heaven, in fact she took on a different personality out there.
I will miss you my Mia baby and I know you still come around.
Play at the bridge my love and wait for me there,
Always your Mom.
Wiley was a sweet little Blaze Mitt ferret boy, that came to us after being with a friend
of ours for a few days.
When he got here, he was used to eating 1 or 2 large marshmallows every day,
which was taking a toll on him. After getting him over to a solid ferret diet,cutting
out the sweets, he became more active and so full of life.
As he got older and the cataracts that took his vision, he was so funny to watch
when he tried to find some treat he really wanted. He would sway his head back
and forth like Stevie Wonder when he sings. He would always find the object of his
affection and then gobble it down and want more.
He was diagnosed with Lymphosarcoma and Lymphoid Leukemia on April 10,
2003, and succumbed to it on March 9, 2006, almost 3 years later. When first
diagnosed with these diseases, he was given 2 months to live, but outlived that
prognosis many times over.
It wasn't until a week and a half before he left us that he really started showing
signs of the disease and became uncomfortable. We took him to the vet and
sought medical attention for his needs and got him on pain medication which
he received 2 to 3 times a day.
On the morning he went to the bridge, he slept with his human Mommy and Daddy
and went peacefully as he slept.
He joined his brudders & sisters already at the bridge, Bear, Bonnie, Boozer,
Clyde, Dharma, Sage, StinkMan & Tweeky at 6:00 AM PT, March 9, 2006.
He is missed terribly and we send our love to him each and everyday.
Fly High Our Precious Love, Be Free, We'll see you before you know it and we'll always
hold you in our hearts!
Love Always,
Mom & Dad
AJ, Buster, Crystal, Emmy, Hooky, Joey, Lucky, Peanut, Reno, Ruffie Roo, Tiny, Tweek & Winky
This is an absolutely magnificent site.
The poetry and the resources are wonderfully comforting and I wanted to share this site with the people who read this journal. Please feel free to pass this resource on to your friends and family who may need this extraordinarily compassionate support.
Go in Peace,
Jo
At age 17 yrs. 9 mo., Clyde died peacefully with me petting him while he laid in
his favorite chair. The vet, Rainbow Bridge, offers a special service of coming
to people's home and euthanizing their pets when they are ready. He was in a
lot of pain the last 2 days. He wasn't eating. He couldn't get into the litter
box comfortably anymore and was urinating bloody urine on my dining room
floor. The last morning, I could tell he was ready to die... he was telling me he
was dying.
I'm sure he would have died on his own that day or the very next.
He was saying good-bye to me. I just couldn't bare to watch his decline or see
him in pain anymore. The vet told me that it was most likely bladder cancer.
We suspected it 4 months earlier and decided not to do anything heroic at his age
and to treat it holistically. At nearly 18 years, anything heroic might have killed
him anyway.
I feel relieved that he is out of pain, relieved that I no longer have to worry
about him, for I served him well. I did so much in the last few years to give him the best quality of life.
I miss him tremendously, but I know his spirit is still here.We had such a strong
bond of unconditional love for each other. He didn't want to let me out of his sight.
He followed my every move, and if I was absent too long from his sight he came to look for me.
Letting go of Clyde was HUGE! Everything else pales in comparison and will not
be hard for me to give up. I look forward to meeting him again at the Rainbow Bridge.
JoAnn
Here you will find many powerful support resources and chats available.
I am woefully behind in adding some of the incredible entries that Mandy has posted in her journal.
I wanted to highlight this particular post, because we can so easily forget our "mission" to protect animals, not breed then for cruel hunting. Let's not get into the vegan-meat-eater issue here, or a political discussion about hunting in general. That must be a topic for another time, but this episode really brings out front how we do manipulate our environment for pleasure, no matter what cost to living creatures. "Canned" hunting , no matter how you slice it, really puts the odds.. where? Who wins?
I agree with Mandy that all "canned hunts" must be banned. Let folks go out and put their lives at risk and get some equality going here. It just is disgusting to put a Lion, Tiger, or other wildlife into a box.. and the "brave" warrior gets to go home with a trophy with about as much risk as going to a zoo. Wow!
I am going to be trying to keep up more with posts related to Mandy's journal. I just have had so much going on in real life now..
Thanks, Mandy, as always!
jo
It is with great sadness that I tell of the loss of my precious old Marmalade.
At 18 he was still going strong despite a heart murmur and a bit
of arthritis. On Tuesday morning March 7th he left his soft spot on the bed
and decided to lay next to the bed on the floor. We found him curled up in a
ball, sound asleep forever.
Marmalade "Marmy" slept next to my pillow each night keeping me safe from
all the terrible bed monsters that only cats can see. I will miss his silly look
when he wanted to play and the way he acted like he hated his tummy
tussled when he actually enjoyed it totally. I will miss him trying to turn
the pages of the books I read and him grabbing the pen from my hand
as I wrote in my daily journal. I will miss his booming purr that helped me f
all asleep and the soft paw that patted me in the night to make sure
I knew he was there.
I know he is in heaven with my other angels and now our dear friend Bill
that just passed away. Bill loved cats too and will watch over my special
orange boy.
Goodbye precious friend. I will see you someday near the rainbow bridge.
In the mean time enjoy the catnip and the fresh air there in heaven.
Love,
Momma
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or,
"that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the
distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for
"just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."
Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have
been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness,
the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to
overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand
phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust,
and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a
better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of
all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past,
and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away
from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they will understand that it's not "just a dog" but
the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because
they "just don't understand."
---Versatile Hunting Dog Magazine, February 2006
Author: Richard Biby
