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Title:Meower Power - Where Differing Opinions are Respected
Notice:purrrrr...
Moderator:JULIET::CORDES_JA
Created:Wed Nov 13 1991
Last Modified:Fri Jun 06 1997
Last Successful Update:Fri Jun 06 1997
Number of topics:1079
Total number of notes:28858

149.0. "REMEMBERING" by SANFAN::BALZERMA () Tue Jan 21 1992 12:09

    
    
    
    In V1 of Feline I entered this note and and decided to do so again.
    This note is for taking the time to remember events and milestones
    that conjure up those precious memories of our kids that are such 
    a part of who we are.
    
    
    
    
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149.1SANFAN::BALZERMATue Jan 21 1992 12:1710
    
    It has been TWO years since the Bales took his first trip across
    the US from Boston to his new home San Francisco.  I loved that 
    little ball of fur then and he means all the more to me now.  I can
    picture his front paws crossed over the edge of the bed that was in the
    carrier and his head rested contently upon them.  Little did I know that 
    I would go on to show him to his Grand and through him come to adore 
    Exotics and begin a breeding program. Thank you Bailey... :') 
    
    
149.2JUPITR::KAGNOKitties with an AttitudeTue Jan 21 1992 12:4031
    I have lost too many cats over the years to circumstances beyond my
    control and all were very dear to me.  However, my most fondest
    memories are of Murdock, a lovely sealpoint Birman neuter.  I was the
    one who purchased Murdock but he had other plans.  He fell in love with
    my husband and could care less about me :^(.  Still, I adored this
    cat... he had such a personality and loved being shown.  Last year, we
    frequented many cat shows across the Northeast in both CFA and CFF in
    an effort to attain his Grand Premiership and Grand Championship.  He
    never missed a show for points in either association (or for making
    people fall in love with him!) and we did manage to earn the title of
    Grand Premier in CFA.  He championed in CFF and much to my surprise,
    was Second Best Birman Nationally at the end of the season...
    after only 3 shows!!
    
    One month after attaining his Grand in CFA, Murdock was afflicted with
    and succombed to Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy.  A wall in our home is
    dedicated in his memory and holds all of his rosettes and certificates
    acquired during the show season.  Pictures of him are framed and placed
    throughout the house.  We can still get teary eyed just looking at
    those photos and remembering what it was like when Murdock shared our
    lives.
    
    We hope that one day in the future, his memory will live on in the form
    of another Birman.  Until that time, we take comfort with our current
    five cats who, although special in their own ways, can never be what
    Murdock was to us.
    
    We miss you Buddy!
    
    (Sniff!)
    
149.3Remembering KallisteMUTTON::BROWNTue Jan 21 1992 13:2517
    It is funny that you started this note today Marlene, because just a
    few minutes ago I was reading with next unseen and saw your reply in
    the brag note that mentioned Kalliste's role in Joui's DM, and him  
    looking down from heaven on his son Obi and how proud he would be. 
    I broke down in tears.  
    
    I have been doing a lot of remembering lately, memories of Kalliste
    have been flooding in on me for weeks.  This month marks a year since
    his death.  It hasn't been an easy year and I still miss him terribly.
    It is true that he was a great loss to my breeding program, but more
    importantly, I miss his companionship.  I think of Kalliste as the love
    of my life.  He was strong, but sensitive; brave but not cocky;
    handsome but not vain; and very, very loving.  I had a special bond
    with him and I miss that.
    
    Jo
    
149.4Tiki & the wind up owlCIVIC::FAHELAmalthea Celebras/Silver UnicornMon Feb 17 1992 12:4118
    Speaking of remembering...
    
    The other night my husband and I were cleaning out a closet, and came
    across a bag of "generic stuff".
    
    I started to see what-all was in there, and I came across a little wind
    up owl...one that waddles when you wind it.
    
    This was one of Tiki's favorite toys when he was a kitten.  (We would
    wind it up, and he would knock it over just to hear the noise, then
    bring it to us to be wound again.)  We both started to cry when we saw
    it.
    
    We placed it near a picture of Tiki that we have in our living room.
    
    Tiki II...we still miss you.
    
    K.C.
149.5MAGEE::MERRITTTue Mar 17 1992 12:238
    Memories........Tamba if you were still with me I would give you
    the biggest best Birthday present on March 20th.   But now that
    you are in Kitty heaven...all I can give you his my love, memories,
    and my heart!   And you have them all!
    
    Happy 3rd Birthday and I miss you baby!!!
    
    Sandy
149.6MAGEE::MERRITTKitty CityTue Oct 06 1992 11:419
    It's so hard to believe that Tamba left me for kitty heaven one
    year ago today.   That tragic day is still so close to my heart...
    and I miss my baby terribly.
    
    Tamba...We all miss you so......but I do believe you are still close 
    to us and you continue to send all these needy kitties our way!!!!
    
    Mom and Dad (Poco, Barkley, Angus, Chloe, Dewey, Abby, Bogie, 
                 Van Gogh, J.C. and Sass)
149.7SANFAN::BALZERMATue Mar 02 1993 15:0930
    
    I had packed all my luggage in the car and headed to the back of the
    house to say goodbye to the kids.  The girls were off exploring as
    it was there first time at Linda's, but I knew exactly where to find
    the Bales.  True to form he was in Tom's computer chair. He saw me and
    did a big kitty stretch.  I leaned over him, rubbed his belly and told him
    that I loved him.  He put his paw on my cheek and I said goodbye.  And
    that is what I remember when I think of him.
    
    Bailey died Friday morning while I was in Acton.  Linda had been
    thinking the night before how wonderful he looked.  He was eating well,
    taking his meds and was being totally entertaining.  He really liked
    being there and when someone walked towards him he would throw himself
    on the floor and roll over and over like a dog.  They went to get him
    to medicate Friday morning and found him stretched out on the floor in
    one of his usual spots.  They pet him and realized that he ws dead.
    She said he looked so peaceful.  I needed to hear that.
    
    I am getting through this because I know that this was Bailey's gift to
    me.  I was not the one who found him, I did not have to pick him up
    and bring him to the vet and most important of all, I did not have to
    make the decision.
    
    Bales, I will always love you.  "You bring me joy..."
    
    All my love,
    Mum
    
    
    
149.8With sympathyCASCRT::LUSTHugs - food for the soulTue Mar 02 1993 15:235
    oh, no!  Marlene, I am so sorry.  You and he gave such a good fight, 
    and the love you shared was special.   He will live in your memories
    'til you meet again.
    
    Linda
149.9JUPITR::KAGNOKitties with an AttitudeTue Mar 02 1993 15:3410
    Marlene, your tribute brought tears to my eyes.  You and Bailey were so
    lucky to have had each other, and he will live forever in your heart.
    
    Treasure those special memories.
    
    Big hugs go out to you, Callie, and Kisa.
    
    Love,
    Roe
    
149.10MAYES::MERRITTKitty CityTue Mar 02 1993 15:5610
    
    With tears flowing.....I just want to say how sorry I am to hear
    about the Bales.  He was so special.....and just like my Tamba he
    left peacefully and did not force you to make that final decision
    for him.  He is with all our furry friends who will take very
    special care of him!
    
    Hugs to you Marlene....
    
    Sandy
149.11with sympathyFPTVX1::ABRAMSSomething....wonderfulTue Mar 02 1993 15:589

So sorry about Bailey.  My Bailey sends his love too.


bill,diane,
and
Klaus,Katrina,Phantom,Nutmeg,Coconut,Georgina,Bailey&Bosco

149.12EMASS::SKALTSISDebTue Mar 02 1993 22:483
    I'm so sorry...
    
    Deb
149.13Cats' EyesDRUMS::FEHSKENSlen, EMA, LKG1-2/W10Wed Mar 03 1993 11:4111
    There's a wonderful book called "Cats' Eyes" that depicts the life of a
    cat as seen through its eyes.  The next to last page, where he curls up
    in a favorite place and goes to sleep for the last time is moving
    beyond telling.  Like this note, it's titled "Remembering".  I have never
    gotten through this book without coming totally apart.  Still, it helps
    you focus on all the wonderful moments, and the last page will leave
    smiling through your tears.  I can't recommend it too highly.  I think
    it's still available in paperback.
    
    len.
     
149.14PROXY::HUTCHESONthe revolution will not be televisedWed Mar 03 1993 13:364
I'm so sorry....


                         susan
149.15Our hearts are with you...ISLNDS::SOBEKWed Mar 03 1993 14:3522
    Marlene,
    
    I am so sorry to hear that you lost Bales. He fought a good battle and
    beat the odds for a long time. Hugs to you in this time of pain and
    loss.
    
    All of us who followed your stories of Bales and the triumph of his
    successful battles share in your sadness at his passing....
    
    One of my favorites.....
    
    		The companionship of a cat
    		is never measured in weeks,
    		but in years of memories
    		and dreams that cannot be
    		be duplicated.
    				Roger Valentine, D.V.M.
    
    Your Bales was blessed with love without limits.. The memories and
    the dreams you shared are yours forever...
    
    Linda
149.16Goodbye.. xo from us...GAVEL::FALLONThu Mar 04 1993 09:398
    Marlene, I am sorry.  I heard it actually from Jo before I even read
    this note just a few minutes ago.  My heart goes out to you. We will
    all miss Bailey.
    Karen
    Stinky, Ruby, Wing, Goldie, Tubba, Josette, Cassie, Lynxie, Smeadge,
    Drak, Willie, Evvie, Ferret and her babies,                         
    plus the birds: GEorgio, Lucy and
    Niki.  
149.17DAGWST::BROWNeverybody run Prom Queen's Gotta Gun!Thu Mar 04 1993 18:3315
    I have been busy at work and unable to read notes for until now. 
    Marlene, you know how I loved the Bales, even though I wasn't his
    favorite person.  He was a great cat, a trouper, and I had the utmost
    respect for him.  In a lot of ways he seemed like a little human person
    in cat fur.  
    
    It is remarkable that he was able to continue to live so well after his
    illness was diagnosed.  Perhaps his recovery will in some way help vets
    to understand Cardiomyopathy, and give all the rest of the cats in the
    world hope of an equally successful recovery.
    
    I am so glad that you have such a great memory of your last moments
    with him.  Cherish that always.
    
    Jo
149.18R.I.P. Bailey...SALEM::DILLON_MMajor Mudd, my hero.Fri Mar 05 1993 14:368
	Marlene,

	We knew Bailey. We meet once and he touched our hearts. His memory will 
always be with us. 
	We are so sorry.

	Diane, Mike, Kai and Teddy
    
149.19SANFAN::BALZERMAMon Mar 08 1993 15:308
    
    Your support and kind words enabled me to make it through last week,
    thank you so very much.  I picked up Bailey's ashes on Friday and
    and now he is home.  I feel such a sense of peace...
    
    Marlene
    
    
149.20SANFAN::BALZERMATue Jun 01 1993 17:5822
    
    I was in a cleaning frenzy this weekend and sat down to clean out the
    bottom shelf of my bookcase.  I pulled out one of those "Kitten Starter
    Kits" that was tucked in between 2 books.  I looked at the contents
    and sobbed.  It was the packet that Cin gave me when I got Bailey. It
    contained all his kitten info including his health certificate for
    flying, his rabies vaccine, his shot record and the receipt from Cin
    when I purchased him...
    
    So many times I had attempted to respond to David's note 538.  It has
    been 3 months since Bailey died and the pain and the emptiness has not
    subsided in the least bit..  I had to take home the picture of him that 
    I kept on my desk because I kept catching it in my periphery and would 
    get depressed.  I have the 2 girls at home.  They are sweeties, but the 
    relationship we have is vastly different.  There is just not that 
    "connection".  Sometimes I actually feel guilty that I do not love them 
    with the same intensity that I did Bailey.  People used to kid me that I 
    "loved Bailey more than the girls".  My response used to be "not more, just
    different".  Who was I kidding.  I did love him more, and always will...
                                                         
    
    
149.21You Never ForgetDRUMS::FEHSKENSlen, Engineering Technical OfficeThu Jun 03 1993 11:1941
    I don't know that you ever really get over the loss.  I have a
    wonderful book called "Cat's Eyes" which depicts a cat's life as seen
    through its eyes (I think the author is Michael Taber (Tabor?) and I
    think it's out of print.  I have never been able to get past the last
    few pages, where the cat, after a long and satisfying life, takes his
    last nap under a favorite tree, without blubbering.  It does have a
    "happy" ending, as one of his offspring adopts his human.  But every
    time I manage the courage to read it I am reminded of the many wnderful
    cats who have let me share my life with them, and I miss them awfully.
    
    It's been almost three years since I stood beside Wabbit (aka "Big Brown")
    as she was euthanized, old age (seventeen years, all of tehm with me),
    diabetes and kidney failure having taken her to the limit.  Last night
    I listened to Gustav Mahler's Das Lied von der Erde ("The Song of the
    Earth") for the first time since that painful afternoon when we listened
    to last song, Der Abschied ("The Farewell") together before I took her
    on her last trip to the vet, and by the closing bars I was sobbing
    pitifully.  Das Lied has a special connection to Wabbit, as she would
    always come running when I whistled the opening horn calls.  But despite
    the tears and unfathomable loss, I can always smile in remembrance,
    because the loss is so great mostly because there is so much wonderful
    to remember about her.  It was a long time before I stopped doing double
    takes, thinking I had seen her in one of her her usual haunts.
    
    It's just as bad with her sister, Miss Monkey (aka "Little Brown") who
    died in my arms eight years earlier (eleven years now) of congestive
    heart failure while the vet examined her.  It seems like only
    yesterday that she was stretched out beside me, sticking her nose in
    my armpit, or sitting down in the middle of the Sunday Globe, begging
    for her share of a cinnamon donut.
    
    Wabbit and Monkey are survived by their step-brother Merlin, who's
    pushing eighteen years now (also all spent with me).  I treasure every
    moment with him, knowing that his time will come too, all too soon.
    But when Wabbit and Monkey were around, he was a bit of the odd man
    out.  Now, he has become every bit as special as his brown tabby sisters
    were to me, and he misses them every bit as much as I do.  Together we
    just get by without them.  Neither of us could do it alone.    
    
    len.
    
149.22A part of me ..always...ISLNDS::SOBEKThu Jun 03 1993 17:4885
    Memorial Day was this past weekend and it seemed natural to find myself
    at that special place near the edge of the garden ....Remembering.
    
    
    	TiJai	There are no words to describe the way he was loved by
    		everyone who knew him for all his 20 years ...and forever
    		after. If there were no heaven before he left us then I know
    		wherever he went became one when he arrived.
    
       		This day I chose to remember the way he would place his paw
    		over my mouth when I would (try to) sing to him, ..remove
    		it when I stopped ...and replace it when I started again.
    		He always found a way to get his message across. :^)
    
    	Sheba	My role model for more than 20 years.  If there is such a
  		thing as a 'familiar' she was mine.  She often appears in
    		my dreams and I waken to feelings of almost unbearable
    		joy and sadness.
    
    		This time I remembered her as a kitten ...tiny, fiesty and
    		ready to take on the world. :^)
    
    	Sity	The last of the three Siamese who shared my life for over
    		20 years.  Always elegant and aloof, ..she decided that Bob
		was her person the minute he came into her world and she
    		adored him forever after.
    
    		I smiled as I remembered the day she startled a group of
    		visitors by falling through the suspended ceiling into
    		the kitchen sink full of water. A lady always makes a
    		grand entrance! :^)
    
    	Lovey	My first Birman.  I named her Love Story, ..not knowing
    		then that she was truly the beginning of a love story
    		that would take me on one of the greatest adventures of
    		my life.  As I watched her young life slip away, I said
    		I could not become a cat breeder after all ...the hurts
    		were much too deep.  Lovey taught me the strengths to know
    		that I can ..and I will.
    
    		I remembered the first time I saw her ..in her carrier when
    		she arrived at the airport. One look at her and the love
    		story began...
    
    	Magic	Truly my Magickal Childe. My sweet little Birman girl whose
    		much too brief time with us brought me such joy and so many
    		dreams ...dreams that are still coming true.
    
    		I remembered her first night in our home.  She was stretched
    		out beside me, cuddled in the bend of my arm.  Every once in
    		a while she would reach out and touch my face ..as gently and
    		as movingly as she touched my life.
    
    	Mooner	Moonstruck seemed the right name for her as there must have
    		been a little 'moon madness' in the way I fell head over
    		heels in love with her.  In my eyes she was perfect in
    		every way ..except for the hole in her heart that would	
    		take her after only a year. It was too short a time, but
    		the miracle was that she lived a full and happy life for
    		that entire year and I am forever grateful for that ..and
    		for the chance to share it.
    
    		I have many cherished memories of Mooner, ..but on this
    		day I remembered holding her close to my heart and wishing
    		for just one more miracle.....
    
    Mistral	My wonderful Birman boy that carried me through all the
    		highs and lows of showing.  The lessons and the memories are	
    		invaluable and too numerous to list.
    
    		But ..as always, when Mistral is in my mind, I remembered him
    		with his head tucked under my chin and those great paws
    		wrapped around my neck. ...I could almost hear his purr.
    
    
    Whenever I remember these friends that have I loved so much ..or think
    about the wonderful feline friends that now share our home  ..I am
    amazed and humbled at how lucky I have been.
    
    I have decided that it doesn't matter to them or to me if anyone is the 
    favorite.  Love is unmeasurable and I am just deeply grateful to have
    shared so much.
    
    Linda
     
149.23FSOA::DJANCAITISstressful waitingFri Jun 04 1993 13:525
   Linda,

   That was beautiful...........

   Debbi
149.24Farewell to MidnightHOTLNE::GRILLOFri Jul 07 1995 20:3438
    Even though my beloved kitten wasn't a purebreed anything, I fell in
    love with my half Siamese-half long hair named Midnight.  The cat
    thought I was his Mother because I could mimic his calls.  So,
    everywhere I went, I was followed by the almost completely black bundle
    of fur.  Midnight never caused any problems, not even with my parents
    dog (I still lived at home at the time).  Samantha (a toy poodle) and
    Midnight actually became the best of friends.  They would nap together,
    play tag (literally), watch tv together, share food, chase squirrels,
    you name it, they did it together.  The only thing they didn't share
    was my bed.  That was Midnight's territory.  Before we could go to bed,
    I would have to brush him for at least 15 minutes.  He loved his
    brushing.  Those nights I was out late, he would not go to sleep till I
    came home.  But don't you know I got scolded, by him, about that.  In
    fact, one night, I was sneaking in passed curfew, and the house was
    pitch black.  I wasn't sure whether or not my Dad was up, and I didn't
    want to take any chances of being caught with beer breath.  So, I
    tip-toed over to the refrigerator, and grabbed the cranberry juice. 
    The next thing I know, I'm being batted in the head with a certain
    cat's paws.  Being part Siamese, he loved to climb, and he also meowed
    like a Siamese.  Yup, you guessed it.  Midnight woke the whole house
    yelling at me for coming in so late.  I still loved that cat.  The last
    great memory I had was of taking him and Samantha for a car ride. 
    Midnight would give up Tunafish for a car ride!  He was my scarf;  he
    would wrapp himself around my neck, and tickle my ears with his tail as
    he watched the world roll by.  Unfortunately, we discovered that lit'l
    Midnight had feline Aids from his mother.  We found out 3 weeks before
    Christmas.  He went downhill from there.  Even Samantha noticed.  In a
    matter of weeks his appetite went out the window, it hurt him to walk,
    or go to the bathroom.  Christmas was to be the last day I ever held my
    little baby.  He died while cuddling with me in his sleep.  I have been
    unable to buy another kitten since for both emotional and housing
    reasons.  But, the strange thing is, Samantha still morns her little
    friend.  It got to the point where she refused to eat or do anything. 
    We ended up having to buy a stuffed cat that looked like Midnight, and
    giving it to her.  That stuffed cat never leaves her side.  Even Dogs
    can learn to appreciate a beautiful hearted cat.
    
    	Tracy
149.25bye boots, love yerTROOA::TEMPLETONWill wonders never cease!!!Sat Aug 19 1995 01:0115
    Our nice little Boots out lived two dogs and she beat them up every time
    she got a chance, but, she missed them when they died (as we did) she was 
    always the boss, very small but feisty, she would the defend the house 
    regardless of what came around.
    She killed my sons pet mouse but when I found her in the morning, with
    her paw on poor little Ralph, and said NO BAD CAT, she never killed
    anything in the house again, she even went out of her way to look after
    the rest of the menage that my son brought home over the years.
     
    She was a pet, and even though I have a new problem in the house, she
    will be missed and never forgoten
                 
    
    joan