I just clicked on your name as "one of my friends" on my page, and found that you had lost your dear pal, Sophie. I also have a sweet cat-girl, Zubi, and I dread the thought that she might die, or get hit by a car, or whatever. She is such a dear comfort to me, that I don't know what I would do. She's considered an original "feral cat", but as a baby, she came to me for help. Gave it to her, & for a long time, she wouldn't be friendly towards my partner, however, she is making up to him now. I hope you will take care of yourself, and remind yourself that you do have some human friends online here. Your gal friend, Joan
DEAR BETTY,
WAS SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR LOVING COMPANION, SOPHIE. THEY BECOME SUCH A PART OF OUR LIVE PRETTY SOON THEY ARE OUR BEST FRIENDS, CLOSEST CONFIDANTS, WE TELL THEM THINGS WE WOULD`NT TELL ANY ONE ELSE. THEY LOVE US BECAUSE OF WHO WE ARE AND NOT WHAT WE ARE, MY CAT LOVES ME WITH MY HAIR STANDING ON END AND NEVER COUNTS MY WRINKLES ! JUST THE FEEL OF HER FUR AND THE COMFORTING SOUND OF HER GOOD-NITE "SONG" AS SHE SETTLES IN AROUND MY SHOULDER AT NITE, SAY`S IT ALL.
THREE MONTHS AGO I HAD TO MAKE THE SAME DECISION ABOUT MY SIAMESE
LONG HAIR. SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL WITH HUGE BLUE EYES THAT LOOKED INTO
YOUR HEART. SHE WAS 20 YEARS OLD AND NEVER HAD A SICK DAY IN HER LIFE AND THEN HER KIDNEYS FAILED AND SHE WAS IN TERRIBLE PAIN. THE VET SAID AT HER AGE THERE WAS NOTHING THEY COULD DO, THE KINDEST THING WAS TO GIVE HER PEACE. IT WAS SO HARD, I WAS A MESS FOR DAYS SO I REALLY FEEL YOUR PAIN. MY HUSBAND MADE HER A MERKER, I PAINTED IT AND PUT A POEM TO HER ON IT. THIS IS IT
DO NOT STAND BY MY GRAVE AND CRY, I AM NOT THERE I`VE SAID GOOD-BYE.
I`M IN THE FLOWERS, I`M IN THE TREES, I`M IN THE SOFT WARM SUMMER BREEZE, LOOK UP INTO THE CLEAR BLUE SKY, REMEMBER THE COLOR OF MY EYE`S? I`M IN YOUR HEARTS, I`M INYOUR DREAMS.
I`M IN THE GRASS BENEATH YOUR FEET.
DO NOT SIT BY MY GRAVE AND WEEP.
I HAVE NO PAIN SO NOW I SLEEP
I`LL BE THINKING OF YOU AND YOUR "MENAGERIE" HAVE A BETTER TOMORROW.
YOUR FRIEND....LONNIE
This pix is for Sophie..your story brought a catch to my throat as my pets are members of my family & are mourned & missed when they're gone. As Clinton said..."I feel your pain." Sincerely, Gayle
HI,
JUST DROPPED BY TO SAY HI AND SEE HOW YOU ARE. WHATS NEW WITH YOU,
ARE YOU HAVING NICE WEATHER?
i`M WAITING FOR A NEW JOURNAL FROM YOU. I LOVE THE PEOPLE YOU WRITE ABOUT, TIL NEXT TIME, YOUR FRIEND LONNIE
I like to read about grandma and grandpa mine raised me so i have great memories.I think I will write a few memories I have .Thanks for your memories i enjoyed them.
Your childhood sounds like a wonderful Time ,I can close my eyes and almost see the faces of the laughing children running and tumbling about in thegrass and wild flowers, while the grown ups sat on the porch and smiled at the wonder of their energy. What wonderful memories you must have ! !
I love gardening , woodworking and animals of all kinds, we just lost our 21 year old siamese,very heartbreaking. We have another cat,longhair part siberian woodscat. Very thick long hair, very muti-colored and beautiful. She has a mind of her own, when she`s happy she`s happy all over and when she`s mad it`s
all over. She thinks she`s a person. Her name is oatmeal.
Thanks for the comment. Your childhood memories sound so familiar to my own. Prompted me to think about another journal about Grandma's Porch where the women gathered also to "string and break beans" and gossip.
Condolences about your Siamese. I've lost a few cats at 20+. When you have had them that long they become part of your being, I think. Oatmeal sounds delightful! See my journal about "New Fridge" to read how spoiled my fuzzy, feathered babies are!
Really enjoyed reading this, I was born in Tennessee,"at the head of the creek", my grandmother lived and died there, I too have many fond memories of gramma, she would take me with her to gather wild greens, which she placed in her apron, she always wore an apron, she would sent me and my sister to the little country store, with a paper sack, which she called a "poke", we never took money, just a few fresh eggs that we traded for penny candy.