Furry Memories On Monday

MeOW and welcome to a memory filled Monday. That’s right, today all across the blogosphere we’re takin’ a moment to ‘member those that have left this earthly realm. We know you might have come here today fur our Service Cat Monday posty, and we hope you’ll join us next Monday when we’ll pick up where we last left off. But, today is a very special day; and havin’ lost a great luv, we decided to take part in Rainbow Bridge Remembrance Day. Altho’ we don’t believe in this Rainbow Bridge, we do believe in heaven, and that our luvved ones move on to a better place when they leave us.

 

Lexi at 16 years old in mommy's lap
I luvz minez mommy even more today

 

 

Our furst memory today is of sis Lexi, mommy’s beluvved Service Cat and me’s much luvved sisfur. We miss her somethin’ fierce and hate that she had to go. Fur 17 years sis Lexi never left mommy’s side. Fur seven of those years, she was the bestest sisfur this girly could have ever asked fur. Sis Lexi was an Alpha cat from the minute she was born. Even tho’ she was the boss, she was almost always gentle ‘bout puttin’ me in me’s place. A lot of peeps only saw a black tabby cat when they looked at her. But to mommy and me, she was the most bootyful soul that ever lived. Even in her last days, she remained the majestic Empress and dutiful Service Cat. She could barely stand on her own four paws, but each day she was there to help mommy get her day started and end her days with luvvin’ massages. We will never unnerstand why she had to leave us; but, we’ll always ‘member her with a smile and luv in our hearts.

 

Ransom in good bye frame with poem

Ransom’s kitten photo

 

 

 

 

 

     We will at that sweet Dezi. Some days are better than others, but there will always be a hole in my heart that belonged to my beautiful Lexi. Good night my love, we will meet again. Lexi and I had known loss. Too much if you ask me, but God knows things I don’t. Even knowing that I would have to lose my precious fur babies, I wouldn’t have wanted to live my life without them. Before Dezi joined our family, Lexi and I had 5 great years with the very handsome Ragamuffin, Ransom. Bless his heart, he was all boy, all the time. He broke his leg when he was about 6 months old being rambunctious and throwing caution to the wind in his play. Just as his leg healed, he developed a severe UTI and his heart murmur got worse. He held on and fought to live four more years before leaving us for heaven. A piece of my heart will always belong to that fluffy little black kitty boy.

 

 

Lucky and Lexi lay in their window perches

Lucky and Lexi enjoyed their window perches. They laid side by

side for hours, daily.

 

 

     Before Ransom, there was Lucky, Lucky Luciano to be accurate. Altho’ named after a mobster, Lucky was the sweetest, most good natured Siamese I’d ever known. Born exactly 28 days before Lexi, they had grown up together and had a bond that almost killed her when he left. He was a gentle giant that loved spending time with me and his sisfur. He and Lexi were the first Service Cats to learn to drive the wheelchair. Nothing scared him. He was adventurous and giving. He regularly stepped back and let the gluttonous Lexi, who had scarfed down her meal, take his. He knew there would always be more. That mommy would always make sure he had plenty and never went hungry. He developed a sudden UTI that had him completely blocked. Unfortunately, my ignorance and lack of money cost him his life. I so miss his curious little apple headed face poking around the corner to spy on me. His journey to heaven left Lexi and me lost for years. When Lucky left, he took a big chunk of our hearts with him. I like to believe Lexi and Lucky are together again, waiting for me to join them in the happy hereafter.

 

 

Devon and Lucky

 

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This is Devon and Lucky and Lexi hangin’ out together

 

     Devon, a boxy Himilayan, was an only cat when I decided to start fostering kittens for the rescue group that brought me Lucky and Lexi. He was such a good natured laid back boy, that he took it all in stride. He was a great Service Cat, and even liked to play daddy to the kittens I brought in. We fostered motherless kittens. Even when they would yell all night and keep us awake for weeks at a time, he would still coddle and bathe them and teach them how to be a cat. A brain tumor took him away much too young. Every time I see a kitty curled up in a sink, I smile and remember my sweet Himi boy. Altho’ he is missed, I’m grateful he’s no longer in pain and confused. 

 

 

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Shad, the original Service Cat

 

 

     I end my memories today with my faithful Shad, my first Service Cat. She was the original, and there will never be another like her. She and I had a hard life, but a life filled with love and devotion. It was her love and devotion for me that caused her to take action and train herself to help me after my accident. She was remarkable, silly, and her love knew no bounds. Whether we lived in our car or had a home with rooms and stability, she was happiest just being with me. She brought me thru some of the worst times in my life and taught me to love and trust again. She will always be missed. Again, at five years old, she was taken from this world far too soon. But, her legacy lives on in each cat that came after her. Good Night my sweet babies, we will be together again. And until that day, your love pushes me onward and fills our home. You will forever be remembered.

 

 Lexi and Dezi lay together on window perch

Me and sis Lexi luvved each other and mommy dearly

 

 

Thank you fur sharin’ the legacy of your Service Cats mommy. Me and Raena have some big paws to fill. Me is so grateful fur all the kitties who came befur me. They have helped shape and educate me’s mommy to be the mommy she is today. While she doesn’t know everythin’, their lives and losses has caused her to research and never give up. We don’t like to say good bye, cuz we know we will all be together again someday. So, till then, it’s not good bye, but Good Night. We’ll meet you all by the River of Life, when the Son calls us home. We wanna fank you all fur lettin’ us share these wonderful memories with you all today. Purrlease join us next Monday when our regularly scheduled Service Cat Monday posts will return. Check out me’s posty ‘bout sis Lexi at the Tabby Cat Club and while you’re there, check out everypawdy else’s memories too.

 

Till the next time…………………………………………Be Blest!!!

 

Dezi: Vibrant Blue 

Mommy A: Black

 

 

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

 

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Love Lives Furever

Well today we cided to join da blogosphere in memberin’ those who came afur and awe now lost. We don’t believe in da rainbow bwidge, but we do believe in God and heaven. Now in meez showrt 5 and a half years meez lost many furiends dat weez met here but me duns’t know loss like mommy and sissy. So today sis Lexi’s gunna be tellin’ ‘bout da luv dat da world no longer knows.

 

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Dear God purrlease watch over all our furiends and furmily. And let those who have gone to be wiff you know dat weez luv them and miss them. Amen

Faynkz Dezi. Weez not like to dwell on da loss as it’s very draynin’ and negative, so stead weez gunna commemorayt da lives of those dat held a place in our hearts. I’z lost 3 brofurs in minez 16 yearz. And weez told ya’ a little ‘bout ‘em in udder posteez. But we never talk ‘bout da sisfur I’z lost. See I’z was born one of a litter of 3. I’z had a brofur and sisfur littermayt. Mommy took us awl in and lubbed us very much. But as you know ifin youz read our blog or followed us on facebook, our birthz were anyfin’ but normal. Minez brofur was froewn onto da grass and I’z was froewn into da wooden fence. Our littermayt sisfur was froewn onto da cement patio of da yard we was born at. By da age of 2 weeks it waz evident dat she had brayn damage. Mommy fawt so hard to keep her alive but at 3 weeks old minez littermayt gave up and didunt wanna fight anymore. So mommy took her to da VET and sent her off too heaven. Now I’z’ll be honezt and tell ya’ I’z didunt really know her and so I’z not miss her, but mommy finkz of herz offen. Fur da 3 weekz she did live, she knew nuffin’ but lubz and da warmff of a mommy.

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And of course there’z da furzt Service Cat mommy had, Shad. I’z idunt know her neeber, but she iz a grayt inspirayshun fur those of us dat came after her. She only lived a very short 5 years, but she lubbed and waz lubbed a lifetime afur she left this world. She left her mark on mommys heart and in hers life. And then there’s my brofur, Devon. Himz took me in and taught me everyfin’ himz knew. When himz got da brayn tumor and had to go to heaven I’z really missed him. I’z didunt understand why himz had to go away. But I’z will awlwayz member himz lub and acceptance.

 

Shad with her pig brofur
Shad with her pig brofur

 

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Dat’z me wiff minez brofurz Devon on da kownter and Lucky.

And then there was minez brofur Lucky. Only 28 dayz older than me, we kulda been littermaytz. We grew up togedder and learned to be service cats togedder and changed homez many timez wiff mommy togedder. Oh how I’z missed minez brofur Lucky when himz went to heaven a short 5 yearz after our birthz. Fur many yearz Christmas was nebber da saym. But time healz da broken heart and knowin’ himz wazn’t hurtin’ or sufferin’ anymore mayd lozin’ him eazier to bear. Himz luv lives on fru mommy and me.

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Lastly I’z lozt sweet Ransom. He waz such a sweet boy and his life was far too short. But in himz short life he knew da luv of da agez frum mommy and me. Himz waz smart az a whip and charmed awl da peepz who met him. Himz fierce fightin’ spirit will live on furever az long az we member.

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I habz known a lot of loss in minez yearz here, but I’z also known a lot of lubz. Those who came afur and have gone on to our mansion in heaven will a;ways be missed. But their lives and luv left a never endin’ mark on all those they touched. We will nebber furget them. Their legacies live on in me and in Deztinee and all those dat will come after us. I’z lubz minez mommy berry much and Dezi too. I’z nebber wanna leave them. But I’z habz a feelin’ I’z won’t know anymore loss, but stead sis Dezi will have to help mommy fru it. Minez body iz getting’ old and fingz don’t alwayz work rite anymore. But I’z left minez mark and will keep rite on duin’ it till God callz me to heaven to join all those I’z sed goodbye to. I’z not eaten in da lazt 2 dayz again, and so mommy of course iz worried. Any purrayerz you kuld spare wuld fur shur be purreshayted. Youz know mommy dusn’t habz much money, but she givez ebberfin’ she haz to us. Epic, unconditional, unending luv iz what mayd each of us choose mommy az our very own. 1 day or 100 yearz wiff mommy feelz like a lifetime. I’z been very blezt to habz da life I’z have and so were all those we celebrate today. I’z wuldn’t change minez life fur anyfin’ in da world and I’z know da udderz wuld say da same. Love Lives on Furever!!!

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Fank you sissy, but don’t you be finkin’ ‘bout goin’ anywhere, mommy and me need you too much. And yous so wight, we awe so very blest to have da lives we do. Purrlease just member dat luv knows no bounds and will as sissy sez, liv on furever and ever.

 

Weez joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Pawade blog hop and will be postin’ at da Tabby Cat Club today too.

 

Till da next time…………………….Be Blest!!!

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

 

Dezi and Lexi

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Lexi Gets All Wet in the Shower

Well here we awe almost at da weekend again. Weez sure hope yous be enjoyin’ our Service cat twainin’ stowries. Meez mostly been tellin’ ya’ ‘bout me and what me was learnin’. So today we fawt we wuld take you way back and me wuld let sis Lexi tell ya’ ‘bout hers furst lesson helpin’ mommy in da baff tub/shower. As weez told ya’ in purrevious posts, mommy passes out purretty much everyday. And she almost always passes out in da shower. Yous finkin’ dat while dat be pawful, why wuld mommy need help, wight? Did you know it only takes an inch and a half of water to drown? And when you be unconscious you can’t struggle or fight. So when mommy passes out in da shower, da water still be runnin’ and hittin’ hers in da face and mouff and nose. So hers head must be outta da water, and dat’s where we come in. So we fawt Lexi’s furst shower lesson wuld be a gweat stowry to tell. Take it away sissy. (Meez sowry ’bout todays fotos. They awe 35mm dat was scanned into da puter and sum fings can’t be edited. But we weally fawt you needed to see da kitties dat was workin’ at da time of this stowry)

 

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Dat’s Devon on da back of da chair and Lexi wiff Lucky below.

Fanks Dezi. It was a long time ago when I was still a kitten of ‘bout 4-5 months old. Devon and Lucky were still alive back then and I had been watchin’ them help mommy since the day my eyes opened and I kuld focus. But da day came when they sed I needed to learn to help mommy too ifin I was gunna be stickin’ round. And well I had no intentions of goin’ anywhere so like always when mommy went to take hers shower I followed the boys to da pawdee box room and plopped down on da hooman pawdee seat. Mommy had towels all over da room and floor. I had seen da boys roll round on those towels many a time, but I didn’t have any plans on getting’ any wetter than I had too. After all, I’d already had purrlenty of baffz and I wasn’t lookin’ to have anymore.

 

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Devon yawnin’ wiff Lucky and Lexi huggin’ in da sink.

So as always mommy turned on da water and climbed in. She started latherin’ up and cleanin’ hers selff of sum imaginary dirt just like she did wiff me when me got baffs. And then it happened…the boys jumped up from where they had been loungin and waitin’, and mommy started grabbin’ at the shower bar and the curtain. Boff da boys hopped up on da edge of da tub and I meowed at them to warn them they was gunna get all wet. And afur I kuld finish down mommy went. And da boys jumped in da tub and started getting’ into pawsition. Lucky was much larger than me at da time but he was still yung too. He was only 28 days older than me. So Devon started meowin’ at me to get in da tub and help Lucky wiff his side. I didn’t wanna get wet and I didn’t know what to do so why did he want me to help?. Devon wedged himselff under mommys arm and hollered at me again. “Kid, get in da tub and help us!!!” he sed. Lucky maneuvered himselff under mommys udder arm and looked up at me.

 

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Devon and a 5 week old Lucky. Alweady bestest of furiends and da bestest of brofurs.

Decisions, decisions. I didn’t wanna get all wet, but da mommy dat had been so good to me and luvved me so unconditionally needed my help. Da boys didn’t seem to mind da water a bit, so I stepped over to da edge of da tub. And boff da boys started meowin’ fur me to hurry up and get into pawsition. I reluctantly jumped in da tub and felt da water hittin’ my back. All I wanted to do was get out, but Lucky kept lookin’ at me and so I went over and pawsitioned myselff next to him under mommys arm. And then da boys started pushin’ and meowin’ at me to help push. We needed to get mommys head over da side of da tub so da water wuldn’t keep hittin’ her in da face. So I started pushin’ wiff all my might and da boys kept pushin’ wiff all there might and slowly but surely mommys head was finally restin’ on da edge of da tub. Da boys jumped outta da tub and onto sum of da awaitin’ towels and meowed fur me to do da same. We rolled round on da towels a bit and then sat there watchin’ and waitin’ fur mommy to come round.

 

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Lucky layin’ on da back of da hooman pawdee box. Dat black in hims ear is hims tatoo. Dat was da pawpular method of twackin’ a lost pet afur microchippin’.

Da boys might have been just sittin’ and watchin’ but I had gone over and was lickin’ mommys face. I knew I had seen this happen many times afur, but I sure did want her to hurry and wake up. I was scared and didn’t wanna have to find a new mommy. I was right where I wanted to be even ifin it meant dat I was gunna have to get wet everyday. So I had been lickin’ hers face and purrin’ as loud as I kuld manage hopin’ she wuld wake up. I didn’t have to wait too long and mommy finally started to move and hers eyes started to open. She seemed a bit confused, but finally she started talkin’ and tellin’ us how much she luvved us and how purroud of us she was. Let me tell ya’, there was a purr fest goin’ on then. We may have looked like wet rats, but we was fur sure happy cats. Mommy was finally able to stand up again and she hurriedly finished her shower and got out and dried off like we had.

 

Shortly after we all went to bed and continued our purr fest while massagin’ mommy. We each had a section. Back then Devon massaged mommys head, I did hers back/arms and Lucky massaged her legs and back too. When mommy finally drifted off Devon told me I had dun well dat day. I didn’t tell him, but I had been really scared. I didn’t want mommy to get hurt. This workin’ stuff was purretty scary. As I drifted off to sleep dat night I kept wonderin’ just what else was I gunna be learnin’. I was a little ‘cited ‘bout it, but I was also a little scared cuz I was fraid dat ifin I messed up maybe mommy wuldn’t be okay. I was gunna have to pay close attention to da lessons so I kuld make sure mommy was always okay. As I continued to grow, I became more helpful and able to hold my own under mommys arm by myselff. Dat became a necessity when brofur Devon was called back to heaven and left Lucky and me to take care of mommy by ourselves.

 

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Lexi and Lucky after brofur Devon went to heaven.

Oh sissy me always gets purr bumps when you tell dat stowry. Me members how scared me was da furst time me helped you get mommy outta da shower. Me wants you to tell sum more of yous stowries soon okay?.

 

I’z wood lubz too Dezi.

 

Goody. Now meez gunna wemind ya’ dat we have a give away goin’ on wight now fur da PetSafe FroliCat Flik. Ifin yous haven’t entered yet, you can do so here. And we also wanna tell ya dat weez have a few more give aways comin’ up, so be sure you be followin’ us so yous not miss one

We also wanna fank unkle Pete, Timmy and furmily and awnty Carolyn fur donatin’ to sis Lexi’s care fundraiser.

 

Till da next time………………..Be Blest!!!

Dezi = Blue

Lexi = Green

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses

 

Dezi and Lexi

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Grief Up Close (human speak-pt.1)

Dezi:  Well here it is Furiday again and what a week it’s been.  Blogville sed goodbye to a favowit cat blogger   and hello to a foo new ones.  And wiff dat bein’ sed, weez fawt dat we wuld do a short series on grief and your fur family members. Weez fawt we wuld  do one of those educational postys we purrawmissed you wuld see.  Let me stawt by sayin’ dat there awe tons of web sites and books and all kinds of resources out their on gwievin’ inpets, so stead of wepeatin’ and copyin’ them, weez gunna tell yous ‘bout ow own expewience wiff gwief.  And because me has not lost a furmily membew thank God, sis Lexi will be writin’ todays posty, and in hooman speak.  So sissy take it away.

Lexi:  Thank you Dezi.  As a lot of you know I have lost 3 brofurs during my lifetime.  Since I came into mommys house immediately after being born, this is the only life I’ve ever known.  And when I arrived there were already 2 cats in residence.  Devon, a 4 year old Himilayan, and Lucky a 28 day old Siamese.  Of course there were plenty of fosters, but they came and went so quickly I never got attached.  Not like I did with Devon and Lucky.  I was a little over a year old when Devon took ill.  I had grown up with him acting much like a father to Lucky and I.  Suddenly one day out of nowhere He attacked me while I slept.  Mommy of course intervened, but I was stunned.  An hour later he was acting like normal again.  I loved him and wanted to comfort him so I went to lay down next to him and so did Lucky.  Things were fine until a few days later, and again out of nowhere he attacked me.  Again mommy intervened, only this time she took Devon to the VET.  After an exam and some tests mommy was told he most likely had a brain tumor and that treatments would cost a small fortune and would only prolong his life a short time. 

 

(Don’t furget to hovew ovew da fotos to read captions.)

 

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Mommy made the hard decision to say goodbye to Devon and return home alone.  Lucky and I were very confused.  We didn’t understand why Devon wasn’t with mommy.  None of us had ever spent the night away from each other. Lucky and I didn’t eat dinner that night.  Instead we both kept going from room to room and meowing for Devon.  We also spent time sitting with mommy who had leaky eyes really bad.  This kind of behavior went on for a few days.  The only thing that changed is that Lucky and I began to eat a little.  After about a week mommy sat down with Lucky and me and told us that Devon wasn’t ever coming home.  He had gone to heaven where he was no longer sick.  Although we didn’t completely understand all of mommys words we did understand she was talking about Devon and that she seemed as sad as we were.  But she held us and comforted us and spoke softly and made us feel as though everything was going to be alright.  We continued to look for Devon for a few more weeks, and during that time mommy increased our play time and treat time, and kept us occupied while we were awake.  And at night she would sing to us as we massaged her to sleep.  Eventually we quit looking for Devon and moved on.  

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Lucky and I became even closer through the years until the day he said good bye.  We will save this for the next post as our relationship was much stronger.  Please stay tuned for more on grief in pets.  We hope to offer you tips and tricks and ways to deal with it and help your fur friends cope and adjust. 

Til da nex time……………..Be Blest!!!

 

Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses 

Dezi and Lexi