Tribute to AngelKitties 22

I can't thank you enough for your site. I put my longtime best friend and companion Spooker Meow to rest on October 23, 2004. He was adopted from an abusive situation at the age of 4 weeks on September 6, 1992. He was suffering from kidney failure. He was Spooker because he was spookie looking and Meow because he never had a voice; therefore, no meowing. I guess it's still too soon as I still cry each time I think of him or look at his pictures. I look foreward to seeing him on your site. He was very much loved.

With love and respect for what you do,

Charlene Friant

Amazing Grace aka Gracie
Forever loved, cherished, and missed by Ray and Karen Kilmon
Born April 18, 2001 Became an Angel Kitty November 4, 2004

Keki’s personality
Gus’ shades of brown
All feet and ears when first we met
Part angel and part clown

Splashing in your fountain
Playing soccer with your food
Napping in your "tower"
Your favorite things to do

You grew into a lady
With such a pretty face
That people stopped by just to see
our girl, Amazing Grace

Then one day without warning
Though you were only three
Your body turned against you
So your spirit we set free

Our arms long to hold you
To hear you softly purr
Or snuggle with you in the chair
And stroke your silky fur

God knows how much we love you
And miss you oh, so much
It’s His arms now that hold you
While you wait for us.

Rum Tum, A True Friend and Companion
Forever loved, cherished, and missed by Stuart Dubin
Born February 1986 Became an Angel Kitty August 25, 2006

I lost a true friend.....Rum Tum died yesterday....He was both a friend and companion to me for the past 19.5 years. Almost 20 years of being faithful, loyal and "the uncanny knack for making things right" with his look and demeaner. I will miss him terribly. The games we used to play...like "hide & seek" under the covers when my wife made the bed...."Towel Wrestling" every morning after my shower. Whenever I took a quick nap on the couch, during the day, he would jump up and curl up next to me...and I always made sure he had plenty of room to curl up in.

Even though he was the oldest of the 5 cats we have...he was mine....all mine. I got him when he was just 4 weeks old...looking in my garage when I was working on the car ....we went through a divorce together, meeting my new wife, moving 4 times...each to a better home...and yet he was ALWAYS there...looking up at me with those big green eyes. He had the largest, greenest eyes! Even though he rarely purred...his tail did all his talking....how it swayed gently when he was happy....and it didn't when he wasn't.

I will always remember how he laid by my feet whenever I was in my office at home....I was ALWAYS concerned about running over him with my chair...and I always looked before I moved it...but he was in the right spot...close enough for me to know he was there....but far enough so the chair would not hit him.

I believe the hardest decision I EVER had to make was to put Rum Tum to sleep yesterday.....his health deteriorated grossly over the past 4 weeks. He went from a proud, strong cat (even at almost 20 years old) to a frail shell of a cat...barely moving. I truly hopes he understands, that I did it for him.......

I am having him cremated so I can keep him close to me forever. Picking him on Wednesday....have a place for him already.

He will always be with...in thought, word and deed...

Goodbye Rum Tum..... Goodbye Good Friend..... I will always love you....

Stuart

Moose
Remembered and Missed by Ashley
Born Summer 2001 Became an Angel Kitty Winter 2003

My beloved Moose was the runt of his litter. It requried us doing mouth to mouth to save his life. That little kitten immedietly made a spot in our hearts.

Moose grew up to be a fun loving, sweet, affectionate cat. He loved life, he loved us, and we loved him.

My cousins, who owned Moose, never did neuter him. He ran away one day, and we didn't see him again for over four weeks. When we finally found him and brought him home, he wasn't the Moose we knew. He was nasty, vicious, and hated everything and everyone. The vet told us he had Feline AIDS. There were medicines to help him, but he could have infected the other cats we had.

We put Moose down that cold winter day. On the way to the vet he seemed to be his old self again. He grabbed my cousin's arm with his paw and held on, and cried to her. The hardest thing we ever did was say goodbye.

My cousins had to learn the lesson of the importance of spaying and neutering in a very tragic way. We lost our baby boy because of it. Please spay and neuter your cats. They deserve to live long, happy lives.

I'll always remember you and think of you my Moose. I love you, baby boy.

Lizzie
Deeply loved and missed by Ken (lawjunkie)
Born 1991 Became an Angel Kitty January 19, 2007

Lizzie went to the Rainbow Bridge sometime Friday, January 19, 2007 between the time I left for work and when I got home.

So I'm sure Lizzie is NOT chasing my pet as a teenager Tweetie, the parakeet, but instead is enjoying Tweetie's company along with my cats Kitty-Kitty, Tiger, Snowball and Cali.

I got Lizzie from the Humane Society in Birmingham, Alabama around Oct, 1992. The people who had taken her there said her name was Lizzie and that she was about 1 and 1/2 years old. So I guess Lizzie was 15 and 1/2 (or more) when she died.

Lizzie was so sweet that when I did something wrong like the comb hurting her .... her hiss and such scared the heck out of me .... such a change from her normal sweetness!

I haven't had a lap cat since my first cat Kitty-Kitty. My other cats would only stay in my lap if I had my hand on them.

Lizzie would see me sitting in my easy chair and would approach my left shoulder from an adjacent table. She would look at me to see if it was OK to get on me. But she didn't get into my lap but instead got onto my chest and stomach and loved to have me fold my arms as a nice place for her. She would stay that way on me for hours.

When I would sneeze Lizzie would meow. When I took in air for the next sneeze she would meow before that next sneeze OR she and the other cats would skidaddle to get away from such a bothersome noise.

A few years ago Lizzie started drinking a huge amount of water (the usual renal problems that come with age). Last year when I went to a new vet the vet detected a heart murmur. So I took Lizzie to a Cardiac Evaluations place and it turns out Lizzie didn't have the thickening in the heart but she had a rare combo of the dilation and restrictive problems (if I remember the terms correctly). Anyway, the heart specialist said Lizzie wasn't pumping too well at all. She prescribed atenolol and benazopril.

We scheduled a 3 months follow up and I got back to my apartment late and called the heart specialist about whether I should come then or another day. While on the phone I asked why we were following up etc, since Lizzie gets stressed if a vet does too much to her .... she had to be anesthetized for the sonogram .... and she was slow to wake up. The specialist said follow ups were merely to see the progress of the disease. Well, I asked her if it was worth it since Lizzie gets so stressed, i.e., I asked her if the results of the exam would cause her to change Lizzie's meds. She said NO. I wonder sometimes if vets have a hard time dealing with an oddball like me. So the exams were just to see the progress of the disease?!? I said yes, I'd pay her $400 each 3 mos or 6 mos to know how Lizzie was doing IF the visit didn't stress Lizzie. BUT, did she really mean she would never change the meds?!? So I did not take her back (since the meds would always be the same).

Anyway, Lizzie was fine Thursday. Jumping from the top of the microwave to the top of the fridge since I had the heat all the way up for her and she like to lay under that vent, and would roll over when I came over so I could scratch her tummy. Sometimes in her last days Lizzie would see me coming to touch her and would give a little vocalization. Sometimes she wouldn't make a noise, but just open her mouth like she was going to make a noise.

Also Thursday it seems Lizzie ate a lot more than the little bit she had been eating for months as her renal problems probably were getting worse? Let alone her heart problems? Maybe that was her last fling of eating? Was she going to stop eating? I wouldn't have wanted her to waste slowly away like that.

So Friday morning I gave her atenolol and benazopril, put her food out, freshened her litter, gave her fresh water, etc.

But when I got home Friday night she was very, very stiff (like a board). She had pulled herself underneath a dining room chair. Her pupils were fixed and dilated and non-responsive to light. No breathing and no heart beat. I took her to the emergency clinic (where the Cardiac Evaluations was located also). The lady at the desk was very kind. I asked if a vet would tell me how long it had been since Lizzie died. The vet said a good while, so maybe Lizzie didn't want to die in front of me and give me that pain, but she must have died shortly after I left for work. The vet said her bladder seemed to be empty but her stomach seemed bloated, maybe that's natural after death?

Well, I'm so glad Lizzie went out with her boots on .... good health (or relatively so with her renal and heart problems) and then suddenly she was gone to the Rainbow Bridge.

With Cali (about a year ago) it was a relief at the end to help her over the Bridge when she was in pain and no longer made contact with anyone. With Lizzie ..... it hurts when she is here today and jumping up on the fridge .... and then she's gone. I wasn't going to tell a co-worker but, when I did, I'm glad I had closed the door ... cries and sobs .... was it for me? For Lizzie? I don't know, but I'm surprised how close I became with Lizzie over those many years.

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