My Pets Memorial And God asked the feline spirit Are you ready to come home? Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul And, as a cat, you know I am most able To decide anything for myself. Are you coming then? asked God. Soon, replied the whiskered angel But I must come slowly For my human friends are sad For you see, they need me, quite certainly. But don't they understand? asked God That you'll never leave them? That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity? That nothing is created or destroyed? It just is....forever and ever and ever. Eventually they will understand, Replied the glorious cat For I will whisper into their hearts That I am always with them I just am....forever and forever. In Memory of Tobby and Tiggy. ************ If, you have never let yourself love and be loved by an animal, then you won't understand the pain the parting can give. Cats, free spirits, own us, not we them. They arrive as tiny kittens and as time passes and they grow, so does the space they occupy in your heart. Tobby and Tiggy came to me at 10 weeks old, born to the same mother cat, but as you can see, very unalike. They were rescue cats from an animal shelter, and came to me when my need was a great as theirs. This is Tobby, the extrovert of the two, a totally crazy cat who often had me in tears of laughter. He loved to live, and unlike most cats never slept in the daytime, too worried he would miss something:-) He wandered about in safety outside in the garden, lucky cats who had acres of fields and hedges to explore, no roads, no traffic. Inside, he was a hooligan, never stopped "talking", rarely stopped moving. His favourite trick was to race up the hall way, jump up against a door, land on it with all four paws, sideways, then summersault back to ground level:-) He was a people cat, he just loved to be stroked or brushed and even visitors to the house were treated to the Tobby special.....rolled over and the eyes saying "scratch my tummy please". I could write a book on him and his brother as they both gave so much. However, as the years progress, you begin to realise that the time for parting grows near. Tobby was in some ways lucky, he left me while still in his prime, not an old cat unable to enjoy life, but a healthy 14 year old. He developed a kidney infection and within days his kidneys failed. He still looked like the healthy cat he had been and that was hard at the time, as I knew I could not let him carry on and grow more ill with each day that passed. With a little help from his vet, and whilst held safely in my arms, for just one last hug, he left me. It was so very hard to let him go, to know that when I did, I would never, in this lifetime, hug him again. Somehow, I found the strength to let the vet take him from me. I cried, then, I cried the tears I had withheld while he was still alive, the tears I did not want him to see. The tears of love, tears of sorrow, tears of sweet sweet memories. Tobby 1987~~~~~2001 This lovely boy is Tiggy, not the extrovert and clown his brother was. He was a one person cat...........me. Wherever I was, when at home, he was. Did he get offended when I went out:-) but did it work in reverse, no way, Tiggy loved the outdoor life too. Unusually for male cats they didn't fight for territory, although they both had their favourite spots. Tiggy loved to hi jack his brother, hiding in corners till Tobby passed by, then.......pounce:-)) His biggest love in life was chicken, he would have killed to get it, cook enough for two, better make that three as Tiggs will want his, and woe is the person who does not give it!!! Ever tried eating with a cat watching every mouthful you take:-) His kind of love was different, more dependant than his brother, but every bit as dear to me, and after Tobby's leaving, my only bundle of fur left to hug. One year later, almost to the day, I had to let Tiggy go to join his brother. Again, still a beautiful big healthy looking cat, Tiggy became ill very suddenly. He developed what appeared to be acute asthma, but on the same day, he had x-rays which showed an untreatable tumour in his lung. There was nothing to be done, no choice except to have him kept alive in the animal hospital with drugs. Once more, with help from the vet, and again in my arms I let my last baby go. More tears, no it does not become easier the second time, the tears were as much if not more than those I had shed a year ago. Tears, once more withheld, until his spirit had flown from his soft warm body. This time I knew, I was going home to a house with no little boys left to love. Perhaps comforted a little in the knowing that those who had been born together were now, again, together,in death. Tiggy 1987~~~2002 Play happily at Rainbow Bridge boys, for we will, one day, be together again. For then, we just are, together, forever and forever. My love will never die. Next        Home Anyone reading this who has also lost their animal friends and would like somewhere for them to be remembered, please e mail me with a photograph and details, and I will add more pages. Click on the flower pot to e mail me. Jeaney Bumblebee Designs ©2003-2004-2005 All rights reserved. Designed & Maintained by Jeaney