RIP My old friend
Matthew
name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
chipped bricks.
Last night after I asked for the purrs. Phantom became much weaker. He
tried to jump up on a table and fell. He just laid there in a odd facing
fashion and did not move. When I picked him up to move him back to his
perch after making sure he was ok. He was very weak barely able to stand.
He has not been eating much, drinking water yes. His kidney were giving out
from my final observations today. I laid awake most of the night thinking
about this and checking on him. He had been a big cat going from about 16
pounds to 6 pounds since his hyperthyroidism set in. He had not been
himself for a few days. I was hoping it was like before a few months ago.
This morning I knew it was time to face one of my greatest fears.
Me and Mom drove him to the emergency clinic that he was taken too not
to long ago when we found out he had hyperthyroidism. I did the special
whistle I had been doing for him over the last 15 years. Every time he
heard before in the past. He would pop up from where ever and come to me
for loving and kisses. He meowed a few times and had his special purr that
he does, all the way to the end. I held his head in my hands and focused
into his eyes. I told him I love him so much and thanked him for being my
friend for so long. It was very quick before the vet was even done he was
gone. I closed his eyes after the vet checked and told him travel safe my
friend I Love you. I was crying like a baby when I said this. I still am
as I write this.
The vet and the staff were very pleasant and compassionate. The
gentleman vet put his hand on my back and told me I was a very lucky man to
have him in my life for so long. I know I was. I already feel so empty
though. The vet also told me that I was a good man for giving the greatest
gift I could give. Am I a good man ???. I don't feel like it. I will
always have my doubts when the time was right. I think we all have felt this
way. It is a demon I must face once again. I miss him so much already. I
know I will see all of them again when it is my time. I pray the gods find
forgiveness in their hearts to let me be with my proud masters of before. I
pray for redemption for any trespasses I might do or have done in my life to
be with the ones that I love.
Travel safe across the bridge My friend. I love you so much
Will in New Haven
wrote:
He had a good time with you and now he is across the Rainbow Bridge,
where he is young and a BIG boycat again and he can jump on and off
tables at will. He misses you but he can wait; he's in no hurry.
--
Will in New Haven
Mishi
{{{{Hugs}}}} Matt. He will be waiting for you, along with Spirit, at the
Bridge.
Patti
Richard Evans
> The vet and the staff were very pleasant and compassionate. The
>gentleman vet put his hand on my back and told me I was a very lucky man to
>have him in my life for so long. I know I was. I already feel so empty
>though. The vet also told me that I was a good man for giving the greatest
>gift I could give. Am I a good man ???.
Yes, you are. We recently lost our Grand Old Man, Ripley. He too was
16 and had struggled for years with diabetes. He put up with having
his ears pricked to draw blood for glucose testing and with
twice-a-day insulin shots, but he declined steadily. On his
next-to-last day, he was having seizures and fouled his long gray coat
with diarrhea. We got his sugar back up to normal and the next day he
seemed better. For the first time in years he asked to go out. We let
him out on the deck and he laid in the sun for a couple of hours, then
came back in. Later that day, he began seizing again and we rushed him
to the vet. Blood tests showed his kidneys were gone and he was near
the end. My wife held him as the vet administered the necessary shot.
He simply went limp and was gone.
I like to think he knew the end was near when he went out to the deck
and just wanted the sun on his face one last time. There was nothing
more we could do for him.
Believe me when I say we understand your feelings. You did the right
thing.
NettieCat
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
>
My sympathies Matthew, I'd hoped that you'd have more time together,
but it sounds like you made the right decision.
Jeanette
MaryL
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Yes, you are a *very* good man. You made the most difficult decision we
face when we care for our furbabies, and you made your decision based on
what was best for Phansom and not for yourself. You gave Phantom the final
gift of love by making the decision when it became clear that he could no
longer have any quality of life and by being present with him when the vet
performed the necessary procedure. I have done that with each of my cats.
I always hold them at the end because I do not want their final minutes to
be a time of pain or fear, and you did the same thing. Thank you for being
so compassionate and caring. You are in pain, but you should receive some
solace by knowing that Phantom was dearly loved and is no longer in pain.
MaryL
bastX...@sonic.net
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. ?His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. ?I buried him next to Spirit. ?I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
>
> Last night after I asked for the purrs. ?Phantom became much weaker. ?He
> tried to jump up on a table and fell. ?He just laid there in a odd facing
> fashion and did not move. ?When I picked him up to move him back to his
> perch after making sure he was ok. ?He was very weak barely able to stand.
> He has not been eating much, drinking water yes. ?His kidney were giving out
> from my final observations today. ?I laid awake most of the night thinking
> about this and checking on him. ?He had been a big cat going from about 16
> pounds to 6 pounds since his hyperthyroidism set in. ?He had not been
> himself for a few days. ?I was hoping it was like before a few months ago.
> This morning I knew it was time to face one of my greatest fears.
>
> Me and Mom drove him to the emergency clinic that he was taken too not
> to long ago when we found out he had hyperthyroidism. I did the special
> whistle I had been doing for him over the last 15 years. ?Every time he
> heard before in the past. ?He would pop up from where ever and come to me
> for loving and kisses. He meowed a few times and had his special purr that
> he does, all the way to the end. ?I held his head in my hands and focused
> into his eyes. ?I told him I love him so much and thanked him for being my
> friend for so long. ? It was very quick before the vet was even done he was
> gone. ?I closed his eyes after the vet checked and told him travel safe my
> friend I Love you. ?I was crying like a baby when I said this. ?I still am
> as I write this.
>
> The vet and the staff were very pleasant and compassionate. ?The
> gentleman vet put his hand on my back and told me I was a very lucky man to
> have him in my life for so long. ?I know I was. I already feel so empty
> though. ?The vet also told me that I was a good man for giving the greatest
> gift I could give. ?Am I a good man ???. I don't feel like it. ?I will
> always have my doubts when the time was right. I think we all have felt this
> way. ?It is a demon I must face once again. ?I miss him so much already. ?I
> know I will see all of them again when it is my time. ?I pray the gods find
> forgiveness in their hearts to let me be with my proud masters of before. ?I
> pray for redemption for any trespasses I might do or have done in my life to
> be with the ones that I love.
>
> Travel safe across the bridge ?My friend. ?I love you so much
This was so beautifully written I couldn't snip a word. I'm sitting here
crying with you. I think you did know that it was the right time for him -
all the signs were there. I think your doubts are only grief, the desire
for it not to be true. But I once had to send a cat to the RB for kidney
failure, and her final symptoms were the same. You can tell when they've
given up, when they can no longer stay alive. Phantom was ready to go.
It was so sweet that he responded to your special whistle, even from the
depths of his illness. You two had a very deep and special bond. Many
purrs for your loss, and for Phantom's safe and peaceful journey.
Joyce
cybercat
"Matthew" <iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote
> for loving and kisses. He meowed a few times and had his special purr that
> he does, all the way to the end. I held his head in my hands and focused
> into his eyes. I told him I love him so much and thanked him for being my
> friend for so long. It was very quick before the vet was even done he
> was gone. I closed his eyes after the vet checked and told him travel
> safe my friend I Love you. I was crying like a baby when I said this. I
> still am as I write this.
oh god, Matthew I am so sorry. I know how much you loved him. You did
everything right. I'm crying with you now.
Stormmee
respecting your friendship by doing what is right for him is a true manly
act, Lee
--
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Noon Cat Nick
When humans die, they make a will
To leave their homes, and all they
Have to those they love.
I too would make a will, if I could write.
To some poor, wistful, lonely stray
I'd leave my happy home,
My dish, my cozy bed, my cushioned chair, my toy,
The well-loved lap,
The gently stroking hand,
The loving voice,
The place I made in someone's heart,
The love, that at the last
Could help me to a peaceful, painless end
Held in loving arms.
If I should die,
Oh! Do not say:
"No more a pet I'll have
To grieve me by its loss."
Seek out some lonely, unloved cat
And give my place to him.
This is my legacy,
The love I leave behind,
'Tis all I have to give.
--Margaret Trowton
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Is Heaven all you asked of it,
O little cat? Did Peter fit
A halo for your graceless head?
Is there a quilt for your special bed,
And a bowl of cream just out of reach
Of your thieving paw? Or do They teach
You not to steal in paradise?
Does the flapping of Their wings entice?
Do you scamper and swing on a golden fence,
Or are They teaching you reverence?
And are there really golden thrones
Up there? Or do the Mighty Ones
Have nice fat chairs that you can claw
And tear and snag with an impious paw?
And do the angels understand
That a little cat in a lonely land
Still longs for a kiss and a friendly cuff?
Celestial joys are not enough.
Please, some small saint in shining white,
Hold him close in your arms tonight.
--Bianca Bradbury
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Dancing ribbons pushed by time
Float through an old kitten's dreams.
He chases them into eternity,
And catches them,
As they change into angels' wings.
--Daryl Douglas Foyer
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CHOICES
by Anne Kolaczyk
The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing,
chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like
so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the
pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying.
He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work,
he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's
image danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried.
"Is something wrong?"
The little orange boy turned around. A lady was standing at the edge of
the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boy
sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said.
"I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the water. It was
starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'm
just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
supposed to come here yet."
The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy
climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good.
When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked,
he started to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm
afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy
knows it deep down in her heart," the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But
she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And Daddy too."
"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?" That surprised the little orange boy. No one had
ever said anything and he had listened when they thought he was
sleeping. All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how
fast he was or how big he was getting.
"No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose
tears."
"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. Who would choose to cry?
The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him
feel safe and loved and warm--but he still worried about his mommy.
"Let me tell you a story," the lady said.
The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
Cats--Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and
Robin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and Obie.
Dogs too--Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizard
named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named
Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:
********************************************
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They
were lonesome and asked the angel to help them.
The angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out the first
window at all sorts of things--dolls and stuffed animals and cars and
toys and sporting events.
"Here are things you can love," the angel said. "They will keep you
from being lonesome."
"Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure," the angel told them.
But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
"Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
them."
The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out
at all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said.
"They will know you love them."
So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have
chosen Satisfaction," the angel said.
Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some
just had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came
back to the Angel in Charge.
"They know we love them," they told the angel. "But they don't love us
back. We want to be loved in return."
So the angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of
people walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to
love," the angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to find
other people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the angel said.
But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
"People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped
loving us and left. They broke our hearts."
The angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will
have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side
and hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens
and dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other
Loving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked.
But the angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy
Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations."
"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Would they love us back?" another asked.
"Yes," the angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
"No," the angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.
But the angel was very upset. "You don't understand," he told them.
"You will have to feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were
and picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
animals' eyes.
"They were not programmed right," the angel said. "We can't offer a
warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."
But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little
bodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought
they would burst. "We will take our chances," they said.
"You do not understand." The angel tried one more time. "They are so
dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to
outlive you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That
is how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
The angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen
Tears," he whispered.
********************************************
"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and
daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one
day it will leave them and they will cry."
The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the
edge of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will
she ever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing
how much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made
them special."
She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her
fingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water
here. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring and
petting and shared love. And the promise of love once again. As your
mommy cries, she is healing.
"In time, she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of
you. And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love
again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and
Snowball and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.
"Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?"
The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready
to leave his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded. "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks
at. You'll be in the purr of every cat she pets. And late at night,
when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her and you
both will feel at peace. One day soon, you can even send her a rainbow
to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turn to come."
"I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look
at his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew
she had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry." He glanced
over at the others, running and playing and laughing with the
butterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be
around, I promise."
Then he turned and raced after the others.
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Grieve not,
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me
as if I were beside you...
I loved you so--
'twas Heaven here with you.
--Isla Paschal Richardson
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Farewell, my humans, yet not farewell,
Where I go you too shall dwell.
I am gone before your face,
A moment's time, a little space.
When you come where I have stepped,
You will wonder why you wept.
--Edwin Arnold
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
--Mary K. Frye
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Aion�a avto� e mn�me--May his memory be eternal.
--from the Eastern Orthodox requiem service
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Warm summer sun shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind blow softly here,
Green sod above lie light, lie light--
Good night, dear heart, good night, good night.
--Robert Richardson, adapted from his poem "Annette" in _Willow and
Wattle_ (1893); used by Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain) as the
epitaph for his daughter, Olivia Susan Clemens
Take care,
Nicholas
FirstHit
wrote:
Matthew, I'm sorry for your great loss. I know how tough it is to put
a cat you dearly love to sleep. Please know that you did your best
for Phantom.
FirstHit
Joy
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((((((((((Matthew)))))))))))
Yes, it was right. I'm sure he would thank you if he could. You gave him
the greatest gift of love there is - you put his well-being ahead of your
own feelings. You are a good man, and don't you forget it!
Joy
Noon Cat Nick
"...do animals go to heaven? I do believe that we and our animals will
meet again. If we do not, and where we go is supposed to be heaven, it
will not be heaven to me and it will not be where I wish to go."
--Cleveland Amory
MLB
They had met before and Death respected him.
He laid his crafty traps, pouncing from the shadows
Lurking from the sharp corners
And he was ready for him
High hearted, unafraid he fenced with "Death
Toe to toe, up the rugged heights until the peak was reached.
Then his paw, his small tired brave paw faltered
...and Death's rapier gleamed.
From the darkness into the light he fell seeing Death's face for the
first time...
Knowing it for the face of a friend.
(Adapted from a poem by
D.Kostka)
"Rise up slowly, Angel..."
It's hard to let you go.
MLB
jmcquown
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Purrs for Phantom on his journey across the bridge, and for your aching
heart.
Jill
Irulan
Lily & her mama
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--
Irulan
from the stars we come
to the stars we return
from now until the end of time.
Joy
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My sentiments exactly.
Joy
Granby
not be acceptable in the agreement you had with your friend over these many
years. We know when we accept responsibility for cats or dogs, that we will
outlive them. Rest easy my friend he knows and is now at the bridge where
no pain can hurt him or no fall can break a bone.
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Dan M
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
I am so sorry, Matthew. Helping our loved ones when it is time to leave
is probably the most difficult thing we ever have to do for them.
Dan
Enfilade
--Fil
Marina
<gentle snip>
>
> Travel safe across the bridge My friend. I love you so much
I'm so sorry, Matthew. You did the right thing
--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban.
In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.
Winnie
wrote:
I am so sorry. Purrs for you.
Winnie
Gandalf
I'm so very sorry for your terrible loss.
It is a sad fact that we are destined to outlive our feline companions,
who enrich our lives so much :)
~~~~~~~~~~~~ >^..^<
"Life without cats would be only marginally worth living."
-TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie.
Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There
will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more.
How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven.
- Robert Heinlein
Debbie Wilson
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
I'm so sorry to hear this, Matthew - many purrs for Phantom and your
aching heart.
Deb.
--
http://www.scientific-art.com
"He looked a fierce and quarrelsome cat, but claw he never would;
He only bit the ones he loved, because they tasted good." S. Greenfield
Adrian
I'm sorry Matthew, I have lit a candle for Phantom.
http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=Phant
--
Adrian
Adrian
Bobble
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I'm so sorry for you, but his time had come, have no doubts about that.
Bobble
Ann
--
Ann
in Connecticut
see my cats at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ann791/sets/
read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/
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dgk
<iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote:
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
>name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
>wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
>chipped bricks.
>
Ah, very sorry.
dberrycat
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
>
I am so sorry for your loss. Purrs for Phantom's bridge crossing and
purrs
of comfort for your and your broken heart.
Debbie B
Barb
a cat. I've come to grips with the fact that our treasured pets have much
shorter life spans than we do so we can take care of them their whole lives.
He was so lucky to have you,
Love, Barb
cybercat
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> http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=eng&gi=Phant
>
A really sweet idea.
Cheryl
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I'm so sorry for your loss. He's in a better place with no pain and
suffering.
BfloPolska
wrote:
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
> forgiveness in their hearts to let me be with my proud masters of before. I
> pray for redemption for any trespasses I might do or have done in my life to
> be with the ones that I love.
>
> Travel safe across the bridge My friend. I love you so much
Please trust me when I say you did the right thing. There is no braver
thing a man can do than to give the ultimate and final gift of mercy,
and nothing more strong a man can do than cry. You upheld Phantom's
trust that you would do right by him and in my heart I believe he will
be there to thank you on the day you're together for good.
Matt, please accept my sincere condolences. Phantom must be a
wonderful soul, and I know you two loved each other deeply.
Blessed be,
Baha
Christina Websell
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus
> years. His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next
> to Spirit. I wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate
> the grave in red tone chipped bricks.
>
> hearts to let me be with my proud masters of before. I pray for
> redemption for any trespasses I might do or have done in my life to
> be with the ones that I love.
My heart goes out to you, Matthew. I don't think anyone knows what is
exactly the right time. Is it too soon or perhaps too late? We just do
what we think is right.
Are you a good man? Yes, of course you are, you did what you had to.
Don't beat yourself up.
(hugs)
Tweed
Jofirey
"Matthew" <iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote in message
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> years. His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him
> next to Spirit. I wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I
> decorate the grave in red tone chipped bricks.
>
when we
love them, but its always harder than we expect. They are our
comfort. And
the empty space they leave is so huge.
Jo
Karla
"Matthew" <iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote in message
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> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years.
> His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red
> tone chipped bricks.
>
>
I am very sorry Matthew. Never doubt that you are a good man, a kind man,
and a brave man. It takes such courage to do the right thing, knowing how
much it will hurt us. Phantom went with love.
Karla
Kelly Greene
"Matthew" <iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote in message
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> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years.
> His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red
> tone chipped bricks.
My heartfelt sympathy Matthew.
:*(
You will one day be with him again.....
Tiger (a.k.a. HRFL)
wrote:
> Travel safe across the bridge My friend. I love you so much
There is nothing to say, apart from Phantom is very much in our
thoughts, as are you, we'll light a candle for his safe journey and
we're sending many hugs, much love and many purrs.
Helen M
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> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years.
> His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red
> tone chipped bricks.
>
Matthew,
What a beautifully written post. You've got me in tears. I'm so sorry you
had to make the ultimate choice for Phantom. No matter how we prepare
ourselves... it is just too difficult to describe. God speed to Phantom as
he arrives at the bridge and is greeted by many friends....
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>
Magic Mood Jeep
Matthew - this post brought tears to my eyes.
YES, you are a good person.
YES, it is OK to have doubts about what you did - I still have them about
Princess Ivy Punkinhed Puffybutt, and it's been almost 7 years since we
"lost" her to CRF (12/7/02). She was never a big cat, weighing 7lbs at her
biggest, and lost 1/4 (!!!) that when she first came down with it. She
lasted 8+/- months with treatments. But her last "crash" was all we could
take, we couldn't put her through it any more, just because we "didn't want
to be without her"...We still have her in our hearts. Sweetest calico
(tortie with white for you across the pond) I have ever known, named Ivy
since she was the only one of a litter of 5 ferals we were able to catch, in
our neighbors back yard, in a patch of poison ivy!
tanadashoes
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
> name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
> wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
> chipped bricks.
>
I'm So sorry Matthew.
Pam S.
Kalmia
Such a brave and kind act on your part to be with him at his end.
I'm sure that cat knew only care and affection. More than that, you
couldn't do, so be easy on yourself.
After a while, I think it helps to make a donation in his memory to
your favorite animal group, and also put a little album of his photos
together. It's tough now, but a day WILL come when you can look at it
with only happy memories.
Mark Earnest
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> Matthew wrote:
>> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years.
>> His name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit.
>> I wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red
>> tone chipped bricks.
>>
I believe animals go to heaven if they were loved.
How could we do without them?
Mark Earnest
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He's in Happy Hunting Grounds.
Mark Earnest
"Matthew" <iamacat...@proudtoserve.com> wrote in message
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> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years.
Old cats are so neat. I just adopted an old stray, battle worn from many
a fellow tomcat.
He was so grateful for being taken in, he gives me continual hugs whenever I
sit down with him.
Remember him the way you last remember him.
Takayuki
> I just got back inside from burying my old friend of 15 plus years. His
>name was Phantom; my grouchy Old man. I buried him next to Spirit. I
>wrapped him in some towels and a nice box. I decorate the grave in red tone
>chipped bricks.
I'm sorry to hear that you did have to let Phantom go after all. Even
when they're old, they're always our special little babies. I do
think that about him.
Bill Graham
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> meet again. If we do not, and where we go is supposed to be heaven, it
> will not be heaven to me and it will not be where I wish to go."
> --Cleveland Amory
"If there are no dogs in Heaven,
then when I die I want to go
where they went."
Will Rogers, 1897-1935
Bill Graham
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animal shelter. Give the gift of life to one of those poor helpless
creatures.......