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and...*Angels Grayce, KonaKitty, and Sylvester* always loved, never forgotten




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Friday, October 23, 2015

Memorials




Kitties!

Grayce is back home with us.
Mommy put her ashes in a beautiful grey ceramic urn, and she's resting on the ladder shelf in the bedroom with some of The Other Cats Who Came Before.

They are looked over by Fuzzy, Daddy's first cat.  Fuzz was an big, long-haired all white cat, and he was smart--except for the fact he liked car rides.  He lived to be almost 19, and five of those years he had a daily insulin injection; The Royale Fuzz-Mon was a tough guy!  Yup, so tough he let Kona nurse on him when she was a bebbeh...he loved kittens.

His ashes are in the flowered urn.

To the left of Fuzzy is Chuckles, the all white blue-eyed deaf boy that Daddy found in the parking lot of a post office one evening.  He had some weird habits, mainly a predilection to HOWL when he couldn't see his peeps, and launching teapots. (at least five!)  Chuck passed from renal failure--Mommy wishes that she had been blogging sooner--he probably could have lived quite a bit longer with what she knows now.

To the right of Fuzzy is Dust.  Mommy has a hard time talking about him; he suffered heart failure (at the age of eight) when she was on vacation and the first thing she had to do when she got home was go to the vet...Dust was Mommy's Heart Cat and she firmly believes that Dust sent her Rupert to continue the love.  They are so much alike in looks and temperament; down to the love for Mommy's hair when she's wet from the shower.

Below the three boys is Hooter.  Hootie-P was given to us by an old girlfriend of Daddy's--they remained friends--she had a new dog and poor Hoots was terrified and living in the basement, so Daddy said we'd take her into the Illinois Horde.  Hooter was perpetually hungry and she would eat anything...at dinner time there would be a thunderous rumble and there would be Hooter, sitting up like a meercat on her fat bottom, waiting for morsels.  Hootie came to us quite old, and her last three years were spent being spoilt silly.

On the final shelf is Grayce.
Mommy is getting to be at peace with Grayce being gone...one thing that has made her loss easier to bear is the support of all of our friends in the blogosphere.  We would like to thank each and every one of you for all your kind words and gestures--Mommy printed out her final post and all the comments for a keepsake.


We hope you don't mind hearing about Cats of the Past...Mommy says that this shelf is the only thing in the house she actually enjoys dusting because she gets to stop and spend time with them again, and remember the love.


Happy Friday!

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