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They are together and they are very grateful for your
love. In a few days, after some of the shock has dulled, ask them to
come to you in your dreams......then let them in. When you close your eyes
each night, be open to them visiting. When the time is right, they will
visit you. Don't be afraid and don't be in a hurry to wake
up..........enjoy their visit and ask them to come again. The visits will
not make the pain of losing them go away but it will let you know that they are
happy and carefree and healthy and very much appreciate everything you did for
them and for all the other cats and other animals you have helped. They
will fill your heart with their love.....you just have to let them.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Friday, September 16, 2005 5:16
PM
Subject: Re: My dear little
Claudette
Oh Bonnie, I am so sorry.. again, I'm crying here at my desk. You
describe her with such love and she sounds like a fabulous purrsonality.
You were privileged to have known each other and have so many years
together. Our thoughts and tears are with you.
<<<<HUGS>>>>>> BONNIE J KALMBACH
<[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
wrote:
Dear
Belinda,
Please add my dear little Claudette to the Candlelight
service. She
passed today at the age of twelve. She had cancer of the
liver and
died from a reaction to the chemo which was just started
yesterday.
Claudette had thrown off the leukemia virus eight years
ago when my
kitties were exposed to the virus from a kitten who had
originally
tested negative. Her brother Phillipe became positive and
died within
two years. Claudette and Phillipe were two beautiful grey
and black
tabbies with white feet and copper markings. She and Phillipe
had
prominent black rings on their grey tails, just like a raccoon. Her
cute little nose was half white, half copper, and she had the loud
insistant meow of her Siamese mother, Mitou.
Claudette,
Phillipe, Andre, and Sylvie were all born in my son's
closet. When they
were tiny, Phillipe, the "leader of the pack" would
climb up my leg into
my lap with Claudette right behind. Then would
come black Andre. I would
have to pick up the very small Sylvie who
was born with hypernatremia
and wasn't well coordinated. Then all of
the kittens would snuggle in my
lap and fall asleep - it was a thrill,
even though their clawing their
way up was a tad painful. Claudie was
also the best of all my kitties
with the head butts. She was like a
caring older sister to the sick
kitties and would always hover close
by them as if to offer comfort. The
sudden onset of the cancer and her
loss this morning was a big shock.
But now I hope she has found her
brother Phillipe and they are together
again - my two little ringtails.
Bonnie in
WI
Barb+Smoky the House Puma+El
Bandito Malito
"My cat the clown: paying no mind to whom he should
impress. Merely living his life, doing what pleases him, and making me smile."
- Anonymous
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