Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat
Wow, Jannes, good luck with your new kitty. How wonderful of you to give such a special creature a home. You will undoubtedly be richly blessed in return! ~Bonnie From: felvtalk-boun...@felineleukemia.org [mailto:felvtalk-boun...@felineleukemia.org] On Behalf Of Jannes Taylor Sent: Monday, February 13, 2012 8:28 AM To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat Love this poem! Two weeks ago we rescued an blind and deaf cat who is guesstimated to be 10 years old. Another challenge in my life but so glad to be of service. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem. Jannes From: Marcia To: "felvtalk@felineleukemia.org" Sent: Saturday, February 11, 2012 5:14 PM Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat It's beautiful! I will share this with the cat lovers I know. Thank you Natalie(: Sent from my iPhone On Feb 10, 2012, at 7:00 PM, GRAS wrote: Have to share this with my fellow cat lovers, Natalie This Old Cat I'm getting on in years, My coat is turning gray. My eyes have lost their luster, My hearing's just okay. I spend my day dreaming Of conquests in my past, Lying near a sunny window Waiting for its warm repast. I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free, Hoping you would take me in And keep me company. I wasn't young or handsome, Two years I'd roamed the street. There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet. I could sense your disappointment As I left my prison cage. Oh, I hoped you would accept me And look beyond my age. You took me out of pity, I accepted without shame. Then you grew to love me, And I admit the same. I have shared with you your laughter, You have wet my fur with tears. We've come to know each other Throughout these many years. Just one more hug this morning Before you drive away, And know I'll think about you Throughout your busy day. The time we've left together Is a treasured time at that. My heart is yours forever. I Promise - This old cat. ~ K.C. Bigamon ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat
Love this poem! Two weeks ago we rescued an blind and deaf cat who is guesstimated to be 10 years old. Another challenge in my life but so glad to be of service. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem. Jannes From: Marcia To: "felvtalk@felineleukemia.org" Sent: Saturday, February 11, 2012 5:14 PM Subject: Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat It's beautiful! I will share this with the cat lovers I know. Thank you Natalie(: Sent from my iPhone On Feb 10, 2012, at 7:00 PM, GRAS wrote: Have to share this with my fellow cat lovers, Natalie > >This Old Cat > >I'm getting on in years, >My coat is turning gray. >My eyes have lost their luster, >My hearing's just okay. >I spend my day dreaming >Of conquests in my past, >Lying near a sunny window >Waiting for its warm repast. > >I remember our first visit, >I was coming to you free, >Hoping you would take me in >And keep me company. >I wasn't young or handsome, >Two years I'd roamed the street. >There were scars upon my face, >I hobbled on my feet. > >I could sense your disappointment >As I left my prison cage. >Oh, I hoped you would accept me >And look beyond my age. >You took me out of pity, >I accepted without shame. >Then you grew to love me, >And I admit the same. > >I have shared with you your laughter, >You have wet my fur with tears. >We've come to know each other >Throughout these many years. >Just one more hug this morning >Before you drive away, >And know I'll think about you >Throughout your busy day. > >The time we've left together >Is a treasured time at that. >My heart is yours forever. >I Promise - This old cat. > >~K.C. Bigamon > ___ >Felvtalk mailing list >Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org >http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org > ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat
It's beautiful! I will share this with the cat lovers I know. Thank you Natalie(: Sent from my iPhone On Feb 10, 2012, at 7:00 PM, GRAS wrote: > Have to share this with my fellow cat lovers, Natalie > > This Old Cat > > I'm getting on in years, > My coat is turning gray. > My eyes have lost their luster, > My hearing's just okay. > I spend my day dreaming > Of conquests in my past, > Lying near a sunny window > Waiting for its warm repast. > > I remember our first visit, > I was coming to you free, > Hoping you would take me in > And keep me company. > I wasn't young or handsome, > Two years I'd roamed the street. > There were scars upon my face, > I hobbled on my feet. > > I could sense your disappointment > As I left my prison cage. > Oh, I hoped you would accept me > And look beyond my age. > You took me out of pity, > I accepted without shame. > Then you grew to love me, > And I admit the same. > > I have shared with you your laughter, > You have wet my fur with tears. > We've come to know each other > Throughout these many years. > Just one more hug this morning > Before you drive away, > And know I'll think about you > Throughout your busy day. > > The time we've left together > Is a treasured time at that. > My heart is yours forever. > I Promise - This old cat. > > ~ K.C. Bigamon > > ___ > Felvtalk mailing list > Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org > http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat
Tears are forming in my eyes as I think of all my "imperfect" cats that have come my way. Seems they' re the ones I have grown to love the most and they have given me the same back. Wouldn't trade all their imperfections for all the gold in the world. GRAS wrote: > Have to share this with my fellow cat lovers, Natalie > > > > This Old Cat > > > > I'm getting on in years, > > My coat is turning gray. > > My eyes have lost their luster, > > My hearing's just okay. > > I spend my day dreaming > > Of conquests in my past, > > Lying near a sunny window > > Waiting for its warm repast. > > > > I remember our first visit, > > I was coming to you free, > > Hoping you would take me in > > And keep me company. > > I wasn't young or handsome, > > Two years I'd roamed the street. > > There were scars upon my face, > > I hobbled on my feet. > > > > I could sense your disappointment > > As I left my prison cage. > > Oh, I hoped you would accept me > > And look beyond my age. > > You took me out of pity, > > I accepted without shame. > > Then you grew to love me, > > And I admit the same. > > > > I have shared with you your laughter, > > You have wet my fur with tears. > > We've come to know each other > > Throughout these many years. > > Just one more hug this morning > > Before you drive away, > > And know I'll think about you > > Throughout your busy day. > > > > The time we've left together > > Is a treasured time at that. > > My heart is yours forever. > > I Promise - This old cat. > > > > ~ K.C. Bigamon > > > ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
[Felvtalk] Poem: This Old Cat
Have to share this with my fellow cat lovers, Natalie This Old Cat I'm getting on in years, My coat is turning gray. My eyes have lost their luster, My hearing's just okay. I spend my day dreaming Of conquests in my past, Lying near a sunny window Waiting for its warm repast. I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free, Hoping you would take me in And keep me company. I wasn't young or handsome, Two years I'd roamed the street. There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet. I could sense your disappointment As I left my prison cage. Oh, I hoped you would accept me And look beyond my age. You took me out of pity, I accepted without shame. Then you grew to love me, And I admit the same. I have shared with you your laughter, You have wet my fur with tears. We've come to know each other Throughout these many years. Just one more hug this morning Before you drive away, And know I'll think about you Throughout your busy day. The time we've left together Is a treasured time at that. My heart is yours forever. I Promise - This old cat. ~ K.C. Bigamon ___ Felvtalk mailing list Felvtalk@felineleukemia.org http://felineleukemia.org/mailman/listinfo/felvtalk_felineleukemia.org
Re: [Anemia] OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
Hideyo I truly needed to hear this todayof course, it brought me tears today I am missing my precious Chewy something fierce..next month he will be gone 2 years.oh, how I miss him...it just doesn't seem like 2 years since I held my precious baby this truly touched my heart thank you for sharing take care and God Bless You Always Connie and my precious Angel Chewy HIDEYO YAMAMOTO <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Lend Me A Kitten I will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said. For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done." For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may. And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html<http://www.flippyscatpage.com/lendmeakitten.html> [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] __._,_.___ Messages in this topic (1) Reply (via web post) | Start a new topic Messages All messages sent to [EMAIL PROTECTED] are Copyright 2007 by the original author. Do not forward or excerpt to another group or nonmember without the author's permission. Any medical advice given on this list is an opinion of the author. Please verify all treatment plans with a qualified veterinarian. Change settings via the Web (Yahoo! ID required) Change settings via email: Switch delivery to Daily Digest | Switch format to Traditional Visit Your Group | Yahoo! Groups Terms of Use | Unsubscribe Recent Activity 14 New Members Visit Your Group SPONSORED LINKS Dog and cat supply Dog and cat bed Dog and cat gift Dog and cat food Cat Yahoo! TV "The 9" Daily count down of top Web finds. HDTV Support The official Samsung Y! Group for HDTVs and devices. Share Photos Put your favorite photos and more online. . __,_._,___
Re: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
Thanks Hideyo ... On Jul 17, 2007, at 6:43 PM, HIDEYO YAMAMOTO wrote: Lend Me A Kitten I will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said. For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done." For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may. And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html
Re: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
this is wonderful. Thank-you. Laurie - Original Message - From: Caroline Kaufmann To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Tuesday, July 17, 2007 7:32 PM Subject: RE: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul Thank you. This means more to me than you will ever know. -Caroline From: "HIDEYO YAMAMOTO" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, Subject: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:43:11 -0600 Lend Me A Kitten I will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said. For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done." For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may. And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html -- Missed the show? Watch videos of the Live Earth Concert on MSN.
RE: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
Thank you. This means more to me than you will ever know. -Caroline From: "HIDEYO YAMAMOTO" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgTo: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>, <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>,Subject: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soulDate: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:43:11 -0600 Lend Me A KittenI will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said.For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three.But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief,you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain?Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done."For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may.And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned,We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve,in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html Missed the show? Watch videos of the Live Earth Concert on MSN.
Re: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
That was wonderful, Hideyo... :)... Thanks so much for sharing. I will share it now too, for I know some kitten parents in need of this. Susan J. DuBose >^..^< www.PetGirlsPetsitting.com www.Tx.SiameseRescue.org www.shadowcats.net "As Cleopatra lay in state, Faithful Bast at her side did wait, Purring welcomes of soft applause, Ever guarding with sharpened claws." Trajan Tennent - Original Message - From: HIDEYO YAMAMOTO To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] ; [EMAIL PROTECTED] ; felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Tuesday, July 17, 2007 5:43 PM Subject: OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul Lend Me A Kitten I will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said. For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done." For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may. And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html
OT: A poem to those who lost your precious soul
Lend Me A Kitten I will lend to you for a while a kitten, God said. For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three. But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return. But there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn. I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true, And from the folk that crowds life's land I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain? Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again? And my heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done." For all the joys this kitten brings, the risk of grief I'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may. And for the happiness that we've known, forever grateful stay. But should you call him back much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of his sweet sweet love, please help us while we grieve. When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife, Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all his life. Adapted from the poem "To All Parents", by Edgar A. Guest [1881-1959] http://www.flippysc atpage.com/ lendmeakitten. html<http://www.flippyscatpage.com/lendmeakitten.html>
Re: OT: The Cat, A Poem
Yes, that's where I heard it. you can log onto www.npr.org , go to "Books" and listen to him recite it. made me cry... Susan J. DuBose >^..^< www.PetGirlsPetsitting.com www.Tx.SiameseRescue.org www.shadowcats.net "As Cleopatra lay in state, Faithful Bast at her side did wait, Purring welcomes of soft applause, Ever guarding with sharpened claws." Trajan Tennent - Original Message - From: Jane Lyons To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2007 5:24 PM Subject: Re: OT: The Cat, A Poem This poem was written by Ryan Alexander, a former Marine, while he was serving in Mosul, Iraq. He recited it on N.P.R. this morning. It is from a collection of poetry in a book entitled "Operation Homecoming". On Jul 4, 2007, at 6:04 PM, Susan Dubose wrote: She came to me skittish, wild. The way you're meant to be, surrounded by cruelty. I did not blame her. I would do the same. A pregnant cat, a happy distraction; some sort of normal thing. Calico and innocent. The kittens in her belly said feed me. And I did. She crept with careful eye, Body held low to the dirt, Snagged a bite, And carried it just far enough away. She liked the MREs, the beef stew, the chicken breast, the barbeque pork, but she did not like canned sardines. I do not blame her. I would do the same. She came around again and again finally deciding that I was no threat, that this big man wasn't so bad. I was afraid to touch her as the docs warned us. Iraqi animals were carriers of flesh-eating disease. I donned a plastic glove and was the first to pet this wild creature who may be the one true heart and mind that America had won over. After a while I forgot the glove and enjoyed the tactile softness of short fur, flesh-eating bacteria be damned. Her belly swelled for weeks and she disappeared for some days until her kittens were safely birthed in the shallow of a rusted desk in the ruins that lined the road behind us. She came around again slim with afterbirth still matted to her hind legs. She would return, but not quite as often. She came to eat and for attention, but there was nursing to be done. One day she crept up with a kitten in her mouth. She dropped it at my foot and stared up at me; she expected something, but there was nothing I could do. The young black and white kitten was dead, its eyes not yet opened. It looked like some shriveled old wise thing, completely still, mouth puckered, small body curled and limp. She let me take the baby without a fight. She knew, but seemed unaffected. She had fetched me a gift, a lesson, among the worried nights, shot nerves from poorly aimed mortar rounds: Everything dies. The evil, the innocent, her baby and me. I thought I should say a prayer and bury this poor little thing, but I did for it what will be done for me. I laid it in the burn can amongst the ash and said I'm sorry. Susan J. DuBose >^..^< www.petgirlspetsitting.com www.tx.siameserescue.org www.shadowcats.net "The storm can't down the castle, it can only shift the stones."
Re: OT: The Cat, A Poem
This poem was written by Ryan Alexander, a former Marine, while he was serving in Mosul, Iraq. He recited it on N.P.R. this morning. It is from a collection of poetry in a book entitled "Operation Homecoming". On Jul 4, 2007, at 6:04 PM, Susan Dubose wrote: She came to me skittish, wild. The way you're meant to be, surrounded by cruelty. I did not blame her. I would do the same. A pregnant cat, a happy distraction; some sort of normal thing. Calico and innocent. The kittens in her belly said feed me. And I did. She crept with careful eye, Body held low to the dirt, Snagged a bite, And carried it just far enough away. She liked the MREs, the beef stew, the chicken breast, the barbeque pork, but she did not like canned sardines. I do not blame her. I would do the same. She came around again and again finally deciding that I was no threat, that this big man wasn't so bad. I was afraid to touch her as the docs warned us. Iraqi animals were carriers of flesh-eating disease. I donned a plastic glove and was the first to pet this wild creature who may be the one true heart and mind that America had won over. After a while I forgot the glove and enjoyed the tactile softness of short fur, flesh-eating bacteria be damned. Her belly swelled for weeks and she disappeared for some days until her kittens were safely birthed in the shallow of a rusted desk in the ruins that lined the road behind us. She came around again slim with afterbirth still matted to her hind legs. She would return, but not quite as often. She came to eat and for attention, but there was nursing to be done. One day she crept up with a kitten in her mouth. She dropped it at my foot and stared up at me; she expected something, but there was nothing I could do. The young black and white kitten was dead, its eyes not yet opened. It looked like some shriveled old wise thing, completely still, mouth puckered, small body curled and limp. She let me take the baby without a fight. She knew, but seemed unaffected. She had fetched me a gift, a lesson, among the worried nights, shot nerves from poorly aimed mortar rounds: Everything dies. The evil, the innocent, her baby and me. I thought I should say a prayer and bury this poor little thing, but I did for it what will be done for me. I laid it in the burn can amongst the ash and said I'm sorry. Susan J. DuBose >^..^< www.petgirlspetsitting.com www.tx.siameserescue.org www.shadowcats.net "The storm can't down the castle, it can only shift the stones."
OT: The Cat, A Poem
She came to me skittish, wild. The way you're meant to be, surrounded by cruelty. I did not blame her. I would do the same. A pregnant cat, a happy distraction; some sort of normal thing. Calico and innocent. The kittens in her belly said feed me. And I did. She crept with careful eye, Body held low to the dirt, Snagged a bite, And carried it just far enough away. She liked the MREs, the beef stew, the chicken breast, the barbeque pork, but she did not like canned sardines. I do not blame her. I would do the same. She came around again and again finally deciding that I was no threat, that this big man wasn't so bad. I was afraid to touch her as the docs warned us. Iraqi animals were carriers of flesh-eating disease. I donned a plastic glove and was the first to pet this wild creature who may be the one true heart and mind that America had won over. After a while I forgot the glove and enjoyed the tactile softness of short fur, flesh-eating bacteria be damned. Her belly swelled for weeks and she disappeared for some days until her kittens were safely birthed in the shallow of a rusted desk in the ruins that lined the road behind us. She came around again slim with afterbirth still matted to her hind legs. She would return, but not quite as often. She came to eat and for attention, but there was nursing to be done. One day she crept up with a kitten in her mouth. She dropped it at my foot and stared up at me; she expected something, but there was nothing I could do. The young black and white kitten was dead, its eyes not yet opened. It looked like some shriveled old wise thing, completely still, mouth puckered, small body curled and limp. She let me take the baby without a fight. She knew, but seemed unaffected. She had fetched me a gift, a lesson, among the worried nights, shot nerves from poorly aimed mortar rounds: Everything dies. The evil, the innocent, her baby and me. I thought I should say a prayer and bury this poor little thing, but I did for it what will be done for me. I laid it in the burn can amongst the ash and said I'm sorry. Susan J. DuBose >^..^< www.petgirlspetsitting.com www.tx.siameserescue.org www.shadowcats.net "The storm can't down the castle, it can only shift the stones."
Re: OT: a poem I just wrote
I just read Phaewryn's poem about cats scratching couches. It's great! Michelle
Re: A poem to Everyone who have lost your little angels in the past..
I agree that poem is beautiful. I have it in my files. When I bury a furbaby I read this to give me some comfort. Butit still hard though. Surprisingly I don't know it by heart. Some things just don't register in my brain. Letter From Your Pet In HeavenTo my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.But first of all, to let you know, that I arrivedokay.I'm writing this from the Bridge.Here I dwell with God above.Here there's no more tears of sadness.Here is just eternal love.Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out ofsight.Remember that I am with you every morning, noon andnight.That day I had to leave you when my life on earth wasthrough,God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcomeyou.It's good to have you back again, you were missedwhile you weregone.As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on."God gave me a list of things that he wished for me todo.And foremost on the list was to watch and care foryou.And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores putto flight,God and I are closest to you... in the middle of thenight.When you think of my life on earth, and all thoseloving years,because you are only human, they are bound to bringyou tears.But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.Remember there would be no flowers, unless there wassome rain.I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.But one thing is for certain, though my life on earthis o'er.I'm closer to you now than I ever was before.There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills toclimb;But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for youtoo;That as you give unto the world, the world will giveto you.If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;Then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.Knowing as I passed along I made somebody smile.God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feelinglow;Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way yougo."When you're walking down the street with me on yourmind;I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.And when it's time for you to go... from that body tobe free.Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me.-Author Unknown Terrie Mohr-ForkerTAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTSSIAMESE & COLLIE RESCUEOwner/DriverCheck sites for available Siameses for adoption!http://www.tazzys-siameses-collies.petfinder.org/Click Here to Join WASHINGTON SIAMESE RESCUE Yahoo Group!http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wasiameserescuehttp://groups.yahoo.com/group/SNOHOMISH_COUNTY_PETS_in_WAhttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/index.htmlhttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/myhomepage/petmemorial.htmlPetfinder.comAdopt a Homeless Pet!http://www.petfinder.com/http://www.felineleukemia.org/http://www.petloss.com/TAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTShttps://www.paypal.com/http://www.frappr.com/wasiameserescue
Re: A poem to Everyone who have lost your little angels in the past..
That was beautiful Hideyo. Thank you for sharing that with us. GinaHideyo Yamamoto <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Hi, This is something that was forwarded to me from some one from CRFsupport list.. I found it very soothing to read.. in case it helps youto cope with a similar pain, please keep it with you..-Original Message-From: linda vann [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, June 27, 2006 6:26 PMTo: Hideyo YamamotoSubject: Re: [CRF] Hannibal departed to his new wonderful life... -thank you for all your prayers.oh dearest hideyo,how can i tell you how sorry i am. i know how long andhard to worked to help dear hannibal. i know how veryspecial he is. my heart breaks for you.but you are right, we can celebrate his release fromthis vale of tears. and look forward to the day whenwe are reunited with our dear ones.i have to be sure that you have this poem. lois sentit to me when i lost my boy. it helps me some.your friend.linda, angel fabians momin texasLetter From Your Pet In HeavenTo my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.But first of all, to let you know, that I arrivedokay.I'm writing this from the Bridge.Here I dwell with God above.Here there's no more tears of sadness.Here is just eternal love.Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out ofsight.Remember that I am with you every morning, noon andnight.That day I had to leave you when my life on earth wasthrough,God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcomeyou.It's good to have you back again, you were missedwhile you weregone.As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on."God gave me a list of things that he wished for me todo.And foremost on the list was to watch and care foryou.And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores putto flight,God and I are closest to you... in the middle of thenight.When you think of my life on earth, and all thoseloving years,because you are only human, they are bound to bringyou tears.But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.Remember there would be no flowers, unless there wassome rain.I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.But one thing is for certain, though my life on earthis o'er.I'm closer to you now than I ever was before.There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills toclimb;But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for youtoo;That as you give unto the world, the world will giveto you.If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;Then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.Knowing as I passed along I made somebody smile.God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feelinglow;Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way yougo."When you're walking down the street with me on yourmind;I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.And when it's time for you to go... from that body tobe free.Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me.-Author Unknown--- Hideyo Yamamoto <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote:> Hi, everyone, I first wanted to thank you all for> all the prayers and> encouragement and support for Hannibal - a little> less than 24 hours> ago, he passed away - he stopped breathing in my> arms.. I wish he was at> home but unfortunately we were at the vet and he was> getting IV fluid...> I was with him the whole time..I really did not> expect him to cross the> bridge yesterday.. I just wanted to make him feel> better and I thought> that IV would have helped him.. and now I think> about it, I am so sure> that putting him on IV did shorten his life after> all.. as always,, I> have so many regrets for things I wish I had done, I> had known.. or I> wish I had not done.. if I had known as much as I do> now.. I would have> made Hannibal's life so much better and longer.I> am so sorry for> Hannibal not knowing any better... but I hope I can> contribute my> learning experience to any other kitties out there> who are fighting> against CRF... Hannibal was and is such a fighter..> he was the very> first feral I rescued in U.S. and I have known him> over 10 years... I> feel so fortunate to have met him and feel honored> to have met and feel> privileged to have had the opportunity to take care> of him.. I wish I> had done a better job, Hannibal... and I am so sorry> that I did not pay> attention well enough and took your sight way.. I> know it was struggle> for you.. but one thing for sure.. I have loved> him so very much.. I> loved him like there is no tomorrowand I always> will... > > > > We celebrated his departure to his new life with all> other kitties last> night.. we al
Re: A poem to Everyone who have lost your little angels in the past..
Thank you Hideyo,the poem is very sweet. SherryHideyo Yamamoto <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Hi, This is something that was forwarded to me from some one from CRFsupport list.. I found it very soothing to read.. in case it helps youto cope with a similar pain, please keep it with you..-Original Message-From: linda vann [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, June 27, 2006 6:26 PMTo: Hideyo YamamotoSubject: Re: [CRF] Hannibal departed to his new wonderful life... -thank you for all your prayers.oh dearest hideyo,how can i tell you how sorry i am. i know how long andhard to worked to help dear hannibal. i know how veryspecial he is. my heart breaks for you.but you are right, we can celebrate his release fromthis vale of tears. and look forward to the day whenwe are reunited with our dear ones.i have to be sure that you have this poem. lois sentit to me when i lost my boy. it helps me some.your friend.linda, angel fabians momin texasLetter From Your Pet In HeavenTo my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.But first of all, to let you know, that I arrivedokay.I'm writing this from the Bridge.Here I dwell with God above.Here there's no more tears of sadness.Here is just eternal love.Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out ofsight.Remember that I am with you every morning, noon andnight.That day I had to leave you when my life on earth wasthrough,God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcomeyou.It's good to have you back again, you were missedwhile you weregone.As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on."God gave me a list of things that he wished for me todo.And foremost on the list was to watch and care foryou.And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores putto flight,God and I are closest to you... in the middle of thenight.When you think of my life on earth, and all thoseloving years,because you are only human, they are bound to bringyou tears.But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.Remember there would be no flowers, unless there wassome rain.I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.But one thing is for certain, though my life on earthis o'er.I'm closer to you now than I ever was before.There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills toclimb;But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for youtoo;That as you give unto the world, the world will giveto you.If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;Then you can say to God at night..."My day was not in vain."And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile.Knowing as I passed along I made somebody smile.God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feelinglow;Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way yougo."When you're walking down the street with me on yourmind;I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.And when it's time for you to go... from that body tobe free.Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me.-Author Unknown--- Hideyo Yamamoto <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote:> Hi, everyone, I first wanted to thank you all for> all the prayers and> encouragement and support for Hannibal - a little> less than 24 hours> ago, he passed away - he stopped breathing in my> arms.. I wish he was at> home but unfortunately we were at the vet and he was> getting IV fluid...> I was with him the whole time..I really did not> expect him to cross the> bridge yesterday.. I just wanted to make him feel> better and I thought> that IV would have helped him.. and now I think> about it, I am so sure> that putting him on IV did shorten his life after> all.. as always,, I> have so many regrets for things I wish I had done, I> had known.. or I> wish I had not done.. if I had known as much as I do> now.. I would have> made Hannibal's life so much better and longer.I> am so sorry for> Hannibal not knowing any better... but I hope I can> contribute my> learning experience to any other kitties out there> who are fighting> against CRF... Hannibal was and is such a fighter..> he was the very> first feral I rescued in U.S. and I have known him> over 10 years... I> feel so fortunate to have met him and feel honored> to have met and feel> privileged to have had the opportunity to take care> of him.. I wish I> had done a better job, Hannibal... and I am so sorry> that I did not pay> attention well enough and took your sight way.. I> know it was struggle> for you.. but one thing for sure.. I have loved> him so very much.. I> loved him like there is no tomorrowand I always> will... > > > > We celebrated his departure to his new life with all> other kitties last> night.. we all miss him.. I am so very much
A poem to Everyone who have lost your little angels in the past..
Hi, This is something that was forwarded to me from some one from CRF support list.. I found it very soothing to read.. in case it helps you to cope with a similar pain, please keep it with you.. -Original Message- From: linda vann [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Tuesday, June 27, 2006 6:26 PM To: Hideyo Yamamoto Subject: Re: [CRF] Hannibal departed to his new wonderful life... - thank you for all your prayers. oh dearest hideyo, how can i tell you how sorry i am. i know how long and hard to worked to help dear hannibal. i know how very special he is. my heart breaks for you. but you are right, we can celebrate his release from this vale of tears. and look forward to the day when we are reunited with our dear ones. i have to be sure that you have this poem. lois sent it to me when i lost my boy. it helps me some. your friend. linda, angel fabians mom in texas Letter From Your Pet In Heaven To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say. But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from the Bridge. Here I dwell with God above. Here there's no more tears of sadness. Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight. Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you. It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on." God gave me a list of things that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight, God and I are closest to you... in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years, because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now than I ever was before. There are rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; But together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too; That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain; Then you can say to God at night... "My day was not in vain." And now I am contented... that my life was worthwhile. Knowing as I passed along I made somebody smile. God says: "If you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low; Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go." When you're walking down the street with me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go... from that body to be free. Remember you're not going... you're coming here to me. -Author Unknown --- Hideyo Yamamoto <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Hi, everyone, I first wanted to thank you all for > all the prayers and > encouragement and support for Hannibal - a little > less than 24 hours > ago, he passed away - he stopped breathing in my > arms.. I wish he was at > home but unfortunately we were at the vet and he was > getting IV fluid... > I was with him the whole time..I really did not > expect him to cross the > bridge yesterday.. I just wanted to make him feel > better and I thought > that IV would have helped him.. and now I think > about it, I am so sure > that putting him on IV did shorten his life after > all.. as always,, I > have so many regrets for things I wish I had done, I > had known.. or I > wish I had not done.. if I had known as much as I do > now.. I would have > made Hannibal's life so much better and longer.I > am so sorry for > Hannibal not knowing any better... but I hope I can > contribute my > learning experience to any other kitties out there > who are fighting > against CRF... Hannibal was and is such a fighter.. > he was the very > first feral I rescued in U.S. and I have known him > over 10 years... I > feel so fortunate to have met him and feel honored > to have met and feel > privileged to have had the opportunity to take care > of him.. I wish I > had done a better job, Hannibal... and I am so sorry > that I did not pay > attention well enough and took your sight way.. I > know it was struggle > for you.. but one thing for sure.. I have loved > him so very much.. I > loved him like there is no tomorrowand I always > will... > > > > We celebrated his departure to his new life wi
Re: OT: Kitten love, part 2, OT: a poem I just wrote
"kindling wrapped in fabric" is almost as good as the way another friend recently described snakes: "bungee cords with personalities." -- MaryChristine AIM / YAHOO: TenHouseCats MSN: [EMAIL PROTECTED] ICQ: 289856892
Re: OT: Kitten love, part 2, OT: a poem I just wrote
Hi everyone, I didn't know kitty barf would be such a hot topic! I really think Dash just stuffs himself silly, no hairballs yet, just a huge pile of half-digested cat food. I'll switch him back to his old food and see how he does. I had a long-haired kitty many years ago, I still remember that awful feeling of slimy hairballs underfoot. This gang is short-haired, so I'm hoping they'll be better about that. Although if they aren't, it isn't so bad, as we got rid of our carpet and put in all laminate flooring throughout the house. Much easier to deal with... I have to switch out of digest-mode or whatever, as it seems to sometimes just give me the headers and skips the message for some reason. I couldn't read the declaw poem until someone else attached it to the bottom of their reply... Phaewryn, I loved your poem! That is how I feel about declaws too! Many (most) of my friends and family have declawed their cats. I can almost understand the decision if there are toddlers in a house, as I was scratched in the eye by my first cat when I was 2 (shouldn't have had one that young anyway). But just to save some kindling wrapped in fabric? No way, not for me. But I have never criticized anyone I know who went ahead and did it, as I felt it was their business, and at least the cats had homes. So why in the heck are they all so beligerent and in my face when I tell them I'm not doing that to my cats? Right away I get the "what about the sofa" argument, followed quickly by the "it doesn't hurt them, they jump on their toes the same day" rationalization. I don't care, I just don't believe in it for me. I've even had a lady with our local kitty rescue act horrified when I told her I was looking for a fully-clawed companion for my cat (this was prior to catching this litter, not looking anymore!) I absolutely don't care about the sofa. We had a rescue Doberman for 9 years that ATE couches everytime there was a thunderstorm. We just kept taking second-hand couches from people we knew, tossed a shredded one out on the curb 2-3 times a year (our garbage men had to hate us). I don't miss one of those couches, but I would give anything to have that dog alive and with me again... Beth [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Re: OT: a poem I just wrote
I used to be somewhat anal about keeping my house clean, dusting and vacuuming 3 or 4 times a week, sometimes more, then came the furballs, used to have nick nacks, no more, used to have plants, no more, used to buy nice furniture, now look for material that hides cat hair and replace it more often. Now we all live together quite happily on our slightly worn out furniture, and in our not so spotless, kind of messy house!! I really must thank them because I don't miss the cleaning at all! Reminds me of a (former!) friend who is completely anal about tidiness. Even I began to dislike visiting her because I felt my mere presence in her living-room constituted untidiness. In response to her expression of horror when I said my cats used my sofas and scratched my furniture, I simply said, " My cats are more important than my furniture." This same person was talking about getting a dog, but fortunately (in my opinion) changed her mind. -- Belinda happiness is being owned by cats ... Be-Mi-Kitties http://bemikitties.com Post Adoptable FeLV/FIV/FIP Cats/Kittens http://adopt.bemikitties.com FeLV Candlelight Service http://bemikitties.com/cls HostDesign4U.com [affordable hosting & web design] http://HostDesign4U.com BMK Designs [non-profit animals websites] http://bmk.bemikitties.com
RE: OT: a poem I just wrote
Title: Message Brilliant. A keeper! Reminds me of a (former!) friend who is completely anal about tidiness. Even I began to dislike visiting her because I felt my mere presence in her living-room constituted untidiness. In response to her _expression_ of horror when I said my cats used my sofas and scratched my furniture, I simply said, " My cats are more important than my furniture." This same person was talking about getting a dog, but fortunately (in my opinion) changed her mind. -Original Message-From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of [EMAIL PROTECTED]Sent: Tuesday, August 15, 2006 7:07 AMTo: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgSubject: Re: OT: a poem I just wrote This is wonderful - my feelings exactly...said so well. In a message dated 8/14/2006 6:41:52 P.M. Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Someone on another list was asking about if she should allow her cat to shred her chair. I just had to share my reply with you guys, cause it kinda turned into a poem: " My cats have a $300 cat tree scratching post. Yes they use it often.. but they still use the couch too. If you're not to attached to it, I'd say, what's the harm, it's a chair, after all, and chairs are replaceable, and don't have feelings. Cats, on the other hand, are very NON-replaceable, and their time with us is too short to begin with. If it makes them happy, what is a chair or sofa to me, when the happiness of my cat is the goal of my life? It's all in the perspective, of course. Some people are very attached to their material possessions, to the point of cutting off their cat's toes to save the sofa. Personally, I'd rather NOT be in that category of people. So to all the cats I say: "Go forth my sweet kitties, and shred the sofas of life, leave not a sliver of upholstery upon which you have not laid your touch, for until you touched it, it had no meaning to me, with your touch, you brought your own special personality to light upon the material world, and thus improved it. For when you are long passed from this life, and I look fondly in the vision of my mind upon your memories, as I sit upon that shredded sofa, my own tears shall fall upon the same surface as you yourself touched, and together we will be again, if only for a moment, sitting quietly, upon sofa we shared in our own special way. I wont be remembering yelling at you, or squirting you with a water bottle, or taking you in the have your toes cut off. I wont be remembering you running scared from the sound of a rolled up newspaper, from me. I wont be remembering anything but you, in all your feline glory, stretching up in a graceful arch, with the look of pure glee upon your face, and the sound of fabric ripping, as you happily do what comes naturally to you, marking your territory. Only fond memories, will those of you be, to be. " Phaewryn Please adopt a cat from Little Cheetah Cat Rescue!!! http://ucat.us/adopt.html Low cost Spay&Neuter services in VT, and Emergency Financial Assistance for cat owners:http://ucat.us/VermontLowCost.htmlSpecial Needs Cat Resources: http://ucat.us/domesticcatlinks.htmlPlease shop online through i-give and support the Feline Veterinary Emergency Assistance Program:http://www.igive.com/FVEAP Shop at GREAT stores, like Drs. Foster & Smith, Pet Food Direct, Musician's Friend, and LOTS more!It doesn't cost you a single penny more, and it makes so much difference to a sick cat in need!No virus found in this outgoing message.Checked by AVG Free Edition.Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.10.9/417 - Release Date: 8/11/2006 IRS CIRCULAR 230 NOTICE. Any advice expressed above as to tax matters was neither written nor intended by the sender or Mayer, Brown, Rowe & Maw LLP to be used and cannot be used by any taxpayer for the purpose of avoiding tax penalties that may be imposed under U.S. tax law. If any person uses or refers to any such tax advice in promoting, marketing or recommending a partnership or other entity, investment plan or arrangement to any taxpayer, then (i) the advice was written to support the promotion or marketing (by a person other than Mayer, Brown, Rowe & Maw LLP) of that transaction or matter, and (ii) such taxpayer should seek advice based on the taxpayers particular circumstances from an independent tax advisor This email and any files transmitted with it are intended solely for the use of the individual or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the system manager. If you are not the named addressee you should not disseminate, distribute or copy this e-mail.
Re: OT: a poem I just wrote
This is wonderful - my feelings exactly...said so well. In a message dated 8/14/2006 6:41:52 P.M. Pacific Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Someone on another list was asking about if she should allow her cat to shred her chair. I just had to share my reply with you guys, cause it kinda turned into a poem: " My cats have a $300 cat tree scratching post. Yes they use it often.. but they still use the couch too. If you're not to attached to it, I'd say, what's the harm, it's a chair, after all, and chairs are replaceable, and don't have feelings. Cats, on the other hand, are very NON-replaceable, and their time with us is too short to begin with. If it makes them happy, what is a chair or sofa to me, when the happiness of my cat is the goal of my life? It's all in the perspective, of course. Some people are very attached to their material possessions, to the point of cutting off their cat's toes to save the sofa. Personally, I'd rather NOT be in that category of people. So to all the cats I say: "Go forth my sweet kitties, and shred the sofas of life, leave not a sliver of upholstery upon which you have not laid your touch, for until you touched it, it had no meaning to me, with your touch, you brought your own special personality to light upon the material world, and thus improved it. For when you are long passed from this life, and I look fondly in the vision of my mind upon your memories, as I sit upon that shredded sofa, my own tears shall fall upon the same surface as you yourself touched, and together we will be again, if only for a moment, sitting quietly, upon sofa we shared in our own special way. I wont be remembering yelling at you, or squirting you with a water bottle, or taking you in the have your toes cut off. I wont be remembering you running scared from the sound of a rolled up newspaper, from me. I wont be remembering anything but you, in all your feline glory, stretching up in a graceful arch, with the look of pure glee upon your face, and the sound of fabric ripping, as you happily do what comes naturally to you, marking your territory. Only fond memories, will those of you be, to be. " Phaewryn Please adopt a cat from Little Cheetah Cat Rescue!!! http://ucat.us/adopt.html Low cost Spay&Neuter services in VT, and Emergency Financial Assistance for cat owners:http://ucat.us/VermontLowCost.htmlSpecial Needs Cat Resources: http://ucat.us/domesticcatlinks.htmlPlease shop online through i-give and support the Feline Veterinary Emergency Assistance Program:http://www.igive.com/FVEAP Shop at GREAT stores, like Drs. Foster & Smith, Pet Food Direct, Musician's Friend, and LOTS more!It doesn't cost you a single penny more, and it makes so much difference to a sick cat in need!No virus found in this outgoing message.Checked by AVG Free Edition.Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.10.9/417 - Release Date: 8/11/2006
Re: OT: a poem I just wrote
Your poem brought a smile to my face. That's how I feel about it :) GinaPhaewryn <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Someone on another list was asking about if she should allow her cat to shred her chair. I just had to share my reply with you guys, cause it kinda turned into a poem: " My cats have a $300 cat tree scratching post. Yes they use it often.. but they still use the couch too. If you're not to attached to it, I'd say, what's the harm, it's a chair, after all, and chairs are replaceable, and don't have feelings. Cats, on the other hand, are very NON-replaceable, and their time with us is too short to begin with. If it makes them happy, what is a chair or sofa to me, when the happiness of my cat is the goal of my life? It's all in the perspective, of course. Some people are very attached to their material possessions, to the point of cutting off their cat's toes to save the sofa. Personally, I'd rather NOT be in that category of people. So to all the cats I say: "Go forth my sweet kitties, and shred the sofas of life, leave not a sliver of upholstery upon which you have not laid your touch, for until you touched it, it had no meaning to me, with your touch, you brought your own special personality to light upon the material world, and thus improved it. For when you are long passed from this life, and I look fondly in the vision of my mind upon your memories, as I sit upon that shredded sofa, my own tears shall fall upon the same surface as you yourself touched, and together we will be again, if only for a moment, sitting quietly, upon sofa we shared in our own special way. I wont be remembering yelling at you, or squirting you with a water bottle, or taking you in the have your toes cut off. I wont be remembering you running scared from the sound of a rolled up newspaper, from me. I wont be remembering anything but you, in all your feline glory, stretching up in a graceful arch, with the look of pure glee upon your face, and the sound of fabric ripping, as you happily do what comes naturally to you, marking your territory. Only fond memories, will those of you be, to be. " Phaewryn Please adopt a cat from Little Cheetah Cat Rescue!!! http://ucat.us/adopt.html Low cost Spay&Neuter services in VT, and Emergency Financial Assistance for cat owners:http://ucat.us/VermontLowCost.htmlSpecial Needs Cat Resources: http://ucat.us/domesticcatlinks.htmlPlease shop online through i-give and support the Feline Veterinary Emergency Assistance Program:http://www.igive.com/FVEAP Shop at GREAT stores, like Drs. Foster & Smith, Pet Food Direct, Musician's Friend, and LOTS more!It doesn't cost you a single penny more, and it makes so much difference to a sick cat in need!BEGIN:VCARDVERSION:2.1N:O'Gwynn;Jenn;Phaewryn;Ms.FN:Jenn Phaewryn O'GwynnNICKNAME:PhaewrynORG:UCAT rescue;operations/field workTITLE:Cat RescuerNOTE:I rescue cats. I run a small personal rescue operation, all on my own, and out of pocket. Donations appreciated at any time! Paypal donations can be sent to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or send donations via check or money order to Jennifer O'Guin, PO Box 1008, Hardwick VT. 05843TEL;WORK;VOICE:802-472-8628TEL;HOME;VOICE:802 472-8628ADR;WORK:;home office;;Hardwick;VT.;05843;USALABEL;WORK;ENCODING=QUOTED-PRINTABLE:home office=0D=0AHardwick, VT. 05843=0D=0AUSAADR;HOME:;;P.O. Box 1008;Hardwick;Vermont;05843;USALABEL;HOME;ENCODING=QUOTED-PRINTABLE:P.O. Box 1008=0D=0AHardwick, Vermont 05843=0D=0AUSAX-WAB-GENDER:1URL;HOME:http://ucat.usURL;WORK:http://ucat.us/adopt.htmlBDAY:19750928EMAIL;PREF;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED]EMAIL;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED]EMAIL;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED]REV:20060815T013827ZEND:VCARDNo virus found in this outgoing message.Checked by AVG Free Edition.Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.10.9/417 - Release Date: 8/11/2006Please visit my Tigger Tales site! At the bottom of the home and links pages are my merchant affiliate banners. If anyone uses my links to make a purchase, I will receive a percentage of all final sales. I am going to donate 100% of the proceeds to animal welfare organizations. This is a great way to shop your favorite online pet stores and give something to a worthy cause. Thank you in advance! Yahoo! Messenger with Voice. Make PC-to-Phone Calls to the US (and 30+ countries) for 2¢/min or less.
RE: a poem I just wrote
Love it. Diane R. -Original Message-From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]On Behalf Of PhaewrynSent: Monday, August 14, 2006 8:38 PMTo: felvtalk@felineleukemia.orgSubject: OT: a poem I just wrote Someone on another list was asking about if she should allow her cat to shred her chair. I just had to share my reply with you guys, cause it kinda turned into a poem:
OT: a poem I just wrote
Someone on another list was asking about if she should allow her cat to shred her chair. I just had to share my reply with you guys, cause it kinda turned into a poem: " My cats have a $300 cat tree scratching post. Yes they use it often.. but they still use the couch too. If you're not to attached to it, I'd say, what's the harm, it's a chair, after all, and chairs are replaceable, and don't have feelings. Cats, on the other hand, are very NON-replaceable, and their time with us is too short to begin with. If it makes them happy, what is a chair or sofa to me, when the happiness of my cat is the goal of my life? It's all in the perspective, of course. Some people are very attached to their material possessions, to the point of cutting off their cat's toes to save the sofa. Personally, I'd rather NOT be in that category of people. So to all the cats I say: "Go forth my sweet kitties, and shred the sofas of life, leave not a sliver of upholstery upon which you have not laid your touch, for until you touched it, it had no meaning to me, with your touch, you brought your own special personality to light upon the material world, and thus improved it. For when you are long passed from this life, and I look fondly in the vision of my mind upon your memories, as I sit upon that shredded sofa, my own tears shall fall upon the same surface as you yourself touched, and together we will be again, if only for a moment, sitting quietly, upon sofa we shared in our own special way. I wont be remembering yelling at you, or squirting you with a water bottle, or taking you in the have your toes cut off. I wont be remembering you running scared from the sound of a rolled up newspaper, from me. I wont be remembering anything but you, in all your feline glory, stretching up in a graceful arch, with the look of pure glee upon your face, and the sound of fabric ripping, as you happily do what comes naturally to you, marking your territory. Only fond memories, will those of you be, to be. " Phaewryn Please adopt a cat from Little Cheetah Cat Rescue!!! http://ucat.us/adopt.html Low cost Spay&Neuter services in VT, and Emergency Financial Assistance for cat owners:http://ucat.us/VermontLowCost.htmlSpecial Needs Cat Resources: http://ucat.us/domesticcatlinks.htmlPlease shop online through i-give and support the Feline Veterinary Emergency Assistance Program:http://www.igive.com/FVEAP Shop at GREAT stores, like Drs. Foster & Smith, Pet Food Direct, Musician's Friend, and LOTS more!It doesn't cost you a single penny more, and it makes so much difference to a sick cat in need! BEGIN:VCARD VERSION:2.1 N:O'Gwynn;Jenn;Phaewryn;Ms. FN:Jenn Phaewryn O'Gwynn NICKNAME:Phaewryn ORG:UCAT rescue;operations/field work TITLE:Cat Rescuer NOTE:I rescue cats. I run a small personal rescue operation, all on my own, and out of pocket. Donations appreciated at any time! Paypal donations can be sent to [EMAIL PROTECTED] or send donations via check or money order to Jennifer O'Guin, PO Box 1008, Hardwick VT. 05843 TEL;WORK;VOICE:802-472-8628 TEL;HOME;VOICE:802 472-8628 ADR;WORK:;home office;;Hardwick;VT.;05843;USA LABEL;WORK;ENCODING=QUOTED-PRINTABLE:home office=0D=0AHardwick, VT. 05843=0D=0AUSA ADR;HOME:;;P.O. Box 1008;Hardwick;Vermont;05843;USA LABEL;HOME;ENCODING=QUOTED-PRINTABLE:P.O. Box 1008=0D=0AHardwick, Vermont 05843=0D=0AUSA X-WAB-GENDER:1 URL;HOME:http://ucat.us URL;WORK:http://ucat.us/adopt.html BDAY:19750928 EMAIL;PREF;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED] EMAIL;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED] EMAIL;INTERNET:[EMAIL PROTECTED] REV:20060815T013827Z END:VCARD No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Free Edition. Version: 7.1.405 / Virus Database: 268.10.9/417 - Release Date: 8/11/2006
Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wantedto see it.
I agree. It's a beautiful poem. Sure to bring out the tissues! tElizabeth Paz <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Dear Michelle what a wonderful poem to your sweet little Tridge. It touches all of our hearts.Liz.>From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]>Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org>To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org>Subject: Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who >wantedto see it.>Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 09:21:58 -0600>>Thank you Michelle! What a wonderful poem...you've certainly got a>gift! I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't cry before reading>it...but by the time I got to the end, my lap was full of kleenex!>Thank you, again...you've expressed so well what I feel in my heart!>>Jen>>>"But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be>unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world; You>become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed..." --Antoine de>Saint-Exupéry>>"If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know>each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them, and what>you do not know you will fear. What one fears one destroys." --Chief Dan>George>>- Original Message ->From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]>Date: Sunday, January 15, 2006 1:12 pm>Subject: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who>wanted to see it.>> > Poem for Little Tidge> >> > We found each other wandering - I gave you shelter from the storm> > The misfortunes life had dealt you left you frightened and withdrawn> > Our lives combined, our love grew strong, and you knew that you> > were saved> > >From past neglect and heartache when love was all you ever craved> >> > Now Im left in turmoil, trying hard to comprehend> > The reasons why god took away my very special friend> > I know you had to leave me and that was meant to be> > And I hope that in the place you are, from pain you will stay free> > I look around each day for you in hope that youll appear> > It hurts so much to face the truth that youre no longer here> >> > Your unexpected passing left me broken and destroyed> > When your cruel unfair departure left an overwhelming void> > Not a day goes by when I dont pray to keep you safe from harm> > Then I pray your spirit finds me to help me calm my inner storm> > My late departed friend, I dont think Ill ever understand> > Why you, still young and innocent, were taken from this land> >> > I know that you would not desire me harbour such dismay> > So forgive my times of weakness but you are in my heart to stay> > My life must now continue much in the way it did before> > Though without you here beside me, for a while I will feel poor> > Despite these dismal feelings I can recall how rich Ive been> > Because the day I found you wandering was when my heart began to beam> >> > Please know how much I love you, and Im glad our paths did cross> > The short time that we shared will never be a loss> > And friend I ask please wait for me for one day Ill return> > To comfort and protect thee - but for now our hearts must yearn> > Heaven and earth may hinder until my time is done> > But with togetherness our future, our souls are destined to be one> >> >> > Michelle Lomax (April 2005)> >> > It's amazing how creativity comes out with emotion but writing the> > poem> > whilst painful was also cathartic. I guess much of the poem> > applies to all of us> > at some point.> > Hope you enjoy it xx Michelle, Buddy, Minstrel & Angel Bramble> >>
Poem
Glad you liked the poem and sorry for making you cry but I guess when something comes deep from the heart then it is inevitable that others experiencing the same will cry - I still do. It's nice to be able to share it here because general public would think it was over the top for losing a cat but as we all feel here they are so so precious to us and it is soul destroying when they do cross to the bridge. Michelle, Minstrel, Buddy & Angel Bramble
Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wantedto see it.
Dear Michelle what a wonderful poem to your sweet little Tridge. It touches all of our hearts. Liz. From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Reply-To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org To: felvtalk@felineleukemia.org Subject: Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wantedto see it. Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2006 09:21:58 -0600 Thank you Michelle! What a wonderful poem...you've certainly got a gift! I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't cry before reading it...but by the time I got to the end, my lap was full of kleenex! Thank you, again...you've expressed so well what I feel in my heart! Jen "But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world; You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed..." --Antoine de Saint-Exupéry "If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them, and what you do not know you will fear. What one fears one destroys." --Chief Dan George - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Sunday, January 15, 2006 1:12 pm Subject: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it. > Poem for Little Tidge > > We found each other wandering - I gave you shelter from the storm > The misfortunes life had dealt you left you frightened and withdrawn > Our lives combined, our love grew strong, and you knew that you > were saved > >From past neglect and heartache when love was all you ever craved > > Now Im left in turmoil, trying hard to comprehend > The reasons why god took away my very special friend > I know you had to leave me and that was meant to be > And I hope that in the place you are, from pain you will stay free > I look around each day for you in hope that youll appear > It hurts so much to face the truth that youre no longer here > > Your unexpected passing left me broken and destroyed > When your cruel unfair departure left an overwhelming void > Not a day goes by when I dont pray to keep you safe from harm > Then I pray your spirit finds me to help me calm my inner storm > My late departed friend, I dont think Ill ever understand > Why you, still young and innocent, were taken from this land > > I know that you would not desire me harbour such dismay > So forgive my times of weakness but you are in my heart to stay > My life must now continue much in the way it did before > Though without you here beside me, for a while I will feel poor > Despite these dismal feelings I can recall how rich Ive been > Because the day I found you wandering was when my heart began to beam > > Please know how much I love you, and Im glad our paths did cross > The short time that we shared will never be a loss > And friend I ask please wait for me for one day Ill return > To comfort and protect thee - but for now our hearts must yearn > Heaven and earth may hinder until my time is done > But with togetherness our future, our souls are destined to be one > > > Michelle Lomax (April 2005) > > It's amazing how creativity comes out with emotion but writing the > poem > whilst painful was also cathartic. I guess much of the poem > applies to all of us > at some point. > Hope you enjoy it xx Michelle, Buddy, Minstrel & Angel Bramble >
Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it.
Thank you Michelle! What a wonderful poem...you've certainly got a gift! I tried to tell myself that I wouldn't cry before reading it...but by the time I got to the end, my lap was full of kleenex! Thank you, again...you've expressed so well what I feel in my heart! Jen "But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world; You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed..." --Antoine de Saint-Exupéry "If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them, and what you do not know you will fear. What one fears one destroys." --Chief Dan George - Original Message - From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Date: Sunday, January 15, 2006 1:12 pm Subject: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it. > Poem for Little Tidge > > We found each other wandering - I gave you shelter from the storm > The misfortunes life had dealt you left you frightened and withdrawn > Our lives combined, our love grew strong, and you knew that you > were saved > >From past neglect and heartache when love was all you ever craved > > Now I’m left in turmoil, trying hard to comprehend > The reasons why god took away my very special friend > I know you had to leave me and that was meant to be > And I hope that in the place you are, from pain you will stay free > I look around each day for you in hope that you’ll appear > It hurts so much to face the truth that you’re no longer here > > Your unexpected passing left me broken and destroyed > When your cruel unfair departure left an overwhelming void > Not a day goes by when I don’t pray to keep you safe from harm > Then I pray your spirit finds me to help me calm my inner storm > My late departed friend, I don’t think I’ll ever understand > Why you, still young and innocent, were taken from this land > > I know that you would not desire me harbour such dismay > So forgive my times of weakness but you are in my heart to stay > My life must now continue much in the way it did before > Though without you here beside me, for a while I will feel poor > Despite these dismal feelings I can recall how rich I’ve been > Because the day I found you wandering was when my heart began to beam > > Please know how much I love you, and I’m glad our paths did cross > The short time that we shared will never be a loss > And friend I ask please wait for me for one day I’ll return > To comfort and protect thee - but for now our hearts must yearn > Heaven and earth may hinder until my time is done > But with togetherness our future, our souls are destined to be one > > > Michelle Lomax (April 2005) > > It's amazing how creativity comes out with emotion but writing the > poem > whilst painful was also cathartic. I guess much of the poem > applies to all of us > at some point. > Hope you enjoy it xx Michelle, Buddy, Minstrel & Angel Bramble >
Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it.
Michelle, Thank you for posting your poem. It's beautiful and, of course, it made me cry. Nina
Re: Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it.
Thank you for the poem. It is beautiful and it does speak for many of us! Thank you again! Terrie MohrTAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTSSIAMESE & COLLIE RESCUEOwner/DriverCheck sites for available Siameses for adoption!http://www.tazzys-siameses-collies.petfinder.org/Click Here to Join WASHINGTON SIAMESE RESCUE Yahoo Group!http://groups.yahoo.com/group/wasiameserescuehttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/index.htmlhttp://hometown.aol.com/tatorbunz/myhomepage/petmemorial.htmlPetfinder.comAdopt a Homeless Pet!http://www.petfinder.com/http://www.felineleukemia.org/http://www.petloss.com/TAZZY'S ANIMAL TRANSPORTShttps://www.paypal.com/http://www.frappr.com/wasiameserescue
Here's the Poem I wrote after losing Tidge for those who wanted to see it.
Poem for Little Tidge We found each other wandering - I gave you shelter from the storm The misfortunes life had dealt you left you frightened and withdrawn Our lives combined, our love grew strong, and you knew that you were saved From past neglect and heartache when love was all you ever craved Now I’m left in turmoil, trying hard to comprehend The reasons why god took away my very special friend I know you had to leave me and that was meant to be And I hope that in the place you are, from pain you will stay free I look around each day for you in hope that you’ll appear It hurts so much to face the truth that you’re no longer here Your unexpected passing left me broken and destroyed When your cruel unfair departure left an overwhelming void Not a day goes by when I don’t pray to keep you safe from harm Then I pray your spirit finds me to help me calm my inner storm My late departed friend, I don’t think I’ll ever understand Why you, still young and innocent, were taken from this land I know that you would not desire me harbour such dismay So forgive my times of weakness but you are in my heart to stay My life must now continue much in the way it did before Though without you here beside me, for a while I will feel poor Despite these dismal feelings I can recall how rich I’ve been Because the day I found you wandering was when my heart began to beam Please know how much I love you, and I’m glad our paths did cross The short time that we shared will never be a loss And friend I ask please wait for me for one day I’ll return To comfort and protect thee - but for now our hearts must yearn Heaven and earth may hinder until my time is done But with togetherness our future, our souls are destined to be one Michelle Lomax (April 2005) It's amazing how creativity comes out with emotion but writing the poem whilst painful was also cathartic. I guess much of the poem applies to all of us at some point. Hope you enjoy it xx Michelle, Buddy, Minstrel & Angel Bramble
