Feline Memorials  

Maggie May was a very beautiful brown tabby with white Maine Coon. We bought her from an excellent Maine Coon cattery and for14 years she was a strong healthy girl. She never got sick unless she got too close to chemicals when the windows were open. She spent all her time indoors except for Vet trips in the car, She went in or a dental aound her 14th birthday, had one tooth removed and seemed fine. A few months later she came down with lymphoma. We are still baffled, she had tested neg for Felv and Fiv. She had Chemo treatments an went into remission, but it hid in her bones and came back like gang busters a few months later. We got nealy 3 months of quality time with her thanks to Chemo, but we still don't understand how such a healthy, strong girl like Maggie could have left us so fast. She was only 14 1/2 years old. We miss her terribly and still wonder if that dental had something to do with this. The Vet who did her dental, her cat came down with lymphoma the same week as Maggie. Could there have been a connection?

My beautiful Shasta, a 13 year old ruddy Abyssinian, went over the bridge this evening. He was diagnosed with lymphoma earlier this year. He was a very brave boy, but he let me know this morning that it was time for him to go. His two favorite past times were chasing after flying birdie feathers on a string and keeping his mommy's lap warm as often as possible. Now he's galloping through fields of catnip with my sweet Jonathan and little Punkin.

My dear sweet boy .. you came into my life at a hard time for me, and you left so unexpectedly. You have a piece of my heart. I love you so much and will cherish the times we had together. You are a gift from God and I will always be thankful for our time together ... though it was only 2 years. Love your Mom...forever. XOXO I eagerly look forward to the day we are together again.

Dear Jake - Its been over a year since we said "goodbye" last Nov 29, 2007. Since then I have taken in 2 more lost souls. I still miss you. Love Mommy

Fearless, our 26 pound Maine Coon, lost his battle with lymphoma of the stomach lining yesterday afternoon. In less than 8 weeks, the monstrous disease had robbed him of his formerly strong and majestic looking body with all of his incredibly wild lynx-like beauty. We were holding him as our vet helped him to leave behind what remained of his poor cancer-ravaged body. Despite his suffering, he managed to leave this life with as much courage and dignity as he had lived it all of his ten and a half years.

The painful hole in our lives seems so immutable, now. We miss him in every aspect of our daily routine. This morning Brian missed the comfort of his big furry presence, faithfully serving as the world's best purring companion and armrest while reading the paper. And this afternoon, I could hardly get through the simple task of unloading and putting away my groceries because he was not there, as always, up on the counter, so inexplicably excited to see what all I had brought home. At night, our bed is much less inviting without him being there ahead of us, making sure that the bed is warm and the blanket is covered with just the right amount of cat hair.

Whether stretched out on the coffee table or perched on the back of the sofa, he always surveyed his domain with supreme intelligence and confidence, was devoted to his family, never fearing anyone or anything; he was Fearless.