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These are innocent animals, whose original human companions did not take responsibility
for them.
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In
memory of Maya
Maya, my dear old
Maya. The cancer got you in the end but you fought it bravely and
we were all behind you, loving you as only a cat can and should be
loved. A cat that was abandoned in her senior years with cancer already
showing on the nose and despite all efforts to stop its progress it
won in the end. I couldn’t stop the cancer but I could love
you, make you feel comfortable, you had all your favourite foods,
the soft blankets Susie knitted for you. You had so many friends that
always spent time with you, special time because you were so special.
When I realised you had had enough, the food wasn’t tasty any
longer, you didn’t enjoy the sun I gave you the final gift I
can give but Maya that gift broke my heart. I failed to find you a
home of your own but I hope you knew how much we all loved and cared
for you till the very last moment when you passed over in my arms.
RIP Maya.
Your sponsor Liz, your friends Susie, Tania, Helen, Alison, Anne and
your mum Ingrid, forever in our hearts.
In
memory of Tilly
My dear old Tilly
passed away, it happened so quickly but her friends Tania and Alison
had time to say good bye to her, remembering the nips she gave us
all so freely. Her veterinarian Carolyn who rescued Tilly from a life
in the streets as a tiny kitten tried everything to save her but to
no avail and I sat up with her during her last night checking her
drip and giving her injections to help with her breathing. Tilly had
a home for a brief period when young but unfortunately Miss McKenzie
passed away from cancer and I had promised her to take Tilly in if
Tilly needed somewhere to go. What I remember most vividly is when
I went to the hospital to see Miss McKenzie to tell her Tilly was
now with me and I had brought some of Tilly’s fur with me for
Miss McKenzie to hold and the old lady sat in her hospital bed and
whispered ‘Tilly’ with tears in her eyes. Miss McKenzie
died two days later, Tilly never found another home of her own but
she was loved and she will have her final rest on my mantel piece.
I am sorry Tilly, you should have had your very own human again but
it wasn’t to be.
Your mum Ingrid, your sponsor Sue and your friends Tania, Alison,
Mel & Lisa, Pucka we all loved you.
RIP, Tilly and I sincerely hope you are reunited with your first mum,
Miss McKenzie, again.
In
memory of Johnny
Johnny, my big, big beautiful
Johnny Boy. You were yet another one I never could help to a decent
life but I do hope your life with me was far better from the one you
lead before being picked up by the rangers. When I found out you had
aids I already knew no one would take you on but you having the illness
was only more reason to love and care for you. You loved your fresh
mince, you were always ready for a cuddle and you were so much a cat
and above all you were a tabby and it showed through. No one, not
even the veterinarian, could tell you had aids. Your coat was shiny,
you had a big wonderful body made for cuddles and you used to gaze
into my eyes as if saying to me ‘come on, pick me up’
and you purred with your deep rumbling purr. So when I came home from
work and you were gone I could not believe it, your body was still
warm and my first thought was why you couldn’t have waited for
me, for me to tell you again how much I adored you. Nine years you
gave me, your death was swift and all I can hope for now is that we
will meet up again one day.
RIP Johnny Boy,
you are forever in my heart.
Your mum and your
sponsor Glen (Japan)
In
memory of Toulous
Toulouse, you came to me three years ago, very old, very sick with
kidney failure and cancer. Your face was black from mites and the
veterinarian who checked you out said you would have only a few months
to live. The cancer was untreatable, your kidneys almost gone and
with that sentence I said to her it was more the reason to make those
months as good as I possible could for you. Yours months turned into
years with medication but I believe it was the love and care you got
from my two cats Zoffoff and Stina that really pulled you through.
The two girls cleaned you, they slept on either side of you to keep
you warm and the mornings I had a sleep in we all had breakfast in
my bed together. So it was to be the last morning as well but you
didn’t quite make it, you came running into my bedroom dragging
your hind legs behind you, determined to be there. I picked you up
and we had one last breakfast though neither of us ate anything. You
had suffered a blood clot and the damage was irreversible and you
died in my arms a few hours later. Toulouse, you are gone but your
spirit and your gentle, wonderful personality will always be with
me and you had so many followers, sending me e-mails to ask how you
were, they all knew and admired you but your greatest fan was I and
I will miss and love you forever. RIP, Toulouse, thank you for making
my life richer and for showing me once again not to give up even when
the odds are against me.
Your forever mum and your sponsor Larissa.
In memory of Sabrina
Sabrina, you were only young when you came to me with your
mum Lucky. You were so scared and looked at me with huge eyes, not
knowing what was happening having been thrown out of your home. You
never quite trusted people but both your sponsor Rebecca and I thought
you were one beautiful cat, Rebecca wanting to support you because
you reminded her of a cat she once loved, Nim, and I loved you because
you needed so badly to be taken care of. But the cancer took hold
and after several months it became unbearable for you and I had to
make the decision to show you how much I loved you, to give you that
last gift however hard it is to do but you were the one important,
not my feelings and I could not let you suffer. Sabrina, you had two
people who loved you, so many thousands of cats have no one and you
will forever live on in our hearts.Your sponsor Rebecca and
your mum Ingrid. RIP
In
memory of Glennis
Glennis, you came to me sick, starved
and with only one eye. Even the veterinarian who speyed you said you
had had a hard life so what could I do but love you and look after you.
It took so long for you to trust me but you learnt your name and when
I called you at meal times you came running for your meat and you did
let me pat you, sometimes even pick you up for a cuddle. You never found
that forever home of your own but I was your forever mum. I knew what
was coming these last few months but my grief at finding you asleep
in your bed never to wake up again still affected me so badly. For nine
years you had a warm bed, plenty to eat and I can only guess at how
old you really were and above all I loved you so much.
RIP, Glennis, I will always miss you.
In
memory of Tiddles
Tiddles, you didn’t stay long with me but you
made an imprint on my heart I will always carry with me. You were so
underweight, you were so sick but a happier little purrer will be hard
to find. We both admired the beautiful cat in the mirror and you used
to touch that cat, I wonder what you were thinking when you did so.
I hope you are with your owner again and tell her how much everyone
who met you loved and admired your spirit.
I
certainly did and I miss you so, Tiddles. RIP.
In
memory of Larry Holmes
Larry Holmes was middle-aged when he arrived years ago and with TLC
became a mellow senior gentleman. He never had a chance at getting a
home, having to compete with younger fitter cats. He had also some trauma
to his back at some stage in his life and couldn't be picked up by a
stranger. Larry Holmes and I though, came to an understanding on how
to do this but he prefered to sit next to me with his tongue sticking
out.
He was a lovely guy and he changed so much over the years. He arrived
spitting and hissing and kept this up for a long time until he became
a purry fellow.
The Haven misses you, Larry Holmes.
Many thanks to Caryn and her cats Chelli and Nushka, from Bentleigh,
who were Larry Holmes' sponsors.
In memory of Big Billy
Billy, you are no longer with me, the
cancer finally got you. But just as when I first picked you up out of
the trap eigth years ago and you purred, you also purred in my arms
this final time when the pain had become too great for your wasted body.
I loved you then and I kept on loving you and will always do, my only
deep, deep regret I never found you a home. I am so sorry, Billy, my
Big beautiful Billy. Rest in peace. My thoughts will always be with
you.
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