Duke

June 1995 - May 2008

May 29, 2008

Duke, once my four legged "nephew" came to be my little buddy.  Such a loving little guy.  He is missed and will always be loved.

Robin V,   Florida
 

Stanley

March 1993 - June 2008

July 7, 2008

A unique feline in every way...what a personality!!  He taught me unconditional love...and is terribly missed.

Lisa Moreira,   South Boston, MA

Baby Mehta

April 22, 2009

There is a wonderful trilogy of books called "The Ghatti's Tale" by Gail Greeno about cats and their humans who share a telepathic bond. When a cat dies, the cats honor their fallen comrade with the following prayer.

May you see with eyes of light in everdark,
May your mind walk free and unfettered amongst all, touching wisely and well,
May you go in peace.

In one of the books, a man who loses his bondmate cat offers this prayer in parting but adds "... but wait for me beloved".

I read the first book of this trilogy when Mehta (my very proper black and white tuxedo cat also known as "My Beloved Son in who I am well pleased") was dying from cancer and I was agonizing over what do for him medically and for how long. In the book, the cats establish their telepathic bond by biting the human's thumb and tasting a small amount of their blood.  On Valentine's morning 1994, I was lying in bed thinking of how I would love to share that kind of bond with the animals in my life.  Mehta jumped up on the bed, lay down beside me and when I reached to stroke him, he bit my thumb hard enough to bring blood and then just lay there looking at me.  He'd never bit me before.  He never did it again.  Two weeks later I had to let him go and so took him to the vet to be euthanised.  Several times after his death, I thought I saw him and would start to speak to him or reach out to pet him and then realize he wasn't there.  Once I even felt him "head butt" me like he did when he wanted me to get up and feed him.  I've always thought that Mehta knew what I was thinking that day and this was his way of telling me that we would always be together.

When I decided to order the bracelet, I remembered this sentiment from "The Ghatti's Tale" and knew it was the one I wanted to use to honor not  only Mehta but the other wonderful Felines who have shared my life and gone on before me:

Sheba (14 years) - the Siamese who shared my youth and whom I consider to be my Spiritual Mother Muffy (Mehta's litter mate) (12 years) black and orange tortie

• Pouncequick Warrior Mouser (8 years) gray
• Sergei Poo-Poo Paws (7 years) brown mackerel tabby
• The Goddess Natasha aka She Who Must Be Obeyed (9 years) calico
• Anastasia Queen of the Faery Cats (12 years) blue cream tortie
• Hushpad (12 years) black

Cynthia Parsons,   Clive, IA

Dolly 

1990 - April 2009

July 7, 2009

I am writing to thank you for the beautiful bracelet you made for me to remeber my sweet, beautiful Dolly. I adopted Dolly after her owner was murdered. She had suffered severe abuse; beatings, being shot, and if that wasn't bad enough, she was suffering from malignant breast cancer. With patience, love and a wonderful vet named Steve Williams, she not only survived, she thrived to become the most gentle, loving girl you could imagine. She passed away in April at the age of 19 and I grieve for her daily. 

We had been together 12 years and having her in my life was truly a blessing.The bracelet is beautiful and wearing it allows me to continue to feel close to her in a special way. It's obvious from your letter that you understand the love between a person and their beloved companion and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I'll will treasue this piece of jewelry more than any other I own. Attached is the last photo taken of Dolly.

Geri D., Sikeston, M

Rusty

11/25/2009

November 30, 2009

This is my Rusty – We lost him on 11/25/2009 to Mast Cell Cancer too soon – 5-1/2 years

Rusty was the kindest, most loving dog I have ever known – the absence of him is everywhere.

His bark, his chains clinging, his beautiful face.

I know god is taking care of Rusty now – and I will see him again.

Love and Miss you Rusty, until we meet again….

Your Loving Grandma

Kathleen Melka

Gerty

09/30/1999 - 11/09/2009

February 15, 2010

My beloved Gerty-girl, not a day goes by without thoughts of you. You were my constant ray of sunshine the time we were together. I can\'t wait to see you again and have you jump into my arms. You had the sweetest soul I have ever known. I miss you so much my sweet friend.

Erin

BARNA’S STORY

March 1, 2010

Barna has lived with me and her five cat siblings since May of 2002. I found her, dying, on the sidewalk a couple of blocks from my apartment in Manhattan.  I had seen her every day for about a week, crouching on the curb, looking unwell. I was trying to ignore her because I was reluctant to take on the responsibility of a sick bird. One day, as I was coming home from work, there was a group of children playing baseball near her. As I walked by, I noticed that she was now lying on her chest with one wing extended. I stopped to look and the kids stopped playing too. They were also concerned. I truly thought she was dying, so I said, okay, I’ll go get a cardboard box and take her home. I thought that at least she could die in peace. When I returned with the box, it turned out that she still had enough energy to crawl under a parked car! One of the boys helped me get her into the box.

The next morning she was still alive, so I decided to call my veterinarian to see if she knew of a wildlife rehabilitator in Manhattan. She didn’t, but as she is a holistic vet and used to doing telephone consultations, she wanted to hear the story. She recommended a remedy called Arnica, good for trauma and muscle injuries, as Barna had trouble standing and her chest looked distorted. I then consulted my friend Anthony who owned a pet food store and had raised racing pigeons in his youth. As I knew nothing about pigeons, Anthony educated me as to what to feed her and generally how to handle her. She continued to improve day by day until I realized that I needed a cage, as she would be with us for a while. Until then I had kept her isolated in my bathroom. I built a cage myself with some wooden frames I had and chicken wire from the hardware store. It took two years for her to fully recover. At that point I thought I would release her, but Anthony said that I couldn’t because after two years inside she would have no immune system.

I believe she was quite young when I found her. She was fully grown, but immature. I had named her Barnabas, but after two years she laid an egg! I changed her name to Barna. Though she does spend most of the day in her cage where she has bells and toys to play with, twice a day she flies free around the apartment while I prepare her food. She seems quite content. All the cats accept her though they can be quite aggressive towards outdoor pigeons. They seem to understand that Barna is part of the family.

Samii

9/30/1996 - 01/23/2010

03/04/2010

We were meant to be together, there is just no other way to explain it. We belonged to him and were lucky enought to share his home. Samii was the most wonderful part of our lives. He was/is everything to us, our BEST Friend, our Baby, our World! He was SO, SO, SO smart and taught us SO much. We will never find another like him. Life is so empty now without you Abu-Sam! We miss and love you so much. Our hearts are broken but we are comforted knowing that you are close--one breath away. Love always, Mom & Daddy

Fadi and Laurel Altigar, Layton, UT

Wendy

6/4/1994 - 7/1/2010

7/20/2010

Wendy, my Poodle, gave me all her love for 16 years. God gave her to me as a gift when she was only 6 weeks. We have always been best friends, she was unconditional love, very smart, friendly, and one of a kind. It was just her and me; therefore, when I was down, I just thought of her waiting for me at home ready to give me kisses and to welcome me with all her love and enthusiasm that nobody else would. We were aging graciously, since I got her when I was 40 years old, so now, that I am 56, she had just turned 16, being at the same page. We played, ate together, went to the mall, with friends, and she was very well loved by everybody who knew her. She would walk herself, holding the handle of her leash, she would play bally ball with a balloon, play with her stuffed toys, we also played hide and seek, which was one of her favorite games. She could not see anybody sad, because she would run into comforting that person. We were so bonded that I knew what she needed and when, without her even telling me. We were best pals. Even if I had been aware that she belongs to God, and she would go at some point especially the older she was getting, it has been very hard for me to loose her. She had 3 bad days getting worse, until she was ready to go. I know it was God\'s time to take her on Thursday, July 1st, 2010; therefore, I prayed, showed her my love until the last second of her life, and surrendered her to the Lord. I miss her every second, but I am happy to know that she is in heaven with God, the Angels, and other lovely, pets, and that she is enjoying it up there waiting for me, without pain, nor discomfort. I pray to God to give me the strength I need every day to live without my dear Poodle, Wendy. Wendy, my love, you are in my heart. May God always bless you, and I want to thank you for all those 16 happy and loving years. I have you in my heart! Love always! Mommy,

Anita! Hot Springs, AR

Simon

2005 - 2010

9/1/2010

I got my little, blonde, long-haired chihuahua named Simon when I was in college in 2005.  I never knew I could love something so much.  He was there for me through some of the hardest and best parts of my life.  I was so lucky to have him in my life.  And, as much as I grieve and miss him, I am realizing how grateful I am that I could be his mom for the few years I had him.  Unfortunately, last year, I was visiting my parents and of course Simon was with me.  He was laying on the grass, not 25 yards away from me, when a coyote jumped over the very tall brick wall and grabbed Simon.  He took off with him and although I tried everything I could to chase after them, he was too fast.  I never saw Simon again.  All that's left are the amazing memories I have of him.  My mom told me that I will see him again when he visits me in my dreams.  And indeed, Simon has visited me in my dreams. 

Lindy