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Author: Jeff’s Dad
I must say – Jeff was a Very Special Cat.
He was more like a dog than a cat. He would sit up and give me his paw. He was always waiting at the door when I came home from work.
He slept with me every nite and would Not go to bed until I did.
Jeff was a real lap cat. Whenever I sat down, he was there on my lap and we both loved it.
He was a wonderful companion and my good friend.
Jeff died in 2005 at the age of 16 years. I still miss My Special Boy.
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Author: Boykin’s Mom
Boykin’s passing on Friday, August 2, 2013, marks a 19 year lifespan for “My Wonderful Boykin Boy” Maine Coon Cat.
Maine Coon cats have wonderful
temperaments and Boykin was never ill during his entire 19 years of life.
Boykin shared my office chair with me and it is not the same without him.
He was the Alpha male of my cat family and the other four (4) are now quite lost without him.
Bonnie Sue, Boykin’s sister, passed three (3) years ago.
Boykin is now reunited with his sister, Bonnie Sue and My Mom in “Heaven’s Paradise”.
It is with time that my heart will heal knowing that one day we will all be together again.
Until we meet again, Good Night for now, “My Sweet Boykin”.
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“My Wonderful Boykin Boy”
1994 – 2013~
Author: Copper’s Mom
I was fortunate and happy to have been able to purchase Copper, a beautiful Quarter Horse at an auction. He turned out to be a really outstanding horse and friend.
Much time was spent grooming and brushing Copper, as he loved it and I enjoyed doing it so much. He was easy and smooth to ride and “smarter than some people”.
Copper was trained as a Cutter Horse and we participated in the local annual rodeos on the Gulf Coast of Mississippi. We worked in the arena pinning the calves after the roping events. Copper was an Excellent Cutter Horse which came natural to him. He did all the work. All I had to do was stay on him…
Copper and I had 12 fabulous years together, riding , working and just having a lot of fun together. He died some years ago, but I still sadly miss him a lot.
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“Copper”
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“Copper and His Owner Lynn”
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Author: Bella’s Mom
When I decided to Never get another dog – Bella came into my life! She belonged to a good friend that was having a health challenge. She came to live with me for six months.
That was about a year and half ago and Bella is My dog now! She is an easy-going girl. We are lucky to have each other…
Bella loves her toys and plays with them everyday by herself. She does tend to love the ones with the loudest squeak. When I am on the telephone, she brings out the one with the loudest squeak, of course, and plays with it at my feet.
We go for daily walks in the park and she so loves to go swimming in the lake.
She makes me laugh and she is my loving and loyal companion.
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Bella Loves To Swim In The Lake
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Bella Playing With One Of Her Favorite Toys
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Bella Holding On To Another One Of Her Favorite Toys
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Bella, My Loyal And Loving Companion
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Author: Alexander
I was the” Apple of Her Eye”, and I knew it! She came to me in my time of need and took me home to live with her. We were good together
from the very beginning. The very first thing I did when I walked into her house, was to go straight to her bed, jump up on it, turned my head to look at her and said , “I want to sleep here too!” She spoke to me softly and stroked my head gently, and I knew her answer was-OK… We became bed partners through thick and thin.
Being the friendly cat I was, I greeted her friends with enthusiasm and some I would sit in their lap. I did have my favorites though…
I was a really good boy, even if I say so myself, and never clawed the furniture, which she was grateful for. On occasions, I would need to dull my claws a bit, so I picked an older rug which was ok with her. This was very rare, of course !
Riding around on her shoulder was a favorite for me. Relaxing in her lap was another and going to sleep at night with my head resting in her hand topped them all…
We had five wonderful years together and she knows I am waiting for her at Rainbow Bridge where we will cross over together.
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“I Was The Apple Of Her Eye”
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“Playing With A Toy That Looks Like Me”
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“I Loved Relaxing On My Mom’s Bed”
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‘The Golden Boy”
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Author: Fluffy’s Mom
Fluffy was born in our backyard. He was the son of Cookie, our cat that adopted us.
He was so fluffy that we thought he was a girl for the first month or more.
Such a “Talker” he was. I miss his “Hello” when coming home. He was my Cuddle-Buddy, especially at night. In the morning, if I did not get up after the alarm rang, he would gently pat my cheek. I miss the comfort of cuddling with him.
Fluffy gave me much Love and Joy during the fourteen years (14) of his live . Such a Tender Spirit He Was.
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“Cuddle-Buddy Fluffy”
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Cookie
~Author: Cookie’s Mom
Cookie found me by showing up on my porch back in 1997, and would not take no for an answer. She appeared to be a bit overweight. It wasn’t very long before we found out she was overweight for a good reason! We found her beautiful litter of kittens in the backyard.
Cookie had the loudest and strangest purr ever heard. It sounded like a cross between a pigeon, a mourning dove
and a freight train at 4x the volume.
She loved to be petted and would relax so much that sometime she would start to drool.
Cookie was such a sweet and loving girl. When friends would come to visit, she always seemed to find a way to slip into their lap.
Cookie was truly “One Of A Kind”
I was fortunate to have shared 15 years with “My Sweet Cookie”.
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“Beautiful Cookie”
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“My Sweet Cookie”
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Author: Hopi’s Mom
We adopted Hopi, from a friend, when she was four years old. We bonded together very quickly.
She had no problem with our cats except when she would try to herd them.
Being a Border Collie, she liked her family rounded up. The cats, of course, were not acceptable to being herded!
She loved to play ball and would jump high in the air to catch it.
She was a great companion and friend.
Hopi lived to be fourteen (14) years old. She rewarded us with many wonderful memories of happiness together…
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“Beautiful, Sweet, Hopi”
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Rainbow Bridge Photo Credit Wikipedia
Just This Side Of Heaven Is A Place Called
The Rainbow Bridge
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to the Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing. They miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent, His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
“You have been spotted”, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Author Unknown…
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Author: Rowan’s Mom
Rowan found us 10 years ago. She was our most damaged cat emotionally, and was a mess. Her fur was as stiff as a porcupine and whenever you said anything that sounded remotely cross, she would vomit. Her nerves were shattered and she was very much in need of a quiet , loving, home. With our love and care, her fur softened up and she became healthier, slowing trusting us.
She is the champion of the household now. She is a fierce girl and no one messes with her, and better not with any of us. Everyone says she is so sweet, but I think
the racoon she pinned on the deck would have a different story to tell!
Rowan is very social and will comfort anyone in pain. She knows my return time from work and waits on the deck for me until I come home. She sleeps on top of my head and wakes me up a couple of times a night for a hug by tapping me with her paw until I wake up.
My husband has taught her to lay on her back when she wants soft food. When she first learned this, we would find her in the hallway on her back waiting for her soft food. Now, when she hears the can open, she picks out a spot where she wants to eat and we follow her or find her. She loves to change places constantly…
She is our nature girl and likes to go out on the deck in all kinds of weather. Being alone outside is not safe for her because we have coyotes here, so I take her out on a leash in the garden every day, as she loves that. It is our dream to have a safe fenced in yard for her some day. We adore her with all our heart…
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“Adorable Rowan Relaxing In One Of Her Favorite Places”
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“Rowan Playing In The Snow”
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“Beautiful , Sweet, Rowan”
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“Rowan Searching For Something In The Snow”
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“Rowan Has Claimed Priority On This Relaxing Spot”
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Beloved~ 
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