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This furry bundle of joy is Peachy, a very special friend of ours who cuddles with her family in the beautiful mountainous state of North Carolina. We are pleased to say that with the loving and proactive assistance of her family, dear Peachy is living proof that there is "hope" in the battle against the sarcoma monster.
Now that that their dear girl has so bravely and successfully battled VAS, dear Peachy's parents are reaching out and empowering other animal lovers with the information that will hopefully prevent them from ever having to share in the heartache associated with this terrible disease.
Please say a special prayer for Peachy and her family in the hope that their family's success in battling VAS act's as a beacon of "hope" to all those animal loving families whose lives have been touched by the sarcoma monster.
Peachy's Mom composed the following furry bio for their dear girl so that we could share with all of our friends just how their hearts and lives came to be united as well as well as share in the joy of their success in their brave battle with VAS.

"Peachy is an orange Persian with matching eyes. She is Panamanian by birth and was a gift to my daughter, now a senior Vet student at NC State University, when Alexis was ten years old.
Peachy turns 15 in July 2002. A little over two years ago I felt a lump on her right shoulder. It turned out to be malignant and she was diagnosed with VAS. After her first surgery at a private Veterinary Clinic, she was referred to the school of veterinary medicine at NC State for further treatment, which included another surgery with follow-up chemotherapy and radiation treatments. Her care at the Vet School was superb.
I am happy to say that Peachy is thriving and is a very spry chick these days! Needless to say, no more vaccinations for Peachy!"

This black regal furry friend of ours is Monkey, who after successfully beating the sarcoma monster passed across the Rainbow Bridge after bravely battling hypertrophic cardiomyopathy . Dear Monkey was so very blessed to have a loving family that not only rescued him from their local animal shelter but also filled the following 12 cuddle years with much "quality" and "comfort" of life.
Monkey's Mom kindly offered to share the following heartfelt composition with us, in loving memory and tribute to this special Angel boy who will forever hold such a warm and special place in their family's hearts.

"Sweet little Monkey. What to say about this boy? Very unusual cat, from the very start. In 1989 I had a mouse problem so I went to my local animal rescue league to get a big huge adult mouser cat. I went directly to the adult cat room was looking around for a big tough football playing mouser cat, when from over my shoulder I heard a voice "Come with me, I have your cat". It was almost as if someone had made an appointment unknown to me. I followed this very strange man (sticks in his hair, strange eyes, very much like someone straight out of a horror movie) into the kittens room where in a cage over to the side was the most beautiful big black cat I had ever laid eyes on!!! He was a special needs cat with a neurological disorder and was one day away from being put down. He did not even so much as look at me but it was love on my part completely at first sight!! Well I turned around and the man was gone!!! I asked the attendant where did that strange man go, he said "who? I didn't see anyone" ..????
Well I took Monkey home and was totally amazed with this guy, but in petting him I noticed a very small lump in his scruff no larger then half the size of a pea!!
I called the animal league took him in and they gave him surgery that day. He ended up staying 2 days in the hospital to remove his sarcoma. He almost died because of the gas they used to put him under and I was informed to not put him under for anything but an absolute emergency. His sarcoma was very tiny when I found it so he successfully recovered and lived with me for 12 years until, on February 23rd 2002, he passed away from hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, on my bed peacefully after going 33 days in heart failure with a temp of 98.6, very low for a cat,, but an interesting temp for a cat that was so much like a person, it was not even funny!!
He could say my name!!! I kid you not. I had a girl nearly run out of my photo studio where Monkey lived at the time because she was so freaked out and thought I was a witch!!!! so funny. He was a big black Halloween cat on the outside, but a sweet gentle resolved soul on the inside. He never displayed any hissing, scratching or biting in all the time I had him with me.
Monkey loved people and people loved him back. He loved ravels "bolero" which he would take great delight in when I would pet him for the entire length of the song and he loved the theme song from the Andy Griffith show, which would send him to the moon howling and going crazy like he was on hyper-catnip!!!
Which brings me to this next part which I know some people will not believe but none the less, I experienced with my boyfriend one week after we buried Monkey.
It was Sunday night and we had just watched the Andy Griffith show. I had been in a horrible depression for days and that night was especially bad for me. About 20 minutes after the show ended, I heard something at the foot of my bed that sounded like breathing, just like Monkey. I did not say a word. My boyfriend turned to me and said "do you hear that", his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I said yes. And we said no more. It stopped in about 30 seconds or so. Interesting, the cat I always called "a gift" seems to be a gift that keeps on giving.
When I buried Monkey I put tokens of love with him to carry him over Rainbow Bridge and I wrote him a letter to tell him I would see him again. He just wanted me to know, I would :)
I am lucky to have had him, he was and is, an incredible being.
Until I hold him in my arms once more
In my heart, he will always stay."

This handsome fur boy is Charlie, a special friend of our family who has made that heartfelt journey across the Rainbow Bridge after an apparent post vaccination reaction.
While Charlie had numerous other furry siblings, he truly held, and will always hold the most special place within his Mother's heart.
Charlie's Mom composed the following furry biography in loving tribute to her dear Angel boy so that we could share with others how their family's hearts and lives came to be united.

"This is Charlie! He was a stray living in our woods when we built our home. We called him our orange kitty for two years until he decided we could be trusted and he let us pet him. He lived inside (he wouldn't go back out!) for only six months until one day after his shots he got sick and crossed over. I miss picking him up and kissing his big face all over. What a wonderful big baby. We miss him terribly! I feel so blessed to have had him in my life. I miss you Charlie, hugs and kisses buddy! Love MOM"

We just couldn't resist sharing these "now" and "then" pictures of a very special friend of our family with you. The photo on the left was taken when dear Momo was just a four month old little fur bundle of joy. As you can see from the other picture which was taken twelve years later, Momo has grown up to be a beautiful Empress fur lady. Dear Momo and her Mom cuddle together in Tampa Florida, which is just across the bay from Kremer's Ark.
With the loving assistance of her family, dear Momo is bravely battling the sarcoma monster. Please light your special prayer candles in the hope that dear Momo truly becomes one of the miracle kitty's who is able to defeat the sarcoma monster and that she and her Mom are blessed with many more cuddle filled years together.
We are honored to be able to share the following furry composition with you, in loving expression of how Momo and her human and furry family came to be united in heart and home.

"Momo is 12 years old, she was born around the March 8 or 9, 1990. I moved here a year before that and was out shopping when I noticed a pet store on the other side of the parking lot. My parents (they live overseas) had 5 cats at the time and they are family. So I thought I'd check the store for some nice toys to send them, especially little fabric mice filled with catnip (they all love those...) As I checked the store I noticed two little kittens, Himalayans, in a cage. I stopped and played with them for a moment. I felt sad, I don't believe pet stores should sell animals. There are too many unwanted animals in shelters and puppy mills that produce "cheap" puppies (and kittens) are often absolutely horrible places. So I was ready to leave and then heard this little "meow" coming from a few feet behind me....There in another big cage was a single little calico kitten sticking her paw out towards me. So I stopped to pet her too for a moment. By this time one of the staff had come over and asked "would you like to hold her?" I said "No, I'm ready to leave..." when she opened the cage and put the kitten in my hands. Momo purred and squinted her beautiful eyes and I thought she was adorable. The salesperson started talking and I explained I really was not interested. I guess she decided that I was and proceeded to tell me that this kitten actually was almost sold....a family wanted her and they said they'd be back. But....I wondered how serious these people were if they did not get back for a few days. Anyway, to make a long story short - the kitten never went back in the cage and (against everything I believe in...) I got her and $200 worth of toys, food, dishes, litterbox after the salesperson called the "interested family" to ask if they still wanted the kitten because she was not going to hold her. So the kitten, she looked like a little ragdoll, went home with me. She was about 9 1/2 weeks old at the time. I named her Momo, after the main character in a German children's book "Momo" by Michael Ende (the author of "The Never-ending Story"). The Momo in the book is a orphaned little girl that lived in the ruins of an amphitheatre in Italy, she dressed in discarded old clothing and had a very vivid imagination and looked like a ragdoll with her wild combination of old clothes.

Momo was a very affectionate but crazy kitten. By the time she was a year old, we added another cat to the family. Initially my little princess did not approve but eventually she made peace with Murphy, the new guy. Momo has always been the "boss". She is a typical calico, very skittish with strangers, opinionated but loves mom. Momo developed VAS after one of her vaccinations, probably the last vaccine given in October 2001. She had surgery March 1, 2002. She recovered well, physically faster than emotionally.

Momo loves to sleep on my stomach, some nights she will nudge me until I turn on my back. She loves to have her neck and ears scratched, she actually even likes to have her ears checked and cleaned...I never understood that, she is the only cat I know that lets me clean her ears willingly. Unfortunately Momo is less than cooperative if anyone but mom tries to handle her...that makes vet visits quite difficult. Her favorite toys are catnip filled mice and "doggy faces" and it's always fun for her to chase feathers tied to a string...She tolerates her fellow cats and, after teaching them some manners, tolerates both greyhounds as well."