This handsome Emperor Angel boy is Amos,
a dear friend of our family who after a brave battle with VAS has made that
heartfelt journey across the Rainbow Bridge. While our family shares
in the heartache that Amos' family must be
experiencing in having had to say "until" to their dear fur boy,
we truly take comfort in looking forward to that glorious day in the future
in which they and we will once again be reunited with our beloved Angel
children in the land of love and comfort.
Amos' family composed the following heartfelt
tribute to their dear Angel boy, in loving memory of how their hearts and
lives came to be united as well as to share some of the most special furry
moments that they were blessed to share together.
"Amos
was an orange tabby cat who a family abandoned one Sunday in 1989. This
family drove up in front of my house, I saw the car door open and close and
the car drive away. That cold September evening there was a little orange
kitten who was scared, cold and hungry sitting on my porch. I fed him
blackforest ham lunch meat because I didn’t have anything else in the
house. I adopted Amos
that day, September 17, 1989 and he was my best companion for over 13 years.
He always loved blackforest ham from that day forward. Amos
showed so much vitality and had a unique and wonderful personality. He loved
to play, fight, mooch for people food and snuggle up. Amos greeted me at the
door every day when I came home from work. Every time my boyfriend would
come over he would run out and greet him and then go hide around the corner
just waiting for Chris to come and play rough with him. He loved play
fighting and chasing the laser toy with Chris! Amos
also had a brother cat Clyde who is still here with us. He and Clyde used to
sleep together and chase each other around the house play fighting. Amos
was a very special, lovable, warm companion.
This
September, shortly after Amos
turned thirteen I discovered a lump on his back between his shoulders. I
took him to the vet and they suspected that it was Vaccine Associated Feline
Sarcoma. We took him to the specialist who recommended radical surgery. Amos
had radical surgery and the pathology report came back noting that Amos
had VAS. Unfortunately he would not eat or drink at the vet after his
surgery. We brought him home on the Friday and had to rush him back to the
vet on the Saturday as he was having great difficulty breathing. Amos
was going into congestive heart failure (and the heart failure more than
likely started at the vet before we brought him home). They were able to
keep him alive for another week. He still would not eat or drink. After 6
days his heart failure was worse. The night before he died Amos
cried and looked at me as if to say, “I can’t take this anymore”. He
hadn’t cried once through the whole ordeal. On the Friday his heart
failure was so bad that 9 days after his surgery we had to put Amos
to sleep. We were told by the vet that he wasn’t going to get better and
that he was suffering. On December 6, 2002 Amos
passed over the Rainbow Bridge.
He
are some of our favorite happy memories of Amos.
The following is an excerpt of something I wrote for Amos."
"You
gave me love each and every day from the day that you found me.
You
would snuggle me, and curl up under my arm at night.
You
were so smart the way you would wash your feet in the toilet,
the way you would break into the food bag, the way you would knock over the
garbage can to get an extra turkey treat, the way you would knock the
plastic muffin container off of the counter so that it would open and you
could take a bite out of each and every muffin.
Remember when you bit through the bag of buns and took at bite out of each
and every bun?
Remember
when you used to eat barbeque chips like they were your favorite?
As
I write these memories of you Amos
I feel just as much pain today as I did on that Friday. I don’t want you
to be gone. It gives me some peace knowing that you’re in heaven. I know
you’re there with our childhood cat Mr. Ziggy and that he is taking good
care of you and playing with you like when you were a little kitten.
Always
know that I have always loved you my little friend. I will always love you
and will always be thankful for all of the love and happiness you gave me
throughout your life. You shared and supported me through all of the sad
times and all of the happy times. You always made life worth living. You
always gave me love and affection. You always adored me and I adored you!
You
were the best little buddy that anyone could ever have. You were my baby and
I will always love you!"
This furry handsome posing boy is Pierre,
a very special friend of ours who with the loving assistance of his family
is bravely and successfully facing a difficult battle in this part of his
nine lives journey.
Coleen and I truly take great comfort in knowing that dear Pierre
and his family have now been blessed with the greatest blessing of all, that
of the prognosis of a future filled with many more cuddle filled years
together.
Pierre's family composed the following furry
bio for their beloved fur boy so that we could share with all of our friends
the unconditional loving relationship that has forever blossomed since their
lives paths crossed over thirteen years ago.
"I was driving past an Animal Shelter one
day and decided to stop and go in. I had recently lost two long time
companions and thought it was time for a new addition to my family. I took a look around and came upon a cage that had many
kittens of all colors in it. I
was looking for an all black cat or kitten and didn’t see one. All of a
sudden, as if he heard me, a black kitten came stumbling to the front of the
cage to see what all the commotion was about.
It was love at first sight. In
no time we were on our way home.
On the drive home he sat in the front seat and stared at the sky
through the sunroof. I named
him Pierre, Mon Ami, Handsome and Fatty.
Mostly we call him Pierre and Mona
(short for Mon Ami or my friend in French). That was 13 years ago and everyday has been a joy with him in
my life. He is like no other
feline I have met. He was never
a hunter, like his sister – Isabel, and he was never aloof like most cats.
He’s subdued and relaxed and likes to greet everyone he sees by sitting in
their lap and drooling on them. Everyone
that meets him falls in love much like myself.
Recently Pierre was diagnosed with a nerve sheath tumor.
He had a radical operation that removed the tumor together with the
margins of the tumor, which were tested for cancer cells. The results came
back negative and he is considered cured.
My family and myself were so happy and still are to have him in our
lives. Not a day goes by that
we don’t tell him know how much we love him and want him to stay with us."
This Regal Angel lady is Yo Yo,
a furry friend of our family who after a valiant battle with the sarcoma
monster made that heartfelt journey to the land of love and comfort.
While our family will forever regret the fact that we've been united with so
many animal lovers as a result of this terrible disease, we truly consider
ourselves very blessed in being able to share in the special friendships that
our dear fur children have inspired. Yo
Yo's family composed the following heartfelt tribute, in loving memory
of their beloved Angel girl.
"Yo Yo was a gift from a
Siamese Breeder friend. I saw her the first time when she was a small kitten
sitting on the porch, with huge ears and brilliant dark blue eyes gazing in my
direction. Before I knew it she was on my lap, purring and kneading. The breeder
said.. she has chosen you.. take her home .. as a gift from us.
That was the beginning of a journey for me and Yo Yo
that would last 15 years, filled with love, and also with many physical
challenges for her. In that time frame she lost a litter, became blind,
developed major intestinal problems, was spayed, and developed VAS. However..
She taught me about courage and the ability to love unconditionally. She was
totally loving and accepting of new cats into our household. She loved little
pieces of rolled up paper better than any "real toy," was a retriever
and used to groom my hair every morning. She was more of a mother to me.. than I
was to her I do think. She was a gift of the greatest magnitude.
She was the most loving cat I have ever had the privilege to share my heart and
home with."
This handsome furry friend of our family is Twilight,
who after valiantly battling the sarcoma monster back in 1996 made that
heartfelt journey across the Rainbow Bridge. Our family truly looks
forward to the glorious day in the hopefully not so distant future when this
dreaded cancer is defeated. Then, all those families whose lives have unfortunately
been touched by the sarcoma monster can unite in celebration of a joyous
victory rather than in heartache.
Twilight's family composed the following furry
tribute to their beloved Angel child so that we could share a little furry
glimpse of how their hearts and lives came to be one.
"Twilight was adopted from an animal shelter
when he was just a kitten. The folks at the animal shelter said he was a girl,
but when I brought him back for shots they said you have a boy cat. I
kept him anyway of course. Twilight loved
to "kick back" off the walls as he fetched a toy that was thrown to
him. Dear Twilight was know as the gentle
"boss cat" in his furry home for when he stood his stance, his
siblings knew just who was king of their furry domain.
Hopefully he is having a grand-time beyond the Rainbow Bridge."
