----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2001 9:45
AM
Subject: Re: Missing Ms. Slippers -Thank
you everyone
That's almost identical to what happened to me
last Sunday. Me and my boyfriend were at Taco Bell and this little tan
kitty (about 6 mths to a year) walked out from the bushes, so of course i was
concerned so went over and he just kept running away and hiding. He kept
looking at me but i could not approach him. We left him some rice with cheese,
so hopefully he ate it. I too was very worried and still hope that he will be
ok. It's just so sad to think of all the homeless cats, it just breaks my
heart. I only wish I had somewhere to take them all, other than
a shelter with cages, i would just feel i betrayed them by taking them
there. Maybe someday things will be different, we can only
hope. Lisa
Dear Brenda:
Thanks for being so thoughtful. We
almost adopted another special little cat last week. Gene and I were
sitting in the parking lot at Wendy's late at night (I had to meet another
realtor to pick up a contract). While we were there, this beautiful
ivory colored cat leaped in front of us into some tall
grass.
Gene went into Wendy's and bought a plain
hamburger and brought it out, tore it into little bite-sized chunks and tried
to lightly toss them to her (maybe a him). When I tried to get closer to
her/him, she quickly jumped up and ran away. We were afraid to chase her
because we were in a very high traffic area and we didn't want her to run onto
the highway.
We left the meat just a few feet away
from where we last saw her and hoped she would come out later and find
it. I keep wondering about her. She looked like she was just a
kitten. I am sure some thoughtless person(s) have dumped her on the
highway just to be rid of her.
Her ivory coat was so pretty that I told
Gene we would have named her Ivory if we could have brought
her home. Even though our paths briefly touched, I still call her
Ivory.
Thanks again for
caring.
Chere
Chere
"There Are Angels
Among Us. One Of Them May Be The Little Cat At Your Door.Take It In. Feed It.
Love It. And You Will Know The Purpose Of God."
A Tribute to Ms.
Slippers
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, September 09, 2001 1:44
AM
Subject: Re: Missing Ms. Slippers
-Thank you everyone
Chere.....
You don't ever have to apologize here for
expressing your thoughts and/or grief to this List. We have all been
in the same position in which you find yourself. Each individual
grieves in her/his own way. There is no time limit on grief. We
are here to educate, assist, discuss treatments and ideas and share each
other's times of grief.
Chere, there will come a time when your grief
is not so intense. You will never forget or stop loving Ms. Slippers,
but you will be able to go on and cherish the memories of her without the
intense grief.
I feel that you need to get beyond what
wasn't done for Ms. Slippers. It is NOT your fault that you didn't
receive the proper help to perhaps extend her life. You did everything
possible that you knew to do. You cannot keep grieving 'if
only.' When you are able, please try to see Ms. Slippers illness and
passing as a loving, learning experience. Perhaps she came to you to
show you that even though she couldn't get the proper help to stay here, she
taught you that there is hope and treatment for kitties who have this
dreadful disease.
I can tell from your writings that you are a
deeply loving, caring and compassionate person. I truly hope that you
can one day soon share those wonderful traits with another little needy
kitty. There are so many who need people like you.
I truly believe there are angels among
us. I have many and at least one was my kitty, Suzy Q. Take
comfort in your angel, Ms. Slippers. She was sent here for a specific
purpose. She did what she was supposed to do and then was called for a
more divine purpose. Celebrate her life, not her death.
Take very good care, lovingly....
--
Brenda.....
http://www.whiskersandwicks.com
http://www.cheqnet.net/~bksmith
"The only risk you ever run in befriending a cat is
enriching yourself." - Colette
