Once a homeless stray cat... but with a big heart

This made me cry for real. It’s so difficult to lose someone you love. Be it a human or a pet. I don’t even want to think about the day when my Nisse won’t be around anymore. I might not get to see him often and haven’t for the past 3 years (he still lives with my parents until I have a place where he can live with me and my husband), but at least I can hear him purring and talking on the phone when I call home.

Twinkle seems to have been a very special cat. He’ll always be with you, just look up on the sky at night and he’ll be there. May he always be remembered.

I’m very sorry to hear about your cat. I recently lost my cat, Samantha, who was 14 years old and we were told had kidney failure, so I share your grief. My hope is that Twinkle and Samantha are enjoying beautiful, green pastures, filled with mice, butterflies, and birds for them to play with while they wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge. Teena.

Awww…man, I’m re-reading this…and again brim up with tears. Angela…I’m SO sorry for your loss.
Shortly after our little Meeko died, we inherited our daughter’s wee black Toy Poodle, Taylor…2 years old. Not because I was looking for a dog…it was too soon after losing Meeko, and I likely wouldn’t have chosen a Poodle. But, she was desperate, as she was dowsizing to an appartment, and Taylor was forever barking and annoying other tennants. The other option was to sell/give him to someone else, and that’s what we almost did, as my husband and I both work, and we’re generally gone 8 hours a day. To make a long story short…we ended up taking him, and it all worked out. He grew on us very quickly…looked so much like a little lamb. He was a sweetie…would jump up on the bed, and curl up in the crook of my knees, give out a big sigh, and fall asleep.
He was a joy, I have so many cute stories about him. Unfortunately, the little dog whom we thought would be with us for another 12 years at least, suddenly developed a herniated disk (common apparently in breeds with longer spines), he was in excrutiating pain which caused him to have a seisure and was going downhill rapidly. He lost the use of his hind legs, and would drag himself to his leash, and point at it with his nose, indicating that he wanted to go for a walk. I would walk around the block, holding him in my arms. So, on Easter Monday of this year, at 2 1/2 , Taylor joined Meeko…on the other side. It so breaks my heart still, to recount this story. I weep everytime I read Rainbow Bridge…and my daughter just can’t bring herself to read it at all.

This is my husband’s sister, holding Taylor. Taken last August.

This one is of our Meeko...a year before she died.

Pain never gets easier… Least I’m sure…that in pet heaven…Everybody gets along together just fine… =)

How are YOU dear Teena…did you get another kitty cat, is is that too painful still?

I have Twinkle’s son…I named him Twinkie. He was born 2 months after Twinkle passed away! Splitting image of his father…longer tail though…and have a tinge if orange interspersed with his gray fur…probably from the Mom =) Nobody can replace my Twinkle…he will always have a space in my heart.

Teena, our best to Twinkie and his humans! We have bred our favorite dogs, and always found the offspring to be total individuals, often very unlike their parents. Guess that makes all of our lives more interesting.

Thanks Trudy… You are so right…Though they may share certain traints…they are so muchh different. Twinkie turned 1 year old last June…so playful ans sweet! I got his father when he was between 10-12 (just the vet’s approximation since we really do not know) is so set in his old, lazy but full of character ways!

Twinkie came to ease away the pain in his own special way xxx

Yes indeed Linda…a miracle actually. Its like having a part of Twinkle again!

All I can say about Twinkle and you is “Wow”! What a touching story. It’s amazing how cats are so finicky, and they belong to no one! :o) Training them is nowhere in their destiny. lol I’m glad that he was there, even for a short while. We human are here for a short while, and don’t know, a lot of times, just how we affect others with whom we come in contact; neither do we know the things that others have been through that have wreaked havoc in their lives, and a few kind and encouraging words brings us up out of the pit of depression sometimes for long periods of time. I don’t believe in coincidence, Teena; I believe that if a person confesses that they believe in God, that that person’s steps are ordered by God, which is “Bible”. There is nothing so bad in anyone’s life that, once it’s turned over to God, in faith, that God can help a person to get up and out of that pit and set on the course of his or her destiny. I’m happy for your healed back! That is encouraging to me, more than I can express here. I’ve had many “rough, down times”, and the bed was “it”. Then, I’d be back out there in exercise class, every day for months, whether in aquatic therapy for 30 min. 3 times a week, and eventually got to every day. Then, I got stronger and added a 1/2-mile walk to the 30 min. a day aquatic therapy class, year before last. Mid summer (2010), I was able to get up to 1-mile in 40 minutes; both knees have arthritis, and one needs a replacement; the other was “scoped” (a torn meniscus). So, now, the crippling problems of my back, I must seek God for manifestation of healing, just as He did with Fibromyalgia. That, I must say, was miraculous! Even the way that it happened, you’d probably drop your bottom lip in amazement. :o) One day, I’d like to share my testimony about that healing, if you’d like. In the meantime, I’m “suffering” a little, and I know that cold weather sends me to bed. Haven’t exercised since November. I was in an Arthritis Foundation exercise class 2 times a wk, and another class 3 days a week, that worked to tone the muscles with lots of squats and a “weight”, and every muscle in my body got exercised! :o) Having to take it easy is not in my “agenda”. :o) But, I must get back to compiling the book that I submitted to the U.S.Copyright Office in March 2009 about African American women, and have to finalize the research and my own editing prior to submitting it to a publisher for editing and printing! That’s a BIG JOB! ;o) So, the “sitting and researching” that “gets me”, I have to find a way to stretch and not hurt myself, and get back to work to finish that project. :o) The “sewing” machine has to wait for a little while until this project is finished, and until I’ve seen the neurosurgeon and the physical therapist. Wish me well. OK?