My Precious Bogus,
Time has slipped away from me and I just realized that this marks 4 yearsto the very date of your crossing over to Rainbow Bridge. Here it is 12:30 am, the turning point that you had 2 paws in this world and 2 in the next world. Darn!!! Here I am crying again!! I still miss you so much. Here’shoping you are frolicking and having a wonderful time chasing Bugsyand all the other cats at the Bridge. I am smiling in spite of the tears at the picture of you still being the “Boss”. You certainly
were when you were here.
So much has happened since 2006, most of it good but some of it very bad. Cloud turned 4 years old, and was at the height of of his strength
and health, until the awful night of March 31st. Thom and I were getting worried about him because he had not shown up in 2 days. Sunday night he went out and called for Cloud again. Cloud came running to him and it was then that we discovered to our horror that Cloud was hurt and scared. He refused to sleep anywhere except with Thom, and purred loudly all night. Neither Cloud or Thom got any sleep, and looking back to that terrible night, I suppose it’s just as well. If Cloud had gone to sleep thatnight, he would have woke up at the Bridge. We got him into the right vet the next morning and the doctors discovered that he had been shot with a .22 short that entered the side of his face,
and shattered his jaw.
The bullet broke into fragments, one piece lodging in his tongue. Thom and I were reeling with shock, especially when we found out that it would cost $250 for the surgery and meds needed to save his life. I rememberasking Dr. Kim what his chances were and what his quality of life would be. Those two answers were what I needed in order to make the informed decision to tell her to go ahead with the surgery. That very night, I went on line and placed Cloud’s name on the Special Needs Prayer list on the Rainbow
Bridge site. As soon as I pressed the Enter button, I felt the prayers of 100,000 or more souls/spirits surrounding Cloud. I have no doubt thatyou were at the head of pack. I know that he could have just as easily been sung on over to the Bridge with the bittersweet Welcoming Song, but it was not his time yet. His job here is not done yet.
When it is, I will know.
He stays much closer to home now, and is never allowed outside at night anymore. Daytime only, and he is always brought in by 6:00 pm in the even evening and required to stay in until
at least 3:30 the next morning.
Good News: Seven’s children are now 3 years old. They are more lovely and smarter than ever. It took Claw a long time to figure out that he really likes us and to settle down, but he has. He is turning into a very affection ate kitty. That cat is going to be a giant when he’s full grown. I’m talking about 30 lbs. He’s certainly a comic and knows how to play “cute kitty”
to the tee when he wants his tuna. And he didn’t think twice about chasing off a 50 lb pit bull that he caught running around in the field.
(Laughing hard)Thom saw that and I wish with all my heart that I had.!
Fire has turned into the fierce outside guard cat. You would be so proud of him. Babygirl is just the most darling female kitty. I love her
so much and the bond I have with her is mighty close to the bond I had with you. It’s that deep and strong. Angus has grown up and turned into
a good guard cat with the training of Claw, Fire, and Cloud. He is also a very laid back and sweet tempered kitty.
I’m glad that Daniel brought him home.
I have seen Babygirl, Cloud and Claw looking up at your memorial picture hanging on the front room wall several times and
I believe strongly
that they are thinking of you. Especially
Babygirl. Sometimes I have seen her start dashing all over the studio suddenly as if she is playing with an invisible cat. I would like to think that you come back and visit with us
sometimes. You were so loved here when you were on this earthly plane, and so loved when you left it.
I lit your candle tonight in your memory, and Babygirl is laying on the table right next to my keyboard as I am typing this to you. Please keep
special watch over her. I love all the kitties, but she is my heart. Just like you were and alway will be.
I love you I love you I love you......
| Renee Hartman |