Requiescat in pace et in amore, Stumps

[Megg]

I am sorry for your loss. I hope your kitty did not suffer, and I am so sorry that you must. RIP, Stumps. You brought joy into your human-mommy's life, if even for a little while.

[Salted Grump]

I'm going to add the 'Old Witch', my old Black cat that I got when I was four. She only had one working eye (straw in a windstorm scratched her right eye to hell), a kink in her tail where the door closed on it when she was around a year old, and she loved everyone equally. (Bone cancer; 2005)

I'm also going to add Martha and the Maggots. Martha was a smoke-grey cat, and her four siblings were all bone white. My dad had a strange sense of humour when he named them that. Martha stayed with us, the maggots moved out to relatives. (Martha disappeared in 1994, she was nearly 20)

I'm also going to add my last three cats, Cleo (black tortiseshell, disappeared in 2001), Martha the second (also smoke-grey, killed by a Fisher in 2004), and Bast (brown tortiseshell, aortic dissection in 2007)

Oh, and my Dad's two cats, Schlingel and Butch. Schlingel looked like a panther, had the morals of an alleycat, and was best-known for driving dad nuts in entertaining ways... at least in retrospect.

One story; Dad once had to cut holes in the top of his amplifier to keep it cool; the cats would lie on top of the holes for extra warm air. So, one weekend, dad was listening to his LP of The Dark Side of the Moon, schlingel was on top of the amp, and in dad's own words; 'Just as the chorus began, that damn cat got up, stretched, and peed right into the amp. Quite entertaining to have good music be replaced by a loud zap, pop, and static at high volume.'

Butch was just the local cinderblock in feline form; he was known to have stared down a charging ram, and, on several occasions, hunted rats that would have likely eaten smaller cats. He also looked like a miniature sabretooth tiger; his incisors protruded half an inch from his mouth, and he was a dark striped orange.

Between those ten, over my entire life, and most of the time my family's owned my home (nearly 35 years), we've been overrun by chaos, meows, and loveable purring.

I figure Stumps would fit right in with them, and enjoy romping around, chasing mice, and play-wrestling in kitty heaven.

[Bella_Vixen]

*many hugs*

[42_42_42]

Oh, poor kitty! He looked like a very good snuggler. RIP Stumps.

[Sonoma]

I'm so sorry. RIP, Stumps.

[Sapphire Silk]

Again, thank you everyone for the support. It really is helping.

Stumps is going to have a lot of good company.

I had a dream last night: I dreamed of my Dad holding Stumps surrounded by all these other cats (most I didn't know, but I recognized a couple of my former cats).

Dad wasn't a cat person, funny thing.

[blas]

I am so sorry this happened to you.

I'm sure my beloved FatCat (1995-2010) has a plate of spaghetti she'd love to share with him in Pet Heaven.

[Gumby30]

I'm so sorry to hear this <hugs>

[Sonoma]

I had a dream last night: I dreamed of my Dad holding Stumps surrounded by all these other cats (most I didn't know, but I recognized a couple of my former cats).

If you saw a flame-point Siamese, that could have been my Alex. I know he's been back to visit me on occasion....and he's welcome anytime. My Casey wouldn't drink out of the bathroom faucet until one night, when I'd felt a kitty on the bed....with Casey in the other room. Drinking from the bathroom faucet was Alex's trick. To this day, I'm convinced it was Alex who taught Casey that trick (and Casey was born after Alex died).

[MoonCat]

Again, thank you everyone for the support. It really is helping.

Stumps is going to have a lot of good company.

I had a dream last night: I dreamed of my Dad holding Stumps surrounded by all these other cats (most I didn't know, but I recognized a couple of my former cats).

Dad wasn't a cat person, funny thing.

If this happened to me, I would consider it a visit. My kitties who have gone on have come to me in dreams, and so have a couple of my relatives.