the song is "tears in heaven"
This page is dedicated to Nose and all
of our Rainbow Angels. Feel free to contribute to this tribute page.
February 3, 1997
I buried little Nose the kitten this morning under a lovely pine tree.
I put his soft stuffed toy that was his sleeping companion next to him.
He loved to snuggle up to it when he was alone. The sky was overcast, and
misty this morning. A sad morning. I said my goodbyes to Nose alone. My
husband had wanted to help me yesterday with this but I wasn't ready. I
can see his resting place from my window.In the spring I'm going to plant
some wild flowers around the stone that marks his grave. In the heat of
the day the tree provides deep shade and the birds often sing for hours....
To Nose, my kitten;
just a feral kitten, a tiny wild free mite, just a tiny kitten
of gray and black and white
I said I wouldn't love you, I couldn't risk my heart, to love
a tiny kitten no- not another start
but you were so afraid, so much was strange to you, yet bravely
you risked trusting me, so, what was I to do?
I grew to love you little one, you became so very dear, I saw
your eyes were happy too whenever I was near
I know that I will miss you, to me you'll never die, I hope that
we shall meet again, For I can not say "goodbye"
all my love, Mesha
You were abandoned and abused when we got you,
but you grew into a gorgeous girl.
Your beautiful eyes melted our
hearts, even when you were getting into trouble.
We know now, so many of your troubles were because of an illness
we could not have helped you with.
We'll miss you always, our "Sonezy".
Submitted by Laura and family
We lost our sweet Thumper on 12/28/96.
Although she was only 8 months old, she touched our hearts so deeply.
She was the cutest bun there ever was and her untimely death has left
a hole in our hearts.
We take comfort in knowing someday we again will meet up
with her and all our other fuzzy friends that have passed
Submitted by Laura and family
February 18, 1997
Tribute to my cat Sammy
Sammy, we had 9 and half wonderful years together, you lit up my life
with your affection, love, playtimes, companionship.
I miss you so much, my darling kitty. you may be gone from this
world, but you will always be in my heart and
memories. I love you,Sammy. you were my very first
kitty, and you were so special. and you will always
be special to me.
Noah's Ark Rainbow Angels
The Little Cat Angel
by Leontine Stanfield
Dedicated to the Noah's Ark cats,
The ghost of a little white kitten
Crying mornfully, early and late
Distracted St. Peter, the watchman,
As he guarded the heavenly gate.
"Say, what do you mean," said his Saintship,
"Coming here and behaving like that?"
"I want to see Nellie, my missus,"
Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.
"I know that she's not happy without me,
Won't you open and let me go in?"
"Begone," gasped the hrrified watchman,
"Why the very idea is a sin;"
"I open the gate to good angels,
Not to stray little kittens like you."
"All right," mewed the little white kitten,
"Though a cat, I'm a good angel, too."
Amazed at so bold an assertion,
But aware he must make no mistake,
In silence St. Peter long pondered,
For his name and repute were at stake;
Then placing the cat in his bosom,
With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers,"
He opened the heavenly portals
And ascended the bright golden stairs.
A little girl angel came flying,
"That's my kitty, St. Peter," she cried,
And seeing the joy of their meeting,
Peter let the cat angel abide.
This is the tale of a kitten
Dwelling now with the blessed above;
It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven,
For the name of the kitten was --- Love.
and all the other abused, neglected and unwanted cats from
Shamrock Foundation, Louisville, KY.
A TRIBUTE TO THOSE POOR, HELPLESS KITTIES
Four legs and nine lives
is this a myth or the truth
I guess we found out the answer
when our kitties were slain by that brute
Those cats will never be able
to run and play in the sun
No one can ever adopt them
one less child will learn to love
A child's first experience
with love is usually a pet
Be it a dog, cat or rabbit
it's not one they're soon to forget
Those kittens were needlessly and ruthlessly killed
Another chance was taken away
To teach children how to love and nurture
and to allow growing kittens to love and play
When you think about this tragedy
and those poor, helpless kittens come to mind
Think also of those families with kids
that the kittens left behind
By: Danielle P. Catoe
March 14, 1997
FOR THE CATS IN NOAH'S ARK
All the sweet babies
in cages they will wait
some will find homes
and for others it's too late
they were never loved that much
in life not given a chance
all those sweet babies
their eyes shine with trance
In heaven they will have a new life
a lovely fresh new start
and all the other pets that died
will love them with all their hearts.
The path toward healing
is paved with many tears
through it all with faith
you'll overcome your fears
The rainbow bridge is paved
with love and a gentle hand
to lead the sweet, the innocent
to his quiet and peaceful land
Land where pain is non-existant
and life is pleasant and free
they'll run and play forever
and at peace, they'll always be
March 24, 1997
Robin, a beautiful seal-point siamese, was a gift from my parents for my
eighth birthday. She was from a litter of siamese that was born at a
neighbors house, and the were selling them for only $50 each because they
had no papers even though they were purebred. My mother and I went to look
at the kittens when they were only 7 weeks old, and when my mother entered
the room Robin approached her immediately and sat on her lap and fell
asleep. I, being only eight , wanted one of the other kittens who was more
rambunctious, but my mother insisted and so two weeks later when I went to
pick up my kitten I brought Robin home. I named her Robin because I
reasoned, with childlike simplicity, she had eyes the color of robin's eggs.
Robin was my constant companion from the minute I brought her home. She
slept around my neck and head at night. She would sometimes lick my face and
eyes till they were sore, but I didn't protest becuse I loved her. She liked
everyone and would sit on any available lap but if I entered the room she
was by my side and would abandon anyone for me. Robin was with me through
elementary school, middle school, high school, and college. Robin was even
present in my life for the first 2 years of my marriage. My husband use to
comment that I loved 'that cat' more than him, and I would respond
matter-of-factly that he was probably right. But he had to consider that she
had been with me for 16 years and that we had only been married for 2 and
together for 4 so there was a space of 12 years where Robin was ny emotional
anchor and constant.
In November of 1994 Robin began losing weight, and by the end of the
month she was down to about 4.5 lbs, which for a cat that only weighs about
9 lbs to begin with is devastating. Robin went to vets office and they kept
her overnight, she was given an enema (I wouldn't want to be the sucker
giving a cat an enenma), and they took x-rays. She was only eating about 2
tbsp of food per day, but she was drinking water fine and was otherwise
acting normal. On Christmas Eve day when I went to pick her up from the
vet's office they gave me the news that she had cancer in her abdomen and
would probably only live another month or so. I was devastated and could
barely drive home. Since my husband and I only lived about 7 miles away I
was at my parents home with her everyday (It wasn't feasible to have her
with me as we had other cats and if we took Robin we would have to take her
mate of 15 years and they would not adjust to the change well).
The vet called and wanted to do a third set of x-rays at no cost to us so
we brought her in. The could not believe that about 75% of the mass had
disappeared! When I brought Robin home and told mom the results, she felt it
was probably due to the Therapeutic Touch she had been giving her in the
mornings when Robin would lay on her lap. I was astounded, because I hadn't
even realized that mom had been doing this. Robin had been on no medications
so that was not a factor. The vet said she wanted to exploratory surgery,
but after much discussion my mother and I felt it best to not put Robin
through that (my mother is a nurse practitioner, and I work in a nursing
home and have seen what surgery can do to an old person).
Robin was pain free for about 4 months and one day before I had gone to
see Robin mom called and said that it was time. Robin was a normally
talkative cat, as most siamese are,but that morning mom said she had sat in
the middle of the hallway by the bathroom door and let out a horrible cry to
mom, who was in the bathroom. Mom said she knew Robin was asking to please
help her and that she was ready to go. She was not even able to drink water
from the bowl or the sink, one of her favorite things. She tried very hard
but could not get it down, she wanted absolutely nothing to eat, she was
dehydrated. We decided to go to the vets office rather than having her come
to the house. Mom went with me because I knew I would not be able to drive
afterwards. In the exam room I held her, I knew this would be the hardest
thing I had ever had to do. For everything Robin had done for me in my life
and for everything she had taught me the very least I could do was to be
there to hold her, I wanted her last image and thought in this world to be
of me and how much I loved her and was going to miss her. When the vet went
to find a vein she had a hard time because Robin was so dehydrated, and when
she finally did and she was about to plunge the needle the vein collapsed
because of the dehydration. The few drops of the pink liquid that entered
Robin was enough and she slipped away and as she closed her eyes I wanted to
scream "NO!I take it back." But she was gone and I knew the best friend I
had ever had or ever would have was gone.
My husband had had a special oak box made for Robin, it had a brass latch
and her name and dates affixed to it also. My family and I had a small
memorial service for her, and in the box I placed a letter to her thanking
her for everything she had given me amd taught me, along with a picture of
us I had taken not long before she became ill. I played a song by Melissa
Etheridge for her called "I've been talking to my angel"
and I read two poems for her. It was a beautiful day.
Robin's mate, Scout, sat on her grave for two
days after her death and even now occasionally sits with her.
submitted by melissa falcone
Casey was my family's cat for 15 years. We lost him in March of 1995 to
Cancer. He was a sweet, patient, wonderful cat, who, was gentle to me as a
baby, and as a toddler. He was in the family for as long as I can remember.
Then the treacherous day came, when we took poor Casey to the vet, and
watched him be put to sleep.
A Message for Casey:
Casey, we love you very, very much! We will never in our lifetimes forget
you! Your picture is imprinted in our minds and we will always think of you
in joy and love. No matter how far away you are, or how long it is until we
see you again, we will always love you, and look forward to going up the
Rainbow Bridge with you. We love you Casey, and we shed tears for you.
June 8, 1997
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