Garfield is gone (1/21/13)

I used to post on here often, but haven't for many years now.  My sweet, precious Garfield was helped to cross on 1/21/13 at 11:30pm.  I feel so miserable right now.  I know we made the right decision but I am completely heartbroken.  Our other three kitties need us right now too and my husband is grieving right along with me.  Please send thoughts and prayers out to us right now.  I can't bear to type more right now...

I'm so, so sorry... What a difficult time it is.

We are so blessed that we can help animals in their passing, and know what they have not had to suffer.  And we have such wonderful memories of our time with them.  But we also have to go through the pain of loss.

I really do feel for you

I'm so, so sorry.  It's understandable that you feel like you are

Take comfort in each other, and know that Garfield will always live on in your hearts 

Prayers and blessings for your family and Garfield. My heart goes out to you while you deal with the loss of your furry friend. I am sure Garfield had a very, very, lovely life, and what wonderful pet parents you were to help Garfield cross. Much love and hugs and prayers.

It is now early morning and I didn't sleep at all last night.  I wanted to share more about what happened with my precious Garfield.  It has been many years since I actively posted on these forums, so most of you probably won't remember me. I always found comfort when I posted in the past, and I thank you for your kind words.

I'm completely heartbroken right now. We helped our precious Garfield pass on 1/21/13 at 11:30pm. I know we did the right thing, but it is just so hard right now. I'm absolutely heartsick. He was passing massive amounts of blood all throughout the day. Like huge puddles all through the  house, not diluted with urine or anything. At the very end, when we decided it was time to call, my husband picked him up and he cried and the blood was coming and then he took one step and just lay down and didn't get up. We ended up carrying him into the other room and laying him on a blanket and he just laid there. Only a couple of times did he stand up and walk at all and it was just to pass more blood when he was a few steps away. He laid on my husband for over an hour while we waited for the emergency vet (in the same office as our regular vet, so she is  familiar with our case) to come to our house. He didn't purr, though we thought a few times he was, but when we listened closer we couldn't hear any purring. That in itself tells us something. The vet had told us to give him more of the narcotic painkiller to help him be comfortable until she got there. She examined him when she got there and told us she believed there was a rupture and that was the blood. She even saw just a tiny amount of the blood pass. She told us what we already knew, that she believed it was time. So we cried and cried and cried and pet him and told him how much we love him and what a good kitty he is while she helped him pass. It was very peaceful and then it was over. We aren't able to bury him because of the frozen ground, so she took him in a blanket to have a private cremation for him. I'm so heartbroken and heartsick right now. We made sure to gather the remaining three kitties to show them Garfield's body, because we want to be sure they understand he is gone. I know they will grieve too and I'm super worried about one of them, Spooky, because Spooky and Garfield have always been so super close. The other two loved him too, don't get me wrong, but he was always tucked up tight with Spooky. I feel so heartsick right now. Later, when we walked through the house, we found so many huge puddles of blood throughout the house, all from a few hours one day. We made the right decision, but that doesn't make it easy. Everyone, please pray for my sweet, precious Garfield that he has God speed to meet my precious Furball who I'm sure will show him the ropes and that he knows how very much he is loved and will always be loved. Also, pray for myself, my husband, and our remaining kitties, as we are all hurting so much right now.

Garfield started medication on 8/15/12 and died 1/21/13 at 11:30pm. He died from Transitional Cell Carcinoma (TCC) (aka, Bladder Cancer), very rare in cats. He was nine years old and would have been ten years old on estimated 10/1/13. He came home with us what would have been nine years on 5/29/13. We adopted him from the animal shelter and he has been such a blessing to us. I'm so heartsick right now and I don't think I can type any more.



 

I lost my Chrissy in December, I know what you are going through. Nothing I can say will help with the agony, I just want you to know someone else is praying for you, your husband and your other 3 babies.Please accept my condolences. I know Garfield is waiting for you at the Rainbow Bridge, he may be out of sight, but is in your heart forever. RIP Garfield, you were loved.
 

I'm very sorry about your loss. Garfield was very lucky to be able to pass at home surrounded by those who loved him, but that doesn't lessen the pain of losing him. Only time will make it less acute. RIP, Garfield, you're going to be missed so much.

Thank you all for your kind words.  I'm hurting so much right now and feel like I'm barely holding it together.  On top of all of this, I have strep throat and am physically ill, and this heartache on top of it is unbearable...

I'm so completely miserable.  I don't know what to do with myself.  I have just been in a daze today.  I can't believe this has happened.  I'm so heartsick right now, completely heartbroken.  There just aren't words, but I know you all understand.  

My husband is asleep right now; he's so exhausted.  I have spent the day loving on my three remaining kitties, but the pain isn't easing at all.  I'm so worried about them; how they will grieve.  They seem to be handling it better than I am, so far at least.  Last night, my husband and I made sure that the three of them saw Garfield's body after he was gone, so that they would understand and not go searching for him.  I think they knew throughout the day though.  After Garfield told us he had given up and I had the call in to the emergency vet and was waiting for a call back, all three of them came up one at a time and gave him a kiss.  I think they were saying their goodbyes.  Oh God, my heart is so shattered.

I have this tendency to feel horrible guilt, about every little thing that I did or did not do.  I know I'm not the only one, and I would never be this hard on anyone else, but I just can't help it when I think of some of what I did or did not do.  My husband told me very simply that "Garfield loved you, you loved him, and you both knew you two loved each other; you don't have anything to feel guilty for".  Yeah yeah, but it doesn't change that I do feel guilty.  I try to catch myself when I start thinking it, but the thoughts still come.  Just a few days ago, a week ago, very recently whenever it was, Garfield was outside of the bedroom door and pawing and pawing at the door and crying to be let in.  (I have horrible insomnia and hadn't slept much that night.)  I'm ashamed to say that I yelled at him.  I yelled at my sweet, precious Garfield, who only wanted to be in there with me laying in bed and snuggling, and I yelled at him because he was keeping me from getting to sleep with his scratching at the door.  I feel so terrible about that now.  I would give anything for that to be right now, I would throw the door open and he would jump on the bed and I would rub his belly and he would give his super sloppy kisses and I would wiggle hands or feet under the blankets and he would pounce.  He might even "pet" my hair, like he was so fond of doing.  Oh God, here come the tears again.  What I wouldn't give for another five good minutes.  I know we never have enough time, but he was just so young, only nine years old.  

Another thing I feel guilty about is from years ago.  He would jump on the kitchen counters and sink and he wasn't allowed up there, so we would spray him with some water.  Then he got smart about it and would try to run when we went to squirt him for being up there, and we would grab him and hold him to get a little bit of water on him.  That was years ago and I feel so terrible about it now.  

The worst of all that I feel guilty about is coming now.  Please don't hate me for this, because I already hate myself.  Many years ago, I had this passing thought one day, I think in response to something I read online, and I thought to myself if I HAD to choose which kitty would pass first that I would choose Garfield.  Oh, how could I even think such a thing?!?!?  What sort of a person even has a thought like that, even in passing?  I HATE that I ever thought that for even a split second.  I know that the thought years ago did not make this happen, but I am totally beating myself up for it.  

Please don't misunderstand me.  I love Garfield so much and he loved me, and like my husband said, we both knew the other loved us.  I also know that we gave Garfield a wonderful life, that he was happy, spoiled, and oh so very loved.  He blessed our lives in so many ways.  I will always love him and miss him so much.  I know we did the right thing last night, but I'm hurting so much right now.  I can't stop crying and my heart is shattered into a million little pieces.  Please please please pray for me, that I find peace somehow and that the others my precious Garfield leaves behind find peace as well.  I can't even see to type anymore, so I have to stop now.  Oh Garfield, my sweet sweet wonderful handsome baby, Mommy loves you so very much and I'm so very sorry for every little thing I ever did that I shouldn't and every little thing that I should have done but didn't.  I will always love you and miss you, forever.  RIP, my love.
 

Thank you everyone for your kind words, thoughts, and prayers.  I can't tell you how much it means to me that there is real support out there.  I feel like most people in my regular life do not understand the depth of how much I am hurting right now.  Even those that do understand don't like to hear about it.  It has only been a couple of days; it will be 48 hours tonight at 11:30pm.  Grief is normal and it's okay, but some people don't like to acknowledge it.  So once again, I say thank you to all of you from the bottom of my heart for being here for me and for each other.  

I did finally get some sleep last night and just now forced myself to eat something.  I'm still sick with strep throat, but the antibiotics are starting to help my throat feel better.  My broken heart, on the other hand, well, only God and time can help to heal that.  

I did find out one thing that I didn't know.  The vet had come to our house to help Garfield cross, and the other kitties I am positive knew he was dying all day.  While we were waiting for the vet to call back, all three of the other kitties came up to Garfield and gave him a kiss.  I think they were saying their goodbyes.  I knew that already.  While the vet was here, I thought all three of the others were hiding.  We found them and brought them out afterwards to show them Garfield's body, to be sure they understood he was truly gone, because I had read that could help them avoid searching behaviors and not knowing what had happened to him.  DH told me later though that one of our kitties, Cutie (the smartest animal ever, DH agrees), was actually sitting between the couch and the loveseat in the main room with a direct line of sight to Garfield, us, and the vet while Garfield passed over.  I had my back to her and didn't realize that, but DH told me that Cutie sat there and watched the entire thing.  I hadn't realized that, and I find it sweet, somehow.  Spooky hid in the basement and Eclipse was hiding behind the couch upstairs.  Cutie just sat and quietly watched us help release Garfield.  

The kitties seem to be doing okay, better than us, especially me.  I think they are definitely grieving though.  DH told me earlier today that he was in the basement playing a video game and Spooky was laying behind him.  DH said that Spooky was acting a little odd and he pet him and said "I miss Garfield too", and when Spooky heard DH say Garfield's name, he perked up and then dropped down again and lay down on DH's lap.  So sad.  Spooky was so unbelievably close to Garfield, they were always tucked up tight together.  The girls (Cutie and Eclipse) loved Garfield too, and he them, but it was always Spooky and Garfield together.  I feel so heartbroken...

I purchased some memorial items for Garfield, which I did many years ago when Furball passed, and I think it helps me some.  Not that I need material items to remind myself of him, but I like having them anyways; I find it healing, somehow.  I plan to do the tribute to Garfield later today; I had planned on doing it yesterday and then didn't have the heart to do it.  I am going to do it today, because when I did the one for Furball all that time ago, it helped so much.  For those that are interested, the tribute to Furball is http://www.in-memory-of-pets.com/personaltribute.php?ID=40802    I will post with the tribute to Garfield link once it is done.  

Things are different this time than they were with Furball.  The biggest difference is that Furry was an only kitty and it was devastating when we came home to an empty house.  But we didn't have to worry about the other kitties and how they would handle things either.  This is the first kitty loss we have had in a multi-cat household.  Our other kitties have been much clingier since Garfield passed.  I even asked DH if he thought it was because they are grieving, or because we are grieving and they are trying to comfort us.  DH thinks it's a little of both.  I'm inclined to think they are grieving a lot and they are seeking us out to comfort them.  I mean, they have always been very affectionate towards us and each other, but they are following us from room to room and placing themselves on our laps constantly.  I have read that clingyness is a common sign of grief in pets.  That is okay with me.  They seem to be doing okay overall.  They are all eating and drinking okay and definitely loving on us a lot, as well as getting along as they have always done.  Right now, as I type this, all three remaining kitties are in the room with me.  

Everyone, please continue to pray for me, DH, and our kitties as we adjust to life with Garfield gone.  DH was exceptionally close to Garfield, and I know DH is suffering a lot more than he lets on.  Garfield played favorites very obviously, with DH being his favorite person in the universe, though without a doubt he loved me dearly and wanted my love and attention a lot as well.  He just liked my love and attention a lot more when DH wasn't around to see...silly kitty.

Also, please pray for my precious Garfield, that he feels our love and the bond that binds us together forever, that he is happy and knows that we will love him forever and will see him again.  I know, deep in my heart, that Garfield is with my Furball and they are running and playing and cuddling together, watching over us, and those humans who have passed ahead of us who dearly love us are watching over them until we get there too.  Garfield was such a kind, sweet, and gentle soul; I hope and pray that he knows how much he is loved and will always be loved.  

When I lost my Furball, a part of me was afraid to heal from the pain of grieving.  As crazy as this might sound, back then I thought that to heal and start to feel better meant that I started to love him less and would forget how much he meant to me.  I knew, even at the time, that was utter nonsense, but I'm not known for being rational while I am grieving.  Even though the super sharp pains of losing Furball have healed, since that was many years ago, I still love him dearly and miss him a lot.  But I very rarely cry over him anymore; maybe sometimes when I look at his tribute or old pictures, but usually I just smile and laugh when I remember him, though there is definitely a bittersweet sadness to it too, because I do miss him and love him dearly.  If anyone was here when I was here suffering over Furball in the past, you might remember that it was Furry who sent me a dream that demanded we go to the animal shelter and adopt kitties who desperately needed a home.  Crazy, I know, but I listened to what the dream said.  I went to the animal shelter and felt drawn to one of the rooms a lot.  Then I told DH my dream, he went with me to the shelter, and we adopted three kitties, Garfield, Eclipse, and Spooky.  It was meant to be.  Then Garfield seemed like he was being left out of play time because Eclipse and Spooky would chase each other like lunatics, and so we decided a couple of months later to adopt another kitty so there would be another member of the household for playtime.  We went to the shelter and Cutie was meant to come home with us.  When we brought her home, Eclipse and Spooky growled and hissed at her, but Garfield never did.  In fact, later on that day when Spooky hissed at her, Garfield stood in front of her between Spooky and Cutie and just stared at Spooky.  That was the last time Spooky hissed at Cutie.  Cutie had her protector.  From that moment on, Garfield had his playmate in Cutie and they played like crazy for years.  Surprisingly enough, DH and I never did hear Garfield growl or hiss at anyone or anything EVER, no matter what.  Like I said, Garfield was such a kind and gentle soul.

I know this is such a long posting.  For those still reading this, thank you again for your support.  It means a lot to me.

Amy
 

Hi Amy,

I have thought a lot about you and your family the past few days. I can't imagine your heartbreak. I know you are feeling guilty, but we are human. We aren't always perfect, and we make mistakes. But one thing you must remember is that animals are very forgiving. Garfield forgave you for any tired, stressful yelling, any kind, any human imperfect thing that you did, which I'm sure was barely anything, you were forgiven. Kitties have lots of love to give, and you need to forgive yourself. Please remember, he KNEW you loved him dearly. He knew it. And felt it.

I just want you to know that I am praying for you, and your family, while you go through this. Make sure you talk to Garfield. Even if he isn't here, talk to him. I believe animals and people have souls. And it might make you feel better to talk to him. Tell him how you feel and that you miss him. 

I hope you feel better soon, and I'm thinking about you.

Jen

I have to leave for work here soon, but I wanted to post first.  I'm missing Garfield so much, as is to be expected.  This morning when I got up he wasn't up on the desk crying at me, wanting to be picked up and cuddled and loved on.  Every morning that ache is there.  I wish I would have got up earlier every day so that I could have spent more time cuddling him like he wanted.  All he wanted was our love and attention.  (And playtime and his siblings and his treats, you get the picture, smile).  Many years ago we allowed all the kitties into our bedroom with us and it worked out well.  But then several years ago, I was working midnight shift and I always have trouble sleeping regardless of what shift I work, but that shift was particularly brutal.  We managed to make the room really dark, which helped for sleeping and we had to close the bedroom door because kitties were springboarding playing off of me in the day when I was trying to sleep and to keep the room really dark.  That was several years ago.  Well, even though my work changed, we decided to keep the kitties out our room, even though we often missed them in there, I just seemed to sleep so much better.  When Garfield was sick, we would bring him in there with us to cuddle and snuggle and he loved it so much.  So we would let him sleep in there with one of us for a bit until the other one went to bed or in the morning until I had to leave for work if DH didn't work.  But he was never able to be in there all the time because we didn't open the door up.  Well, last night DH and I talked and decided to reopen the bedroom to the kitties.  So we had three kitties laying and sleeping on us last night, which was very comforting to me and to them too probably.  I told DH last night that I was worried that we would feel even more horrible that we didn't do this months ago when it would have benefited Garfield more, and DH told me that Garfield loved his siblings and would want this for them, and that Garfield loved his special alone time in the bedroom with us so we don't need to feel guilty.  Last night, Cutie was sniffing around places that Garfield always laid and was clearly missing him, and Spooky seems sad too.  Eclipse seems to be doing the best, but she's so cuddly with me who knows.  Anyways, I just wanted to post that before I leave for work.

Please pray for me today.  It's hard enough feeling this grief, and still not feeling well physically, and I have to go to work today and I really don't feel ready.  It just doesn't seem right that the world has continued on like nothing has happened.  I will post with the final link for Garfield's tribute when I get the email letting me know it's finalized.

Hugs,
Amy, Furball in Heaven, Garfield in Heaven, Eclipse, Spooky, & Cutie
 

It's almost spooky how I've gone through the exact same emotions and feelings as you. I honestly didn't know if I could go on. My Chrissy passed over to the Rainbow Bridge 6 weeks ago, and the best way to describe the agony is like 'waves'. At first they are huge, fast, and non-ending. But slowly they become smaller and further apart. But sometimes they return as huge again. I still cry almost every day, but can control when and where better now. I too think of "bad" things I thought or did, I remember once I even slapped her for running out the door and into the street, because I was so scared. I would give ANYTHING to live that day over that she died. But there is nothing we can do, our hearts are broken because we loved so much.I'll definitely pray for you, God would never let us love like this and not reunite us later. Take care, and kiss your babies for me.
 

I made it through the day.  I barely held it together on the drive to work.  It just doesn't seem right that everything is the same everywhere else when my world has been shattered.  It just doesn't feel right at all.  I actually made it through the day better than expected.  I didn't talk about what happened to anyone at work and did not check my phone while at work either, because I knew any reminder would set me to crying. 

Speaking of crying, I just read through the final tribute to Garfield that is published and am now sitting here bawling my eyes out.  The link to it is:  http://www.in-memory-of-pets.com/personaltribute.php?ID=90070

I'm hurting so much right now, just missing my sweet Garfield so much.  Words cannot begin to express the depth of my sorrow and pain.  Last night, Cutie was walking around sniffing places where Garfield would lay frequently and sniffing one of the places where there was the pool of blood.  I know she is missing him.  Spooky was sniffing on the blankets in the bedroom when we opened the door to let the kitties in and it was Garfield's scent he was smelling.  I'm hurting so much...  I was comforted last night by having the kitties in the bedroom again.  I just wish we would have opened the door up to them again years ago, or never shut it to begin with.  I know hindsight is always 20/20.  Of course, Sean and I talked and we both agree that part of what made Garfield love being in there so much was that he had it all to himself with us.  I think he would be happy to know that the other kitties are in there with us again.  He loved them so very much and he loved me and Sean so much too.  He was such a happy kitty.  He was so loving, gentle, kind, and pure.  I'm hurting so very much.  The tribute to Garfield that I created says it the best.  I hope some of you take the time to read through it; it is pretty long, but that is how long it had to be to say everything that needed to be said, and even then, it doesn't say it all.  There just aren't words to express the depth of our love for Garfield, his love for us, and how much he is missed. 

Please pray for me.  I really need your prayers.  I'm hurting so much, the tears just keep flowing, and I feel like a huge part of my soul has been ripped out.  But at the same time, I realize that it is only fitting that my precious Garfield would take a big piece of my soul with him...  Please please pray for me...I don't feel like things are ever going to be okay again.

Hugs,
Amy, Furball in Heaven, Garfield in Heaven, Eclipse, Spooky, & Cutie

I am sending big {{{HUGS}}} your way.  I will keep you and your family in my thoughts. 

I lost a very special kitty too, 1 year, 9 months ago.  I still have not been able to post a tribute to her.  I understand your heartache as do most of us here.

You are right, things will never be the same.  Nor should they be.   A piece of you will be gone forever, but you will have the memory of sweet Garfield and the love you shared.  It is worth the heartache to have something so special even if it means we will one day lose it.  If you lost something and it did not change you or make you feel anything, it may not have been very important.  Obviously, Garfield was very important.  I am certain he knew it, too.

Garfield was a very lucky boy to have your family to love him.

I´m so sorry for the Loss of Garfield... my deep condolences... & a big hug to you in this hard time...

I'm siting here with tears streaming down my face and hurting so very much.  I have been doing a countdown for what was happening one week ago today.  At this point, the emergency vet had arrived and told us what we already knew, that it was time.  It is 11:10pm right now and will soon be 11:30pm, the time at which our sweet sweet Garfield left this Earth.  I'm hurting so badly right now.

At about 10:30pm tonight I said a prayer (one of so many I have said recently) and the enclosed memorial saying and lit the memorial candle for my sweet Garfield.  I lit the candle on the fireplace, which was one of his very favorite places to get our love and attention.  I then carried the candle around the house, telling Garfield how very much I love and miss him and sobbing.  All throughout the house, seeing so many memories of him everywhere.  All the while tears streaming down my face.  Then I placed the candle here by the laptop while I viewed his tribute again.  Now, here I am, crying and feeling so completely miserable and in so much pain.  I feel awful; there just aren't words to describe this heart wrenching, soul shattering, agony that my heart and soul are experiencing.  

Plus earlier today I had a moment where I felt like the most horrible kitty Mommy in the entire universe.  I have to track my sleep since I have such a problem with insomnia.  Anyways, the night Garfield died I did not sleep at all.  That night I spent the night trying to sleep and laying in bed and feeling like the world had just ended.  Because a huge part of my world had ended.  When I charted for the sleep for that night, I wrote down zero hours of sleep and then wrote down that it was because "Furry died at 11:30pm".  Yeah, you all read that right...I wrote the name of the wrong kitty.  WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!!  I know that I was horribly sleep deprived, physically ill, and emotionally devastated, but all of that is no excuse.  How could I have wrote that?  I feel like a terrible kitty Mommy...

My heart is so breaking right now.  Everyone, please please please please pray for me, for DH (he's hurting too, though he shows it differently), for our surviving kitties, and for those furbabies we all have loved and lost.  I cling to the peaceful image in my head and heart of Furball and Garfield (who never met on this Earth) playing together and snuggled up together, best friends in Heaven, having a great time while they wait for DH and I and Garfield's other kitty friends to join them.  But that image is not enough to comfort me right now, as I sit here crying and feeling like nothing will ever be okay again...

Amy, Furball in Heaven, Garfield in Heaven, Eclipse, Spooky, & Cutie

There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. You are in agony, you are not in your right head. The reason you are hurting so bad is because you loved Garfield so much.I can do nothing except pray for you, DH, and your remaining furbabies, which believe me I am. I share your sorrow, I had no idea I could hurt so much after my Chrissy died. It's only been a week for you, please believe me when I say time will help to lessen the pain, but never take it away.Try to believe Garfield would not want you hurting like this, he had a wonderful life with his family. He is safe now, and waiting to be united with all of you! If you start thinking of negative things, actually say no!, and get it out of your mind, it helped me. You have to grieve though, in order to heal. Be around others who share or understand your pain, don't be with those who don't right now.My heart is breaking for us, and all of the grieving souls who have lost their loved ones. Be comforted in knowing we all care and share your sorrow.

Garfield

Late this afternoon I had a message from the vet saying that Garfield's ashes were ready to be picked up.  I had to work this evening, so DH went to pick up the ashes himself, so I didn't see it until I came home.  My sweet Garfield's ashes are in a beautiful box with the engraving I chose:  his name, date of birth-date of death, Until We Meet Again.  It is very beautiful.  I definitely got teary and so did DH.  My poor sweet Garfield.  He is on the fireplace right now where he so dearly loved getting his attention and loving from us.  We thought he would like that.  I just stood there for a long time looking at the box holding his ashes and feeling such sadness.  We have to decide where we will place his ashes; I do know I don't want to scatter them...my baby is staying with me!  We will decide later tonight, I hope.  This is just so very sad.  I'm glad I didn't go in to pick Garfield up, because I would have been a complete mess.  I kind of feel like a mess anyways and I didn't even pick him up. 

I just want to say again how much I appreciate all of your support and prayers.  Bless you for being there for me in my pain.  Please continue to pray for us...

Hugs,
Amy, Furball in Heaven, Garfield in Heaven, Eclipse, Spooky, & Cutie

I'm so sorry for your loss of Garfield    I know the feeling of unbelievable guilt and devastation .... having lost my 6yr Aby Cairo 2 months ago ...

I still burst into tears at the drop of a hat ....  while driving, watching TV .... anything .... its unbearable.

Although our purrbabies' deaths are not our fault ... a broken heart doesnt seem to know logic ... 

In time ... it will get better (hopefully) .. and you will only remember the good times with Garfield .. and the things he did to make you laugh ... and love him that much more

Garfield will be with you and your family forever ... and you will see him again

I'm sure all of our purrbabies are playing together at Rainbow Bridge 

Big HUGS