Tigger Memorial

On April 17th, I lost my sweet baby Tigger. She was somewhere between 16 and 19 years old, so in the back of my mind, I knew the day would come. Somehow that still doesn't prepare you for the actual event. I adopted her in December of 1990 and she was a joy to have around. She was so affectionate and always so excited when I would get home from work or any time spent away from her. My aunt sent me the Rainbow Bridge poem and although I do want to live a long time and have many things I want to do, there will always be a part of my heart that can't wait to be reunited with my sweet girl. I consider her my angel now, and have asked her to guide me to another kitty that needs a home and love.

Oh - I am so sorry - but it seems that Tigger had a very long and happy life. I am sure there is another little one out there that will find you. Take your time and it will happen naturally.

I'm so sorry about Tigger. She knows that there is a piece of your heart that is forever hers. I'm sure she is waiting for you at the Bridge and is watching over you.

It sounds like you have a lot of love to give a new little angel in your life. Whichever little kitty chooses you will be a very lucky little one indeed!

I hope that time will heal your heavy heart and the little pitter of paws will climb into your love. I am truly sorry about your loss. You are in my thougths.

I want to thank you all for your sympathy and good wishes. I really do think that Tigger is watching out for me, and she may have already led me to a new kitty to love. On Monday, I went to a local PetSmart store simply to see if they still hosted adoptable cats. I had no intention of selecting one, I just wanted to see whether they would still be a place to consider when the time came. I met a gorgeous little man, Quincy, who I posted about in the health area. According to the workers, he was very skittish with them any time they opened the cage for cleaning, feeding, etc. I went over to get a better look at him and stuck my hand through the bars, and he rubbed his little head up against my hand. This is exactly how things began with Tigger years ago. They opened the cage so I could pet him and he just mushed all over me....rubbing his head into my hand, rolling around like he was in catnip, really turning on the charm. I am about 75% sure that I am going to pick him up on Saturday. He is going in to vet tomorrow for his little "snip, snip" neutering. I will post again to update on whether I bring him home to live with me or not. A friend said, "if you are still thinking about him at the end of the week, you better go get him. He may be a gift from Tigger" I plan to follow that advice.

I am so happy for you. It certainly does sound like Quincy is a gift from Tigger. Please let us know how things turn out...