I sit here looking at this blank white page and trying to figure out how to start. LOL. Can't believe it has been a year, and I feel finally ready to post a tribute.
Losing Pipsqueak a year ago was a complete shock and so sudden. In just two weeks time, he went from what vet and I thought was a virus to having exploratory surgery to find he had a huge tumor on his liver that had burst and leaking poison into his abdomen. We decided to go ahead with the surgery because I HAD to know if there was anything at all we could do to potentially save his life - possibly thinking it was a foreign object. But, no, it was much worse than that. We had to let him go on the table. It was liver cancer that had spread tumors up his vile duct as well. Never showed any signs before those two weeks. BUT - knowing my Pip, he would have never gone out any other way. Quick and swift with no time to do anything else but to just let him go - on his terms. YUP. That's how Pipsqueak lived his short life of eight years. ON his terms. He would have never wanted to go through mega tests, many medications and procedures to keep him going. Nope. He would want leaving this earth to go no other way than it did.
He was the BOSS - and I mean that BIG TIME - of the house. Small kitty - about nine pounds compared to my other fatties, but he ruled the roost. Dogs, people and cats alike. Pipsqueak did everything, EVERYTHING, with full on gusto and gumption. Even using the litter box was a huge production and mess. He would walk me to the door each and everyday of his life whenever I had to leave the house and insisted that I toss his puff ball. A favorite toy to carry around and howl all the while doing so. Upon my return, I would find a few puff balls by the door on the floor as I walked in the house. He watched my every move and monitored the other cats like a sergeant. He was a true cat soldier with a HUGE heart. When one of the dogs got out of line OR if Wendall made Perla hiss or scream - in came the white tornado, fast as lightening to pounce and control the situation. The dogs and other kitties respected Pip completely. I learned quickly over the years to keep calm and not yell out for any reason after one time when I dropped my cup of coffee in the kitchen and screamed - OH S!!!. Pip came roaring in and was on top of Wilbur, of course blaming him for my outburst. So I learned to tread lightly and calmly which was something I look back on and realize that he taught me.
Pipsqueak taught me a lot. Today I will try not to cry, though I miss him every day and will forever, but will celebrate the gift of him in my life, the blessing I was bestowed upon being the one to share part of my life with such a marvelous and stupendous, great in scope, and so much importance that it was truly amazing kitty. He was courageous and lived his life, each and every day he had, to the fullest of it's potential. I am trying to mirror his qualities and cherish our memories. I am grateful to him and feel I am a better person because of Pipsqueak. I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, My Soldier Angel, Pipsqueak. :touch:
As a 12 week old kitten:
Always talking:
Pipsqueak loved Perkins:
Pipsqueak and Wendall:
Pipsqueak ADORED and CHERISHED Perla. Her protector and guardian.
Giving my RB Wilbur a kiss. Pipsqueak LOVED Wilbur too. Though, Wilbur never knew what he was up to or would do next. LOL.
He could be quite devilish at times!!!
Another one with Perkins. Perkins surely misses him, still.
I loved him so.
Wendall is missing in this one, I do have one with all six on the bed - somewhere!!! BUT I will never see this again, all cats on one bed together. That only happened when all the cats felt safe, especially Perla, to be that close under his watchful eye.
The last three days of Pip's life, Perla did not leave his side for long:
When we returned home from the vet after we let him go, I found this on our bed. He mustered the strength, one last time, to leave me a puff ball in a very special place.............. :touch: :touch: ok - shedding a few tears.....
Pipsqueak - I know you are ruling the holy heavens up there. I know you are with me, in my heart, watching over us and that we will someday, one day, be together again. You were my once-in-a-lifetime kitty, VERY, VERY special, and I will never forget the lessons you taught me and the love, GREAT LOVE, you gave to me. I will take that love, and share it as long as I can, because there surely was plenty of it.
Losing Pipsqueak a year ago was a complete shock and so sudden. In just two weeks time, he went from what vet and I thought was a virus to having exploratory surgery to find he had a huge tumor on his liver that had burst and leaking poison into his abdomen. We decided to go ahead with the surgery because I HAD to know if there was anything at all we could do to potentially save his life - possibly thinking it was a foreign object. But, no, it was much worse than that. We had to let him go on the table. It was liver cancer that had spread tumors up his vile duct as well. Never showed any signs before those two weeks. BUT - knowing my Pip, he would have never gone out any other way. Quick and swift with no time to do anything else but to just let him go - on his terms. YUP. That's how Pipsqueak lived his short life of eight years. ON his terms. He would have never wanted to go through mega tests, many medications and procedures to keep him going. Nope. He would want leaving this earth to go no other way than it did.
He was the BOSS - and I mean that BIG TIME - of the house. Small kitty - about nine pounds compared to my other fatties, but he ruled the roost. Dogs, people and cats alike. Pipsqueak did everything, EVERYTHING, with full on gusto and gumption. Even using the litter box was a huge production and mess. He would walk me to the door each and everyday of his life whenever I had to leave the house and insisted that I toss his puff ball. A favorite toy to carry around and howl all the while doing so. Upon my return, I would find a few puff balls by the door on the floor as I walked in the house. He watched my every move and monitored the other cats like a sergeant. He was a true cat soldier with a HUGE heart. When one of the dogs got out of line OR if Wendall made Perla hiss or scream - in came the white tornado, fast as lightening to pounce and control the situation. The dogs and other kitties respected Pip completely. I learned quickly over the years to keep calm and not yell out for any reason after one time when I dropped my cup of coffee in the kitchen and screamed - OH S!!!. Pip came roaring in and was on top of Wilbur, of course blaming him for my outburst. So I learned to tread lightly and calmly which was something I look back on and realize that he taught me.
Pipsqueak taught me a lot. Today I will try not to cry, though I miss him every day and will forever, but will celebrate the gift of him in my life, the blessing I was bestowed upon being the one to share part of my life with such a marvelous and stupendous, great in scope, and so much importance that it was truly amazing kitty. He was courageous and lived his life, each and every day he had, to the fullest of it's potential. I am trying to mirror his qualities and cherish our memories. I am grateful to him and feel I am a better person because of Pipsqueak. I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, My Soldier Angel, Pipsqueak. :touch:
As a 12 week old kitten:
Always talking:
Pipsqueak loved Perkins:
Pipsqueak and Wendall:
Pipsqueak ADORED and CHERISHED Perla. Her protector and guardian.
Giving my RB Wilbur a kiss. Pipsqueak LOVED Wilbur too. Though, Wilbur never knew what he was up to or would do next. LOL.
He could be quite devilish at times!!!
Another one with Perkins. Perkins surely misses him, still.
I loved him so.
Wendall is missing in this one, I do have one with all six on the bed - somewhere!!! BUT I will never see this again, all cats on one bed together. That only happened when all the cats felt safe, especially Perla, to be that close under his watchful eye.
The last three days of Pip's life, Perla did not leave his side for long:
When we returned home from the vet after we let him go, I found this on our bed. He mustered the strength, one last time, to leave me a puff ball in a very special place.............. :touch: :touch: ok - shedding a few tears.....
Pipsqueak - I know you are ruling the holy heavens up there. I know you are with me, in my heart, watching over us and that we will someday, one day, be together again. You were my once-in-a-lifetime kitty, VERY, VERY special, and I will never forget the lessons you taught me and the love, GREAT LOVE, you gave to me. I will take that love, and share it as long as I can, because there surely was plenty of it.
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