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Lizzie

My Princess Lizzie always by my side....my heart is broken...I will always miss you my baby girl <3 <3 <3 Run over rainbow bridge and be happy my love...we'll meet again some day :) xxx 6 weeks today and my heart is still hurting... You were my best friend and I miss you so much...I miss your beautiful face xx Just over a year you left me...I miss you so much. I will love you forever and never forget your sweet nature and beautiful face...most of all I miss that cuddle you gave me every night before we went to sleep... RIP my lovely girl and we will meet again some day.. I hope you're happy love you xx

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Lizzie

Dear Lizzie, You were about 19 and sadly we had to have you put to sleep on the 22nd of January 2013. Not a day goes by where I don't think about you. You were my best friend, companion and soul mate. I miss your lovely welcomes home, your company, your soft fur, rubbing your belly, your meows, your cat tricks, your beautiful face looking up at me, sharing my bed, our walks down the garden together and many other things. When I was feeling sad, scared, depressed and no one was there. You were always there. I miss you so much and hope that one day I will see you again. RIP my beautiful Liz. Love Rosemary x0x

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Loesje

My sweet Loesje. From the first moment we met, you chose me. As a tiny kitten you crawled onto my lap and looked up with those big eyes and that was it. There was a connection more powerful than words can describe. We didn't need words to communicate. You were my feline soulmate. The day I heard you were sick my world collapsed. Looking back now, I am so grateful that I knew you were sick. I made myself enjoy every moment to the fullest. I learned not to take you for granted. And spend a little longer in bed cuddling together because work was not as important as you. I had expected the choice to have you put to sleep would be difficult, but actually it was not. You told me it was time to say goodbye. You felt your time had come, and it was my responsibility to let you go with dignity and without pain. You were my world, my everything and having to see you pass away is the hardest thing I ever had to witness. Even though you are no longer with us now, you are still my soulmate and I hope you will wait for me at the rainbow bridge.

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Lola

"When your beautiful heart stopped beating, my heart just broke in two." Oh Lola where do I start... At the moment you've only been gone for 6 weeks, and I'm devastated over your death... So quick, so sudden, as I was looking at you, you collapsed on the stairs and tumbled down.. I grabbed you up, not believing what I was seeing, and in two or three breaths you were gone... Gone from my life forever... You had just finished your dinner when it happened.. You were the light of my life, and made my life worth living. If I didn't have the others, I would just wish to be with you... You were so gorgeous in every way.. So loveable, so loving and so gentle. My little squishy cat. You were a little angel on Earth and I couldn't have loved you more if you were human... I miss you as much as I did any human family member. I will never forget you my little one... I see and hear you everywhere still. On the windowsill, in all your favourite beds, out in the garden, up on the shed roof.... It's not getting any easier, and I don't want it to.. You were also my little "cleaner upper of dishes..." I never knew who was going around cleaning them all up every day, but it was you... I know now because they're always as the others leave them - messy.. Lord I miss you little darling and I hope you're at peace with all the others, and with Dad and Mum... Love you forever little Angel Cat Lola xxxxxxxxx "Goodnigt my Angel now it's time to sleep..." miss you xx love you xx Forever xxxx

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Louie

I had louie for 14 years I had to best times with him whenever he got in trouble he always came to me Andrew whenever someone was upset he could come over and give you a hug and I really do miss him I miss you so much louie your favourite person in the world Andrew

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Louis

To our darling Louis. You were our "Precious Little Hippy", never showed your teeth to man nor dog, all you wanted was peace and love in the world, and of course your rag toy to be thrown! You were taken from us far too early, you were only 6 years old, obviously heaven needed another special angel. We all miss you terribly, but we will never stop remembering you and loving you. Wait for us in heaven "Little Prince". Lots of love always Mummy, Daddy, Natalie, Nicole and Greg. Not forgetting your brother and sister Harvey and Saffy. X X X X X X X

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Luca

25th February 2003 - 10th June 2014 I first saw my Luca cat when she was a few weeks old. She stole my heart. I collected her when she was nine weeks old and I am sure that was too young " I actually took her from her mum which always made me feel sad. She was so scared; she snuggled under my top in the car on the way home and spent her first night in the spare room on her own. Not the best start but Tarka was fairly hostile to her and I couldn’t let her be beaten up. I couldn’t find her straight away the next morning and only a floor to ceiling search found her " she had put herself to sleep in the continental pillow pillowcase. The second night she slept with me and for the next 11 years, that was the case whenever possible. She grew out of her timidity fairly quickly and she and Tarka made friends. She always wanted to be friends with Tarka, Tarka wasn’t so sure. The last time there was any trouble, Tarka tried to bite her and one of Tarka’s milk teeth fell out " I think she decided that Luca was strangely off limits at that point and the two got on like a house on fire. They loved each other, played with each other, slept together, and washed each other. They were inseparable. When Tarka had her back problems and I had to bath her to wash away the urine, Luca used to run up and down next to the bath, crying out for Tarka and then washing her dry afterwards. When I used to wash the floor with Milton she used to drape herself and rub herself all over it. She was a little mad! She was also fairly mischievous as a kitten and a formidable huntress (thief). The first time we realised her kleptomaniac tendencies was when she brought home a perfectly cooked, still warm hamburger patty and proudly presented it to us. She then progressed onto chop bones, the bits of paper in meat packages, pot scourers and sponges and the piece de resistance " an old wound dressing. She also loved to catch cockroaches and crickets and on a good night, we might wake up in the morning and find 10 cockroaches and three crickets, dead - and scattered around the bedroom. She never caught many birds or mice although was quite happy to chatter at them in the garden. In South Africa, she was very much an outdoor cat who was out most of the night and then dozed all day long. The move to the UK changed that to a large extent. At first, while in quarantine, she sulked terribly. I used to go and visit them every week while they were there and the routine was pretty much always the same… When I got there, Tarka would start shouting LOUDLY because she could hear me and she was so excited to see me. Luca was more subdued. When I went in, Tarka would be all over me, purring and meowing and giving me kisses. Then she would get bored and would go and lie down or wash and then I would get to love Luca. Luca liked to lie on my lap and sharpen her claws on my jeans (She did that for years afterwards " I do not own a pair of jeans without pulled threads!). She would also get the devil in her and try to bite me when I gently tugged her ears " but never hard " she had a very gentle mouth. Then Luca and I would play. There wasn't much space so we could not play like we usually did, but I would do what I could and then pat her hard on her side and she purred so loudly - she was so happy. She loved soft toys and the little mice with rattling things in their tummies. If you gave her one of those mice, the tail would last for about 10 seconds before she had eaten it. She killed and ate the soft toys. My beautiful furred gloves didn’t stand a chance. She would throw the soft toys around and then bring them to me, drop them at my feet while meowing loudly and proudly and then she would eat them. My cat also stole the local children’s soft toys! My husband saw her furtively come in one day carrying something " it was a toy Siamese cat. She also brought home a pink teddy bear saying “It’s a girl!” and a blue one saying “It’s a boy!” She also brought us a toy frog. It was really embarrassing as I had no way of knowing who they came from or what child she had stolen them from. We got them out of quarantine after the six months were up and they were so happy to come home albeit seemed a little shell-shocked by all the space they had. Luca decided that night time was a good time to play with her mice and other toys so I would then have to get up and take them away from her and snuggle her until she went to sleep. Tarka just purred and purred. Every now and again, they would shout because they couldn’t find us - but they settled in really well. And Luca became a very loving and social cat - much more than she had been in SA. There really was a marked difference. The first time they went outside they raced around like lunatics and Tarka fell in the pond because it was covered in duck weed which looked like grass. Luca was convinced that she was ready for the big bad world again and after two weeks of being indoors, they were allowed out again. They loved the UK. One morning I came down to the kitchen and they had cornered a baby greenfinch but were really scared of it " so just stared and then ran to tell me all about it. They were like that " real scaredy cats. Luca used to growl when the doorbell rang. But I think that is because she was usually on my lap and knew that it meant I would be getting up to answer it. For Luca, the primary purpose of my breasts was for kneading " she would go into a trance kneading them. She would also spend hours washing my hands for me because I was obviously very dirty. She would try and wash my husband occasionally but it was too ticklish for him. She loved to suck Tarka’s ear " when they lay together, Tarka always had a sopping wet ear that had been sucked and chewed to bits. Most nights, when I bathed, she joined me in the bathroom. I had taught her to jump onto the toilet from where I would have to cup my hands and fill them with water so that she could drink delicious bath water. She used to “prrum” at me before this and we would talk to each other a while before she jumped up. Luca adored biltong and Parma ham and especially my husband’s raw chicken that he used to cut up for curries. She would hang around his feet and gently ask and he would give her little titbits. She and Tarka loved their special chicken cat food and used to get it every Friday. They knew it was a Friday and would hang around me until I gave in and fed them. Tarka gobbles up her food too fast and quite often throws it up. Luca would kindly clean it up for us as well. I was really fortunate that for most of the time I have been in the UK (indeed until October last year) I worked from home and the rhythm of my days included the cats and where they were and what they were doing. I am so grateful for that time with them. Luca would usually spend the day on my lap and was convinced that my typing was a special game that I was playing just for her. She would watch me type and very gently catch my fingers in her mouth when they came close to the edge of the keyboard. In the five years that I worked at home, two laptops needed to go to tech support because the keyboard was totally gunked up with cat fur! Their rightful place was on my lap being loved. She loved playing. We used to play a stair game which involved me poking my hand out from between the stairs and trying to catch her tail and legs and she would try and kill it. I also used to throw her mouse up the stairs in such a way that it went through them and slid down to the bottom. She used to race up and down chasing the mouse. We could spend hours doing that " I usually tired before she did! She loved going outside. Every morning, she would wake me up by tapping me lightly on my face. I would stroke her and snuggle her back under the duvet and she would purr and wait for another 15 minutes before trying again. Once I was up, she would race me downstairs and I would open the front door for her and she would go and do her morning rounds. Even if it was miserable and cold, she loved going out. But if it was cold, would come back in fairly soon for a cuddle. In May 2012, she was diagnosed with arthritis. She was put on Metacam which she adored. Only once she had eaten did she get the medicine. She would pretend that she had eaten and when I had checked her breath for biscuits and told her no, she would run back and pretend to eat again " that would continue until she really had eaten. She took so much pleasure from it, and I know that it might have shortened her life but I could not live with a cat in pain, who cried every time you picked her up. She loved watching Springwatch " that was an especially exciting show. She used to watch from my lap until it got unbearably exciting and would then jump off and go and stand up in front of the TV to see close up. Most animal shows were interesting as were cartoons. Sadly (and it is something that I will always feel terrible about) for the last two months of her life, Luca cat was in an Elizabethan collar. She had a sore on her belly button which she just wouldn’t stop licking. I don’t know why I didn’t take her back to the vet sooner to get a cream or something because when she was at her last check up (two weeks before she got ill) they gave me a cream and it started healing. She hated the collar. But when she was on my lap in the evenings and on the weekends I would take it off and let her wash herself (covering the sore with my hand) and love her and stroke her. She was losing weight but I thought it was because of the collar, so every night I would hand feed her. She would fall asleep tightly coiled up under my jersey and I would gently cradle her. On the Thursday, when she got sick, I took the collar off and left it off " so she had three days without it before she went to the vet and I am glad of that " even if she didn’t feel all that well. I am not going to linger on the six days that she was ill or the terrible desperate pain of putting her to sleep - she died in my arms purring to the end and we miss her desperately. We miss her - and are only now starting to put our lives back together. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. I love and miss you my Luca cat. With all my heart and soul. You’ll never be forgotten.

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Lucky

Sadly we had to have our gorgeous boy Lucky PTS on 08/01/13-he was almost 16. He had battled CRF for 3 years,but on the morning of Tuesday 8th January 2013-he had a seizure which caused him to lose control of his bowels and we knew he wanted to say goodbye. At 08:50 that morning, he slipped away to the Rainbrow bridge-Farewell my Bonnie Lad xxx Lament To Lucky The sky was filled with sunshine the day you came to us We thought you were just visiting and we made such a fuss For weeks you kept coming and never really going away You were trying to tell us that you really wanted to stay For the last six years we shared each others' lives Many days filled with joy and only one that made us cry You battled through your illness up to the bitter end There was nothing could be done to get you on the mend Our parting gift to you dear Lucky, was just simply this We bent forward and gave you one last loving kiss We held your paws while you slipped away and saw you breathe your last Nothing more could be done for you as the final die was cast We shed many tears and bade you farewell Inside we were hurting, as everyone could tell Farewell our darling Lucky, our gorgeous lovely lad Across the Rainbow bridge you'll play with new friends to make you glad We'll miss you so much with each and every passing day Taking comfort from the fact that you are never far away Even though the Bridge has taken you we'll never be far apart As with every passing second you'll remain forever in our hearts Love Mummy,Daddy and Gypsy

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Lucky

Lucky, I cared for your mum when she was carrying you, giving her belly rubs and then when you, your brothers and sister were born I chose you - the fluffy black one of the litter. I named you Lucky because you were my little black cat and because I was lucky to have you. You saved my life in ways you will never know and in ways no one will ever understand. You were my angel. In 2005 we lost Jasmine to cancer and then in September 2011 we lost your mum to kidney failure. A year on cancer stole you from me and the worst moment for me was watching life slip from you and holding you in my arms, knowing it was the last time. The daily heartache I feel is a reminder of the strength of the love I have for you, a love that will remain with me forver. I know you are with Jasmine, your mum and Tiger and you're all being looked after by Grandad, Auntie Jean and all of the others I have loved and lost. I know many more will likely join you before I do, but when I leave this world behind I know happiness waits for me and that my heart will soar as I hold you all again. I love you my sweet angel xxxx

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