Memorials

In this section, you will find an honour roll for all of our beloved companions listed in alphabetical order by the first name. Please click on the letters to see the memorials that have already been added.

Animal friends will be remembered on our Today We Remember page on the anniversary of their death.

Animal friends that passed away within the last 3 years will also be remembered on our Facebook page. Please note that only memorials with a photo included and the date of death recorded can be shared on Facebook.

Unknown - 14/03/13
Human family: David, Cathy, Erin, Allie and DJ
Photo(s) of Pharaoh (1)

Pharaoh

We got Pharaoh when he was maybe two years old. A mangy and skinny street cat that had been otherwise catnapped from his previous owners by a colleague of my mother's due to neglect. She had several cats of her own, and couldn't really keep him, so she asked if we would be interested, as we had just recently lost one of our farm cats, Minnie, and Minnie's sister Winnie was lonely.

Mom didn't like the thought of a male cat originally, but one look at Pharaoh and everyone in our house was sold. We didn't even send him back with the lady who brought him over. We took him in that very night she brought him round for us to see.

I remember he was dirty and thin, and he smelled like a rubbish bin! He hadn't been dealt a very good starting hand, but his luck was on the up, because we were patient and gentle with him, and in time he stopped biting and started kissing instead. He was a bit shy, a bit slow, a bit of everything, but he was also a lot of love and a lot of cute.

We loved that boy and cared for him from day one, turning his sad and scary existence into one where he called the shots on where he slept, got more food than he could eat, and enough love to fill a canyon.

I'm fortunate that one of my last memories of Pharaoh was him cuddling me in bed on one of my last nights in Canada, sleeping with his back to me, purring and snoring, his head next to mine on the pillow, even though he smelled a little like cigarette smoke from being in my brothers room all day.

It's unfortunate when he got old, he developed a growth in his ear and it began to rupture and bleed. He was often covered in blood from what I'm told, and he stopped eating. Mom and Dad made the decision to put him down, but from what I understand it was the kindest thing for him.

I'm just saddened that a cat who came into the world without a decent home was sent to the communal crematorium, to be further lumped in with others, scattered in some unknown place. The grave of an unknown soldier, the cat who didn't quit, the cat who didn't give up, the cat who just kept fighting.

RIP Pharaoh. I love you.

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