In Memory of PUMPKIN and ANGEL




In Memory of


I still have a clear photograph

In my grieving heart

Of the two of you 

I have cried for many relatives and friends

Even for the great persons I never met

But never for any creatures other than human 

Why?  Why? Why?

Two of you make me CRY? 

I have treated many patients

Referred many of them to relevant doctors

But you were the only creatures I sent to other doctors 

I have seen many pets

That loved me

Came near me

Played with me

Asked food from me

Respond enthusiastically to my calls

But you two were different from them

But I don’t know why, why, why?

Two of you make me CRY?

I don’t know where two of you are now

We see your bodies that left behind

But we hope your spirits are freed to fly

May be in the heaven

I hope you two joined your family of nine

Who are waiting there for their last two left behind

I wonder why veterinary doctors could not find

medicine to cure your family’s Feline diseases

7 Responses


  2. Suddenly I remembered an e-mail about pets sent by my friend. TQ G mail & Yahoo, you all made it very easy to search back this e mail I got 11 months ago.

    A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

    He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

    After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

    When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl,and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

    When he was close enough, he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”

    “This is Heaven, sir,” the man answered.

    “Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the man asked.

    “Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.”

    The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

    “Can my friend,” gesturing toward his dog, “come in, too?” the traveler asked.

    “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”

    The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

    After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

    As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

    “Excuse me!” he called to the man.
    “Do you have any water?”
    “Yes, there’s a pump over there.”
    “How about my friend here?” the traveler gestured to the dog.
    “There should be a bowl by the pump.”
    They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

    The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.
    When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
    “What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.
    “This is Heaven,” he answered.
    “Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.”
    “Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.”
    “Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
    “No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.”


    Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
    Maybe this will explain.

    When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.

    When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.

    Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get?

    A forwarded joke.

    So, next time if you get a joke, don’t think that you’ve been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you’ve been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.

    You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.

    How to care for your pets.The Cat. The cat is a loner, but she likes to keep in touch with other
    cats and humans in case she might want company, at some time.
    However, the desire must come from her.

    The cat spends a lot of her days, sleeping or resting, she likes
    to go her own way, and often does not want to be bothered.
    When she is in this mood, to try and pick her up or fondle
    her will only get you scratched or bitten.
    When she is in the mood for companionship, she will be
    tireless in rubbing herself against your legs, jump into
    your lap, butt you with her head or, most annoyingly,
    sit in the middle of the newspaper, you are reading!

    If you decide to offer the cat, a nice warm basket for her
    own use, she will decide where she wants to sit. It may
    be on your favorite chair, or an a rug that is in the sun,
    or many times on your bed, this being her very favorite

    If the cat is kept indoors, you will want to offer her a
    scratching post, where her claws can be sharpened, this
    is a necessity, otherwise your carpets and furniture
    will suffer.

    A litter box for inside cats is also a necessity. It should be
    in a quiet place , because the cat by its very nature, wishes
    to be unobserved.
    Of course the litter box must be kept utterly clean, the cat
    is a very clean animal and will soon let you know when the
    litter box needs cleaning!

    I have even found a “protest” in my laundry basket!

    There are of course other things that are part of the proper
    maintenance of a cat, and I will endeavor to explain these
    things to you in further posts.

    look after your pet.


    I am of the opinion that

    ‘A House without an Animal is Not a Home’.

    (My own guote.)

    This Beautiful Madame in the photo above is Becki’s cat, the 20-year-old, Suzie Q, who is posing and sitting pretty as a pro model. Even the known cat-haters have admitted that Suzie is the prettiest pussy they ever saw!! She takes all this admiration with an admirable coolness of a renowned and recognized beauty.

    Suzie is a mighty mixture of the cat personalities that The Purina, in their online site, describes as The Boss and The Diva. She holds the command in many ways: the goings and comings of hers are totally in her own control, she will NOT be bunged out. Nope – no way Jose!!

    When Suzie gets a bit peckish at any hour day or night – one just has to oblige her Ladyship. Otherwise, she will bang the doors off their hinges. At least, she will try, and nobody but no body will get any sleep or peace until she is attended to. At least, she will try, and nobody but no body will get any sleep or peace until she is attended to. Suzie was adopted by Becki seventeen years ago, when the Pud would have been about two years of age. The neighbours, whose cat Suzie was originally, totally neglected her, and she was in a terrible state when we took her on. The vets bills were enormous at the time just to get her sorted so that she could be an indoor cat.

    Ever since then Suzie Q has been an one woman cat – Becki’s. She will hardly take any notice of me once the food is served on her dish and she will give me a polite nod for ‘Thank you’ if she feels like giving me some attention! At present, I do not take care of her as she still lives in Ireland and I am not. Becki has even taught her to sit down at command to get her dinner, and Suzie is only too happy to obey her favourite person on earth.

    A snippet of of what Becki wrote about Suzie Q – The Diva:

    I have loved all the cats that we have had. Each one has their own personality but there is one special lady that I am the closest with: Suzie. In the words of Tigger “we’re closer than teeth and gums.”

    She came into my life when I was about eight years old and I knew straight away she was going to be my girl but my parents didn’t agree. They thought that we don’t have room, money or time to take on another cat. I used to sneak Suzie in, feed her and if I couldn’t bring her in I would go out and stand in the rain as a protest that if Suzie couldn’t come in then I’ll stay out with her. My stubbornness eventually worked and I got my way. My dad and I went to the owners and asked if we could have her. They agreed and 16 years later she’s still my girl.

    My mum always says that Suzie knows I fought for her and that she remains loyal to me. In the early days she would scare my little sister and her friends and be very demanding (i.e. food, food, food) to my mum and dad. Now it’s funny to see the change in her from a feisty young lady to a big softy. Her newest demand now is cuddles ALL the time. I had a friend visit lately and she was puzzled to see that I and Suzie have the same “looks”. She asked, “Who taught who”, meaning some of our expressions that I and Suzie have are alike. I don’t actually know. I guess I learnt them from her. Funny that.”

    ”Yep, you and Suzie are ‘like 2 peas-in- a pod’ – you always were, hey.”

    This was my comment on the above writing.

    This for now. Riihele xx

  5. « The Dude and Critters AbideBlack Cat Top 10

    I found the link for this list on the excellent blog Your Black Cat. The Tails of Hope Animal Sanctuary obviously know what they’re talking about! From their website:

    Top Ten Reasons to Adopt a Black Cat!

    10. You’ll save $$ on their Halloween costumes.
    9. You can always find them in the snow.
    8. Holding a black cat is very slimming.
    7. Black cats will match any decor.
    6. A lint brush isn’t required for a black-tie affair.
    5. When you love a black cat, luck is on your side.
    4. Black cats are like onyx, a beautiful gem.
    3. Hey, they don’t care what color you are!
    2. Love knows no color.

    And the number one reason to adopt a black cat…

    1. They are the least likely to be adopted.

    Come by the BARC Shelter and meet Pluto, Kiwi, Kaia, Antonia, and the other black cats waiting for their lucky day to come.

  6. Look who’s living in our house now!

    This little guy turned up Friday night in our woodpile, in the rain. I’d gone out earlier that same day to get wood for the fire I built, and I’m surprised I didn’t see him. Sarah’s friend came over and presented him to us, saying, “Normally I don’t bring these, but here.”

    So we locked him in our bathroom and gave him food and a bath. We trimmed his claws and put flea repellent on him, and made sure he was house-trained. We kept him in the bathroom overnight, but he would cry and cry when we left him alone. About 6:30 Saturday morning I woke up and brought him into my room, where he snuggled my head and I fell asleep again. Dad and S came to visit him too.

  7. The Girl Who Cried Epiphany
    Notes from a spiritual questA Post About My Cats (and Milkweed and Bittersweet and Vine Swinging)
    Funny thing about epiphanies – not only are you glowing with insights about all that you never realized before, you are also glowing a little with shame at the silly things you did and said and thought before the revelation. Now I don’t plan to dwell too much on self recrimination, but I think it healthy to recognize a few minor revolutions in my perspective.

    Last week, buried in a post that rambled on about phenomenology I mentioned that we had a gotten a new kitten and were nervous about how our cat Banshee would accept him. In trying to describe the way that we felt the need to control feline nature rather than allow it to take its natural course and hence were disassociated from the greater patterns the universe, I did apologize for lowering the tone of this space to encompass house pets. Well, I’m not sorry and I am about to do it again.

    This afternoon I broke what has become a tradition for me since my husband started working Saturdays. Instead of hunching in my writing spot that is surrounded by windows and wondering if the squirrels were cold out there, I went out to join them. We have miles of trails behind the house – a nature preserve and state park in one direction and a great college town in the other – and it’s a big month if I get out there once. Ah yes, I am the ecofeminist who is too busy reading to feel actual wind in my hair.

    I tried to make it a walking meditation, but I realized there were brief statements sent in God’s general direction, but really I was just writing blog posts in my head and at one point was repeating “Row, row, row our boat” like a mantra. No real idea why the usual one was replaced with a nursery rhyme, but it might have been something to do with looking at the world through my mostly forgotten childhood eyes. I glanced at bittersweet on the way out and thought of the way Nanna used to collect armfuls of it. I noticed the milkweed pods, their white fur waiting for a strong breeze to send them dancing on the air and remembered collecting them near the swans’ marshes in Falmouth once upon a time.

    On the return trip I saw a vine hanging across the path and wondered if I could jump and reach it. Even though the November afternoon chilled my exposed belly, I grabbed hold and swung for a while; this was not a typical Saturday afternoon. When I came upon a patch of milkweed this time I climbed through the brush to feel its silkiness and liberate a few dozen parachutes of seed. So this was what it was like to notice the outer world, to delight in all that it invited me to see, to be.

    The sanitized, cerebral version of myself filtered through what I have studied presents an extremely limited view of who I am, and from what I know about epiphanies, they don’t thrive in the presence of limitation. How did I assume I could elucidate anything about my relationship to “Nature” when I was leaving out an inherent aspect of my own nature: I’m a sucker for anything four legged and furry. It’s a condition I’m really quite proud of and I do not even worry that this affliction gets worse with age (I slipped a promise of a puppy into my husband’s wedding vows – it’s been 13 months and Bacchus the golden retriever has yet to materialize, but that is another story).

    So my cat related epiphany is about patience and trust. After only seven days, the newcomer has pretty much been accepted by herself. His name is Seamus, and he is really quite shameless, and his dance with Banshee has taught me more in the last week about acceptance and adaptability than any self-help guru I’ve had occasion to hear.

    One Comment Leave a comment.
    On November 11, 2007 at 9:48 pm gukseon Said:
    Your cats are beautiful! I’m definitely a cat person

    And I have to say that I, too, can learn far more from watching a feline than I can from reading the entire output of any self-help guru on the market. Cats are generally much more “self-actualized” and closer to the Divine than many human beings, I think—probably why they come off as so confident (some would say “cocky” ).

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