Junior
Junior was laying next to the highway near Junior Bonds farm in Colorado, therefore the name. He was a kitten with a mal formed hip. I was surveying near there, picked him up and carried him for three miles back to the truck. He did not know he was a cat at first and constantly stayed with our dog Ranger when he was young. My best friend called him Junior Bug and the name stuck. He loved to play hide and seek. The favorite game was trying to sneak outdoors or race your step to glance off of your legs. He had a noticeable limp which did not hinder his rambunctious life. There was complete trust between us. He eventually succumbed to kidney failure after we shared 10 years together. He will always be with me in thought. Junior Bug was my little buddy.
- Dan & Susan
Ella and Sidney, you were two of the most beautiful people we have ever had the privilege of knowing. You brought only beauty and happiness into our lives. While our time with you was too short, our darlings, we will remember you and miss you for a lifetime.
Romeo was a gift the world held too briefly. He was born blind with cognitive and cardiovascular problems. A very handsome man, Romeo enjoyed eating the bottom half of cranberry muffins, hanging out on the yoga mat, chasing his noisy toys and being cuddled. Although Romeo experienced challenges, he was perfect in his own way, gave and received a tremendous amount of love and showed the beauty of adopting a special needs pet. I miss him very much
Smokey
was my first cat. I picked him up on the campus of Hofstra University.
He had an incredible personality and never really became an adult
cat. Well into his adult life, he could become fascinated with
his reflection in his water bowl (read, ‘the marauding intruder
must be attacked’). His favorite pastime was to chew up anything
made of paper. After he shredded a $20 I became a lot more careful
about leaving papers around. He traveled well, spending a number
of summers in the Adirondaks with us. Smokey shared our lives
for 16 years, when he suddenly succumbed to acute renal failure.
It was then that I learned that we only borrow animals; they belong
to another world and are graciously loaned to us to teach us how
to love.
Chessie
joined the family about a month after Smokey’s demise. She was
dumped at our barn in a cardboard box, accompanied by two kittens,
which of course were taken immediately. So on a fateful day in
February I brought her home. Chessie was a ‘people’ cat; if you
made a lap, you were her best friend. On her first car trip upstate
for summer vacation, she revealed operatic tendencies. I believe
she sang the entire Wagner “Ring” cycle between NYC and Lake George;
people were actually looking at the car to see what was in there!.
After 15 years she succumbed to a inoperable lymphatic tumor.
To the very end, she showed her love for me by purring as I held
her that final time.
Noi survived
getting hit by a car at six months, lost his tail (and some marbles)
due to the accident, got better and never looked back! He lived
a happy life. His job on this Earth was to amuse us and make us
forget our troubles, and he was awesome at it. We miss you, funny
guy.
Coolie
was as sweet as could be. During her first year she grew up with
a German Sheppard and would get baths along with him. When we brought
her home she loved water and would race to the shower each morning
to wait for some water to be splashed on her. She was beautiful,
independent and talked non-stop. The minute we got into bed each
night she would get under the covers and go to sleep. When we
brought our second cat, Eugene, home she was not happy but they
soon became fast friends. When Coolie was about 15 years old she
developed a tumor in her jaw. We made life as comfortable as possible
for her and when it was time to say goodbye I held her in my arms
and told her how much I loved her and how special she was. She
is truly missed.
Falasha never let her kidney problems stop her from chasing paper balls, hunting birds and torturing stray pieces of string. She was a joy in our home when we most needed it, and we are honored to have taken care of her during her short but happy life.
Eugene
was the love of my life. I rescued her from the basement of an
Italian bakery on Mulberry Street in Manhattan. When I went downstairs
to see the cats and kittens they all ran except for her and she
came up and smacked my ankle. So basically she chose me. She was
a little devil from the beginning. One night when I got home from
waitressing, I put my money on the bed and then it disappeared,
the little Eugene had taken it. When Eugene was about 16 she became
ill. The last year of her life was a special one. She was needy,
demanding and always had to be with my husband and myself and
let me just say I LOVED IT. When it was time for her to leave
we were devastated. She was a very very special cat and will always
have a place in our hearts and memories.