Blind Cat Rescue & Sanctuary, Inc.
Helping Blind Cats "See" a Future
PATTY
In honor of Patty, who was very much loved by the Grizos Family and
crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on 8/7/06. "Patty, we love you and miss you"
MAX THE CAT
Max may have looked like a cat, but he was really a little person in a fur coat.
Max would listen respectfully and then give you his opinion. He would say "thank you"
by nodding his head and bowing to you, quite the courtly gent.
You see, Max was a very sophisticated New York City cat, and he certainly knew his manners.
He lived his thirteen years in a beautiful apartment in Manhattan, just like the ones you see
in fancy architectural magazines.
But Max never, ever forgot his roots. He was a shelter cat, and he knew he was lucky to have a lovely lady named Richelle as his companion human, and she in turn knew she was blessed to have him in her life.
So when Max realized it was time to cross over the Rainbow Bridge, he explained to Richelle that he would always be with her in spirit and memory and was departing with the comfort of knowing that he had been loved beyond words.
In loving memory of Max, forever.
TRIPOD
In memory of Tripod, our three legged friend who adopted us and looked after our back yard.
We miss him a lot and remember him fondly. Run like the wind buddy!
12/06 In memory of our beloved Boo Boo. Our darling little one-eyed boy, we are grateful that you spent your last year with us. Thank you for teaching us the meaning of feline love, which opened our hearts to adopting your buddies Buffy Mac and Sasha. We love you and will miss you forever. The McCamey family.... Marjorie, Natasha and Igor.
SHERMIE
In honor and memory of our sweet and very much missed little persian girl 'Shermie'
who died last spring of feline oral squamous cell carcinoma (September 8, 1996 - May 24, 2007
SIMBA
In memory of Simba...You came into my life as quickly as you left but I'm so glad I had 7 wonderful years with you. You were an amazing cat and more of a treasure than I could have ever imagined! Sydney, your adopted sister/mom, and I miss you terribly but know you are in wonderful hands! We love you so very much and will remember you always - Patty & Sydney
BELLA
Your Life was too short, but thank you
for spending it with me.
You kept me sane in Korea. I miss you!
JASPER
RAVEN
My dearest Raven crossed the Rainbow Bridge April 1st without my permission.
It will never be the same without you here sweet boy.
We all miss you and look forward to seeing you again soon.
Until then sleep tight best baby.
Daddy, Gino & Patches
MEMORIALS
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This page is to reflect on lost friends, both two legged and four, who have inspired us and left a lasting impression in our lives. Please take a moment to read “The Rainbow Bridge” and to honor the memory of those so deeply missed
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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Abigail
If there were an Opera Society for Cats, Abigail would certainly have been a member. Her purrs and trills were loud and beautiful, and you could hear them all over the house. When you came close to Abigail, you would be serenaded with the sweetest sounds you have ever heard.
Abigail spent most of her life as a “mouser” in a commercial establishment on Long Island, New York. When the building was sold, she was placed at The Humane Society in Manhattan.
As an older gal, and little on the chubby side, too, she was at The Humane Society for a long time. But one day she met the person who would love her dearly for the rest of her life. Before she left, every single volunteer at The Humane Society wanted to say goodbye, so it took a few days for Abigail to arrive at her forever home. And that is because she was the favorite of everyone at The Humane Society, not only because of her beautiful voice, but because she was a very sweet and affectionate girl, and everyone loved her.
Dearest Abigail, your sisters Dolly, Sabrina, and especially your good buddy Kate, miss you very much. And your human “Mom” misses you most of all. Thank you for the 16 months of love and devotion that you shared with us. You will never be forgotten, our dear little angel.
PRINCE FREDERICK
HENRY WILLIAM
In honor of Prince Frederick Henry William by Princess Charlotte Isabella, Princess Sophia and the Leibowitz Family. You will never be forgottten and will always be in our hearts
TROUBLES
I lost my best friend today. He didn't leave willingly, but I wasn't there to hold him back. While I slept he peacefully slipped away. If only I'd been there at the last to hold him close and comfort him. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I didn't know it was time for him to leave. If only he could have stayed a little longer. He was such a faithful friend. He gave me many a laugh and moments of pleasure.
Yes, he always lived up to his name, �Troubles.� As a young kitten he got lost one block over and stayed gone for a week. I finally found him going door to door looking the right one. And, when we would go out of town and leave him we could expect to come home and find something he'd broken in retaliation. He gave us a million laughs and we probably had to give him a million scoldings. But I was never really mad at him.
He liked to hide under the bed till the light was turned out, then attack your feet. He liked his water from a running faucet till he got so old he didn't feel safe up there.
He was a big cat, too, and ruled the neighborhood. He wasn't scared of anything from mice to rattlesnakes. Then he got too old, and it would break my heart to see younger cats slap at him and he'd look at me for help. After all, he was blind in one eye and slowed by arthritis. Right up to the last he still felt he had to go out and patrol the yard several times a day. Then he would come in, eat a snack, and then go to bed.
Once he had an operation on his face and had to wear one of those cones. We laughed so hard as he'd walk into the door frame because he couldn't judge distances, or he'd try walking backwards.
When he was young he'd sleep in my lap for hours as I'd watch TV. And in the mornings he'd wake you up by jumping onto your back, claws and 18lbs. of weight.
Nothing new could be brought into the house without him laying on it, no matter how much he was scolded. No dress could be made without his help. And, much to Kay's distress, he loved to lay on the sewing table. When the girls came to get their dresses he had to be there, as if to make sure they met his approval.
When it came to going to the vet he was a coward. I'd have to cover him completely up in a towel. Everyone at the vet's office thought I had an animal in bad condition under the towel and would act with such sympathy and curiosity. (If only they knew.)
I have pictures of him with 9 of our grandchildren as each came along.
Once I heard dogs after something in the woods. Without hesitation I bolted out of the house barefooted and into the woods I went to rescue him. I went through briars and over ditches. The undergrowth was up to my waist. I finally gave up and came back to the house, only to find him asleep.
For Christmas I gave him a bed. He knew right away it was his alone. No one else dared sleep in it. That last night before he left I went to say goodnight to him. He was laying in that bed. I petted him and his only answer should have told me something was wrong. It was like a growl, and he didn't lick my hand as usual. But, it was late, so I hurried off to bed.
When I saw him the next morning I knew right away he was dead. Then my heart died also. My tears were held back, only to soak the soil I later put over him.
It was a good 18 years, but couldn't it have been 19, or wouldn't 20 have been better? Now I'm just an old man without my best friend.
Troubles, you were a good cat. Goodbye, my friend.
