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



 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 


 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 





 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


 


 


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 


 


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


 



 

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BELLA

Bella was a cheerful, active cat who was lucky to find a wonderful family when she was over 10 years old.   She is very much missed by the Standeford family.
BOO - BOO
MURPHY
In Loving Memory Of Murphy.
Your Life was too short, but thank you
for spending it with me.
You kept me sane in Korea.  I miss you!
AMBER
In memory of Amber, beloved lap kitty and all round sweetie.  You are missed!!
PRECIOUS
She was my heart and she had the will to live of great lion.   Little Precious,  you are missed so much!!

JASPER

In Loving Memory of JASPER (aka) BABY-BEAR quite possibly "The World's Coolest Cat" in my eyes anyway! Sadly Missed   Mark
In memory of Niggie who was only 11 when lost his battle with cancer this year. He was definitely the coolest cat ever, I loved him dearly and miss him every day ,rest well sweet boy.
Niggie
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permanent memorial  on our Rainbow Bridge Memorial page 
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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

    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 .





     

    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

February 1, 2003

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.

When he got older he didn't want to be held and loved, but ever so often he would brush against my leg as if to say, �I still love you.� I really didn't mind the extra problems his old age caused. I was willing to continue cleaning up after him. Somehow he was confused about plastic bags and the litter pan. But what was that compared to all the years of loyalty and love he gave me. Lord, I just wanted a little longer. After all, we grew old together.
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.

On June 2, 2009 I took my dear friend, Pooky, on our hardest and last journey together. You see, Pooky had some health issues going on for a little over a year. She had heart problems and a skin disorder, but she was a little trooper and had been holding her own with the help of vet care and meds.

I first met this enchanting bit of fur here where I work around 12 years ago. I still can remember the first day I saw her running through the lunchroom as I scooped her up into my arms and said to her, I have always wanted someone like you. I consider myself very lucky that she took my words to heart and allowed me that wonderful privilege. It wasn't always easy as we had to learn to trust each other, but it came with time and patience on both are parts and I can certainly say there was nothing on earth more worth the effort than the relationship, the bond we had we each other. Everyone said She's your cat. I still don't know how I managed to be so lucky.

She was estimated to be about 7 yrs old at the time our paths crossed according to the vet. My only sadness at that was knowing I was not going to have the years with her that I had hoped for. But, God gave me my second gift. She lived to be 19 yrs old, so I had 12 wonderful years with this dear cat. But time takes its toll on all of us and in the past few weeks her health started to falter and the time to say that last Goodbye was drawing near. The decision wasn't easy as all we pet parents know who need to make it, but easy or not, I made up my mind I would see her through it to the end. You see, she gave me so very much over those 12 years, she gave me unconditional love, she gave her friendship, companionship and trust. She taught me that many, many animals don't enjoy the love and care that she had with me. She made me see that it is important to try and do what you can for the less fortunate ones. Because of this, I joined several groups, took a board position with one, met and tried to soak up any knowledge I could from many animal people, as we have come to be called. I have been fortunate enough to help a few animals on their way to a better life and with each of them goes a piece of Pooky. She will live on through each of them. I always say if I have helped in some way, thank my cat.

Though, my heart, my very soul aches so bad right now, I know with time Pooky's pawprints will begin to work their healing process on me. I have many, many fond memories of my dearest friend and she will always be a part of my life. God Sped My Dear Friend! Your Human Mom & Forever Friend, Linda

POOKY
ASHLEY
Dearest Ashley, when you came into my life two years ago, you were already very frail and ill.  I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so brave and making the best of every day.  You took your daily fluids and pills without complaint and only saw the joy in life.  I will miss your courage and gentle ways. I will never forget your beautiful little face and how happy you always were to see me.  Thank you for all the beautiful memories of you, which I will cherish forever.  Thank you for the lessons you taught me. Sleep in peace, my darling Ashley.  With love forever, Wendy.

MISTER SOFT AS SILK

"On 9/26/09, we said goodbye to Scootie.   We think he was 17 or 18 years.  He was suffering the effects of old age and he let us know that it was time.  We had time to spend with him and let him know how special he was.  There will never be another Scootie.  We adopted him in Durango, CO from the Humane Society.  Scoo has been with us through everything.  He moved cross-country in the Triumph, explored the Santa Cruz mountains (escorted), rode on our shoulders and learned to climb stairs.  It's amazing how a blind bundle of fur can affect you so deeply.  We miss him so much. "

SCOOTIE

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PUDDY
Puddy, my best friend, my angel, PTS 27 October 2009 3.45pm. I wish I’d known you for your full 20 years, the seven years we had together were the best seven years of my life. I love you more than you could imagine, you were my life, every time I had to go out I couldn’t wait to get home to you, you’d always be pleased to see me, couldn’t wait for us to sit and cuddle together on the little mat on the kitchen floor whilst I fed you Iams by hand. Every day you never failed to amaze me, you always knew how to look cute, pretend to be asleep and start snoring. The house is so empty and cold without you, I miss your kiss-kisses, those little licks which told me you loved me. The greenhouse looks so bare now without your boxes and blankets you loved so much, basking in the sun. I am so proud of you, even though you were weak, you never once complained, never cried, never whimpered, you were so brave and fought to the end, I knew you didn’t want to leave me. My heart feels broken forever, part of me died with you darling, please forgive mama for having to make the heartbreaking decision, I love you with all my heart and always will, wait for me Puds xx

Missy

 In honor of Missy who passed last April from kidney failure. She was the sweetest little cat, always purring and wanted to be on my lap. She was only eight years old, she should have had many more years to love. Missy will be remembered and loved furever.   Love April
THE  PICTURES SHOW 2 OF MY BEST BUDDIES THAT LEFT THIS WORLD IN 2009. THE ORANGE & WHITE CAT IS MR. BIGHEAD AND THE BLACK CAT WAS THE FAMOUS RATMEISTER. MR. BIG HEAD PASSED AWAY IN EARLY 2009 FROM CANCER (HOW I HATE THIS DISEASE). HE WAS APPROXIMTELY 13 YEARS OLD AND WAS A WONDERFUL COMPANION AND MY PAL. HE WAS FAMOUS FOR BEING ABLE TO HEAR A CAN OF CAT FOOD OPENING AT THE FIRST TURN OR PULL. HE CAME RUNNING LIKE A BOLT OF LIGHTNING AND IF YOU SAID "TUNA" LOOK OUT!  HIS LAST FEW MONTHS HE WOULD LAY ON THE BED BY ME AND USE HIS PAWS TO HOLD MY HAND AND WOULD NOT LET GO (HE KNEW THAT HE WAS VERY SICK).  I WILL MISS YOU BUDDY AS WILL ALL YOUR BUDDIES.
 
THE NEXT CAT WAS THE FAMOUS RATMEISTER. BORN IN SEPTEMBER 1988 AND PASSED AWAY ON 10/12/09 AT 21 YEARS OLD (YES 21 BUT WISH IT COULD HAVE BEEN 25). THAT WAS THE HARDEST DRIVE TO THE VET I HAVE EVER MADE. HE PASSED AWAY FROM KIDNEY FAILURE (OLD AGE). HE WAS A SKINNY YOUNG CAT WHEN BORN AND SKINNY OLD CAT ALL THE TIME TILL HE PASSED BUT FEAR NOT, HE WAS THE "BOSS" OF ALL THE CATS UNTIL THE LAST FEW MONTHS. YOU KEPT ALL THE FAMILY IN LINE AND WHENEVER I WOULD LEAVE I WOULD TELL HIM "RATMEISTER YOU ARE IN CHARGE'. SILLY BUT I THINK HE UNDERSTOOD. HE SLEPT EVERY NIGHT EITHER ON MY CHEST OR ON THE PILLOW NEXT TO ME AND FOLLOWED ME EVERYWHERE. 21 YEARS IS A LONG TIME SO I COULD NOT TELL YOU EVERYTHING BUT TRUST ME WHEN I SAY IT WAS QUITE A LIFE. I DID ALL I COULD FOR YOU BUDDY, BUT IT WAS TIME. NO MORE SUFFERING NOW AND YOU ARE BURIED NEXT TO MR. BIGHEAD ON MY ACREAGE (10 ACRES) WITH STONES PILED UP FOR BOTH OF YOU.
 
I WILL MISS BOTH OF YOU AS WILL ALL YOUR BUDDIES: MAVERICK, BUS STOP, BLINKY, MISS MULTI, POWDER SHMOWDER, JACKAL FLOPPER (WHO JUST HAD A FEW TEETH PULLED BY THE WAY), BRAVEHEART, PIPER SNIPER, CORNELIUS AND NOW THERE IS A "LITTLE BIGHEAD' (LOOKS JUST LIKE BIGHEAD).
 
OH BY THE WAY. PLEASE SAY A LITLE PRAYER FOR MY CAT "MISS MULTI" AS SHE HAD AN OPERATION (CANCER) IN EARLY JULY 2009 TO REMOVE HER SPLEEN, PART OF HER PANCREAS AND A FEW NODES BUT IS DOING JUST GREAT AND EXPECTED TO HAVE A GOOD LIFE.
Mr. Bighead & Ratmeister
On Monday Jan 18Th, 2010 my beautiful "baby boy" died in my arms. I watched your sweet body go still, and your little spirit soul went over the Rainbow Bridge and I just looked, I could not stop you from leaving me. My heart is broken into MORE then a million pieces.
I will miss touching you, I will miss giving you loving glances, I will miss you always wanting to be near me. Lastly, you helped me cope and get thru my painful hip surgery last year
You were my "best friend" always there thru it all.
I love you! I will remember you all the days of my life 
Till we meet again
Mommy, Daddy,
Roxie, Lucy, Cecil, Penny, Porter, Celia, Bailey, Baxter, Buttons (your cat brothers and sister.)
Sylvia
Renegade
JEANO
 
Jeano was not an especially pretty cat nor was she very friendly, but she was mine for seventeen years and kept me company on many lonely nights.  She was there when I was sick and when my father passed away.  She was the last link to a different part of my life.
 
Jeano will be missed a great deal by myself and my wife, along with her three best kitty friends (Polly, W, and Hanna).  She was far more brave than I today, when we went to the veterinarian's for the last time. 
 
So that old, unattractive, unfriendly, tortoise shell left me today, and went to be with her old friends (Buddy, Pepper, and Mandy).
 
 Jeano was one of a kind, I hope Rainbow Bridge exists and you get McDonald's french fries there.