My mom and dads cat passed on on the 8th of February 2007... and this will be my little memorial for him. Please feel free to post replies! He lives on in my heart, and by you reading this, a little piece of him might live on in yours too - and that's not a bad place to be! I do not know whom ever wrote that poem, so I'm afraid I cannot credit it to the author... if I could, I would.

PUS



May you be chasing those butterflies at Rainbow Bridge! One day we'll meet again, until then my love, sweet dreams!



Pus was a BIG boy! 7 kilos, not fat, but very solid!
His favourite food was freshly boilt fish, and poor souls that was nearby if there was no fresh fish on offer! lol!
My mother and father took him in when he was a very young, hungry and homeless kitty.
They gave him love, warmth, safety and food... all the things he'd never had before.

He wasn't a very loving boy, and several times my mother had to go to the doctor with wounds where he bit her...
Sometimes a lot of people didn't like Pus... but even though he was sometimes feared, he was always loved!

My mother arranged for a basket for him, and added one of her old tops to it... he had that basket until the day he died. The tops had to be changed now and then, as he suckled them to bits!

My father built him a house for outside, incase he didn't get in for the night.

I used to love going home, to be met by cuddles from Pus - 7 kilos is a lot of cuddles! He's purr like crazy and dool all over the place! He also used to sleep in my bed each time I went home for a visit.



This poem I've read so many, many times, but it still feels so beautiful to me... this ones's for you Pus:

"They Say Memories Are Golden,
Well Maybe That Is True...
I Never Wanted Memories,
I Only Wanted You.

A Million Times I Needed You,
A Million Times I Cried...
If Love Alone Could Have Saved You,
You Never Would Have Died.

In Life I Loved You Dearly,
In Death I Love You Still...
In My Heart You Hold A Place,
That No-One Can Ever Fill.

If Tears Could Build A Stairway,
And Heartache Make A Lane,
I’d Walk The Path To Heaven,
And Bring You Back Again.

Our Family Chain Is Broken,
And Nothing Seems The Same...
But As God Calls Us One By One,
The Chain Will Link Again."



Thank you Pus, for letting me be a part of your life... and thank you for being a part of mine!