This beautiful poem, written and sent to me by Michele Knight in honor of her dear cat Monkey
inspired me to add this page. If you've written a poem or story in memory of a furbaby who has crossed
the Rainbow Bridge and you'd like to share it, email me at
In Loving Memory of Monkey May 4, 1997
At the age of 18 years, following an 8 month battle with renal failure.
She was cherished by her human "parents", Michele Knight and Charlotte
Walker.
She was fastidious, her white paws and tummy never showing a trace of dirt.
Her eyes were clear and her ears alert.
Her fur was soft and never matted,
And birds she never killed, just batted.
How much we miss her, how much you will never know!!
She purred, we cried, when it was time to go.
Rest peacefully, sweet kitty, and never want,
Our memory you will always haunt.
As life goes on, we look around.
We notice ourselves upon this ground.
We look beside us, to our faithful friend,
who was with us all to the very end.
They have not gone, they did not die,
they're way above us, flying high.
The're always here, they're never gone,
They stay beside us, and we are strong.
My name is Stacy. I love cats so much and I hate the thought of one of them
dying. But when I was about 12 or 13 years old, our beloved cat of 13 years
named Wally passed away. He had been drawn to an odor at our neighbor's
house, Antifreeze. He drank some of it and went into all kind of intestinal
failure. He died that day,we had the vet put him to sleep. I held him as we
made our way to the vet, I'll never forget that day. I cried and cried. I
will miss him so. He was a great cat.
Then years later me and my sister brought home a homeless stray cat that was
wondering around my Pastor's house so we took it. He was scrawny looking and
obviosly needed a home and me being a lover of cats took him and fattened
him all up. I named him "Tom" but he usually answered to " KiKi". He never
left my side and even if I was picking a tick off of him or putting medicine
on one of his many hunting wounds, he always jumped on my lap like he knew I
wasn't deliberatly hurting him. Well, I had him for a good 7-8 years and he
passed away. I had moved out of my house so my mom was taking care of him
for me. It's still not clear what happened with him besides the fact we
weren't sure how old he was when we got him and that he was getting old. He
was my "KiKi" the lap cat. He loved attention and you always knew he was
right there ready to be petted. I loved them both.
I made up a prayer for Rambo, but alas, it didn't work and he's with Tomasina
now in kitty heaven. He died in my arms yesterday while I was rocking him by the fireplace.
It was peaceful and it was at home. Hope I get to go that way too.
A Prayer for Rambo
Dear God help Rambo, the scaredy cat of the house.
He's afraid of everything, especially a mouse.
He's been with Ed and Carole for fourteen years.
Dear Lord, they don't want to shed anymore tears.
Rambo's favorite food is turkey bacon.
Please, please don't let him be taken.
But if he has to go to kitty heaven, let him find
Tom cat and they can be at peace together.
This inspiring story was contributed by Anne Carlson
My husband died in the night, while my 8 year-old daughter was 2000 miles away visiting relatives. They were able to say their good-byes that night when he visited her in her sleep, somewhere in the delicate gap between the carnal and spirit world.
She described the beautiful clothing he wore as the brightness of the silver-gold light that streams from a cloud when sunlight filters around the edges.
She couldn't remember all the things they talked about, but was very clear about one thing. At his feet, about his Heavenly-spun-clothing were our two precious cats who had passed over 2 years before. This is all the proof I need to assure me God has a place for our beloved animals who patiently wait for us.
This beautiful poem was written by Kelly Jones in honor of her
sweet lil boy, Jelly Bean. He was born on November 09 2002 and died on the 07
July 2003.
For Jelly Bean
They say memories are golden, well,
maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted 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 no one else could 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 back one by one, the chain will
link again.
With this touching story, Sadonna Foland
pays tribute to her beloved Molly Q & introduces us to the recently rescued Pearl.
Over the Rainbow
Our sweet, lovable "Molly Q" has gone from our lives and she is painfully
missed. She did not go because it was her time. She went through the
cruelty of someone who used poison. We found Molly at a local animal
shelter. She was small and needed to be taken care of right away,
as someone dumped her and her siblings outside the shelter.
The moment I picked her up out of the cage and felt and heard
her purrs in my hand, we were bonded. She was so tiny we called
her "Molly Q." With help from our vet and good food and lots of
love she became the loving companion we wanted. We had good night
snuggles, and hiding under the covers was her favorite place to
sleep the night away, safe and protected. I can truthfully say,
She gave as much love as she required back. She filled our lives,
our hearts, our arms for two years.
Our mistake was a beautiful spring afternoon we allowed her to
play in the sunshine while we worked in the flower gardens. So little time passed. She wandered into a neighbors pasture and somehow in that short time she found something that changed all of our lives forever. That evening we took her in to the doctor, we knew her well. So we knew all was not right. She was in the "hospital" for three days and nights and finally she could fight no more and she left us with broken hearts. It took a long time, but one day, we spotted on the net a "look a like" kitten. We drove 200 miles to rescue her as she was on her last days in the Humane Society who could only handle so many. She is with us now. She has many of Molly Q's ways and many of her own. She is one of a kind and her name is "Pearl." She is and will be a house cat. No more outside no matter how she lays in the window and longs for the romp in the woods. I want her with us for as long as she can stay in this world.
It took a long time before we could love another cat, but there are
so many out there that need homes. I'm glad we could open our hearts
once again and risk such pain. But we needed her and she needed us
and I know that Molly Q would have approved. As she will live in our
hearts and thoughts forever.
I think anyone who has lost furry family member will identify with these poems that
Joan Gallo wrote for her much-loved and much-missed Gizmo.
Go To Sleep I woke up Sunday morning
and went about my day
I went into the bathroom;
there on the sink you lay
You waited for me to brush my teeth
so you can drink from the tap
and when you were done, you layed back down
and continued with your nap
We all got dressed, there were things to do
so we hurried out the door
when we returned, on the sink you lay
just as you were before
Lying there on your side
something just wasn't right
There was a sudden change in you
that happened over night
The doctor called us in the room
and said you reached the end
The time had come to say goodbye
to our fluffy feline friend
She carried you in her arms to the room where we had waited
She promised us you'll feel no pain;
you were heavily sedated
She layed you on the table
and not to my surprise
out of habit I took a tissue
and I began to clean your eyes
I stroked your head and kissed your face
and I could not hold back my tears
You gave this family lots of love
through all your thirteen years
I still have your baby that you carried around the house
you took it from me when you were two months old, and since then it's been like your spouse
Now you're gone and we miss you so
our home is not the same
I don't know whether to laugh or cry
when our parrot calls your name
I'll miss your purring in my ear
as you did every night
Go to sleep our beloved Gizmo
while mommy turns out the light.
Your Pretty Floral Tin The day we layed you down to rest
was the hardest thing to do
I never dreamed when I woke up
it was my last day spent with you
I'm finding it hard to deal with this loss;
I cannot stand the pain
My bay window is empty now
where you sat and watched the rain
If I had known that Sunday morning
was my last day spent with you
I would have put everything aside
to spend your final hours with you
The renal failure that took your life
was a race you could not win
Rest in peace our beloved Gizmo
in your Pretty Floral Tin
The beautiful poem to follow was written by
Laurel Zanardelli on Samhain, 2000. She sent it
along with this touching message:
"It's funny, I was just thumbing through Yahoo search for "cat pictures", and came upon your site.
Bast in her wisdom must have told me to share my memorial of my 'firstborns' again.
My beautiful Dizzy died of FUS in 1996, he was 12 then and surprised most by living to that age.
Zachary, was 18 in early 2000, when he choose to go to the Lady.
Lastly, my beautiful Squeak was 17 1/2 when chronic renal failure was diagnosed. He lasted for 6 more months. When we let him go the day before Samhain, 2000, this memorial came to me as I sat grieving. I hope that it comforts someone.
Happily, I know that they do come back to visit us. I feel them jump up on the couch as
I watch TV, brush around my legs, and in lots of other ways.
My 'second born' are the 6 kiddens that I now have. I know that "my boys' would approve of them,
and have no doubt given them all lessons on teasing the Mom.
Hope this finds you well,
Blessed Be,
Laurel"
For Squeak
The Great Goddess Bast looked down on her son,
and said, "Kitty Mau, it's time that you come
home, to where you're again young and free,
and there is no pain to hinder thee.
Come to the Summerlands, I'll show you the way
to where Zachary and Dizzy are waiting to play."
So the beautiful Squeakers looked at Mom and Dad,
and said, "Please let me go now, and don't be sad.
This body I'm in now is so full of pain.
Let me go to the Summerlands, and live again.
Zachary and Dizzy are waiting for me,
and we'll all come back to see you, you'll see.
You'll feel the light touch of our paws in the night,
just checking to make sure you both are all right.
I promise we'll come back, Mom and Dad, you see,
the Great Goddess Bast promised it to me."
Thanks to Tina for
sharing these stories of her beloved fur angels.
In memory of Tiger and Thomas
Both my cats were loved dearly by all the family especially their mom, whom i have known since
the day that she was born. She grew up with me and had three kittens. one went to a wonderful
home, the other two stayed here with me. Both were wonderful kittens, playful, loved everyone.
Thomas had a problem. he had asthma and he was born half blind. His father liked him a lot and
showed him how to be a cat. taught him how to catch flies and other creatures. he also taught
him how to mate. The vet said it wasn’t that bad and that the blindness would go away. but he
became fully blind. Both father and mother helped him find his food and helped him about.
they really cared for him. Then one day I went outside and found my cat ginger on the street.
he was outside and a car hit him. I felt so sad. his brother Thomas came with me to watch me
burry him and he was very sad. He stood by the grave for the whole afternoon. the mother also
was there. After some months passed Thomas disappeared. we couldn’t find him anywhere and we
felt really sad. A few weeks later we found his body by a tree near by. Loosing both my cats
feels like loosing a best friend wich is a part of you. it takes a part of you leaving nothing
but emptiness.
I believe that both my cats are up there somewhere watching me. I think they come down at times;
sometimes I feel their presence and I think that they are there. I feel the cat brushing against
me. I feel it jump into my lap when I am sitting. I feel it is there when I am sad.
I know it will always be with me and always love me and I hope we meet again someday.
For the two best cats on earth, wishing you a lovely time up there. I hope we meet again
someday.Thinking of you always.
Jennifer Stoey wrote this lovely tribute to her dear
cat, Scratchy:
The Best Cat
My cat's name is scratchy, she was born november 1986, and I had to put her to rest last
night August 9, 2004, the worst day ever in my life. I do not know how i am going to continue
without her, the love of my life, the best cat in the world. She was a very healthy cat,
up until about a year ago she went deaf, and the worst, a few days ago i heard her making
a wierd noise, i went to check on her and she was what i found out to be having seizures,
which got worse as the days went bad, she was peeing all over herself when this would happen
and then she just couldn't walk anymore. it was the hardest decision i made to let her go,
i didn't want to but i know that it was selfish of me to keep her around like that, and
I know now that she is at peace.
Kar'rin created this beautiful tribute for her sweet Mercury
My name is Zoe. I love cats so much. I hate seeing them suffer and die
but about a year ago the most faithful cat I ever had passed away.
She always had a problem. She never grew; she would just stay the size of an older kitten.
She was never in pain and so we took care of her as if she were normal.
She never got into a fight like our other three cats.
She was not scared of anything and when she heard something she would get in front of me and
stay there until it passed. But one day, she began to stop breathing so we took her to the vet
and he kept her but the next day they called me and told me she had passed on.
But i don't believe him because at night I can still hear her and feel her presence watching
every movement I make and correcting it and now I know she will always be with me.
This touching tribute to a very special cat comes from kakimmons
Yesterday, I faced the decision we all dread. My loyal pet for 20 years (March 15, 1985 to May 21, 2005) was in an unrecoverable condition. According to the vet, the most we could hope for was a few more months of life, and one of discomfort filled with medical bills and painful procedures at that. My own review of the x-rays confirmed what he had said. Rather than force a body that was already at the end of its resources to go even further, I decided to give her to God. She was my loyal pet, as I said, for 20 years, literally more than half of my life. Every day for that period, I was greeted at the door when I came home. Every day she was the one who was sure that I was up in time to go to work. Our love for each other pulled her through heart failure at the age of 17 1/2 and at that time, I knew we didn't have long to be together. I promised myself then that I would cherish every day we did get, and I can say that is exactly what I did. Not a day went by that she wasn't cuddled, and scratched and loved. The last 2 1/2 years were a gift from heaven above. Now, the house has a profound emptiness to it. Who would have ever thought that a 6 pound feline could have such an impacting presence! She will never be replaced and will be greatly missed! I know one thing from having experienced her noble life. She was capable of great love and cared for me very much. To those who say that the death of a pet is just "the end", I do not believe that God above would create the capability to love without giving that love some purpose after thisr life here is over. I know I will see her again.
MAX, MY SOUL MATE PUSSCAT loved always by Pat Blacklock
April sent this loving tribute to her beloved Ke-Ke:
he was the frist cat I ever had and I had him for 14 years.
There are some days I just dont think I can go on but I know my son wants me to be happy.
He was so funny he knew the sound of his dads car and let me know he was home. And keke came
to me when i whistled for him. And he slept with me at night and when he wanted me to get
up he would lick my nose till i got up to give him some treats. KE-KE love to go outside on
his chain and try to get all the birds boy he was funny. MY DEAR SON KE-KE we will miss
and LOVE you till me meet you in HEAVEN.
LOVE, MOM AND DAD and little brother CASPER
This touching tribute to a very special cat comes from kakimmons
Yesterday, I faced the decision we all dread. My loyal pet for 20 years (March 15, 1985 to May 21, 2005) was in an unrecoverable condition. According to the vet, the most we could hope for was a few more months of life, and one of discomfort filled with medical bills and painful procedures at that. My own review of the x-rays confirmed what he had said. Rather than force a body that was already at the end of its resources to go even further, I decided to give her to God. She was my loyal pet, as I said, for 20 years, literally more than half of my life. Every day for that period, I was greeted at the door when I came home. Every day she was the one who was sure that I was up in time to go to work. Our love for each other pulled her through heart failure at the age of 17 1/2 and at that time, I knew we didn't have long to be together. I promised myself then that I would cherish every day we did get, and I can say that is exactly what I did. Not a day went by that she wasn't cuddled, and scratched and loved. The last 2 1/2 years were a gift from heaven above. Now, the house has a profound emptiness to it. Who would have ever thought that a 6 pound feline could have such an impacting presence! She will never be replaced and will be greatly missed! I know one thing from having experienced her noble life. She was capable of great love and cared for me very much. To those who say that the death of a pet is just "the end", I do not believe that God above would create the capability to love without giving that love some purpose after thisr life here is over. I know I will see her again.
His was totally jet Black & his name was Willie. He was abandoned near a sewer drain.
Only a clump of leaves saved him from going into the sewer. Thank Goodness he was
found. He was special & oh so smart. He stole all our hearts. We ended up calling him Big Sweet. He weighed 15 pounds. He will never be forgotten. Nice to be able to write about him.
About 12 years ago I rescued my Miss Kitty as a kitten. She had been left alone in a trailer since her previous owner was sent to jail and never told anyone he had a kitten. By the time I got her she was dehydrated and very, very thin. It was a miracle she was still alive, she had survived on carpet fuzz and toilet water I guess. I fell in love with my little black & white tuxedo kitten immediately.
I took her home, bathed her and made a vet appointment as soon as I could as she had worms, ear mites and everything else. I had her fixed and gave her tons of TLC. At one point we had to have a lot of her teeth removed due to the malnutrition she had endured in the beginning of her life.
But after that she was for sure an angel kitty from heaven. She was my quiet beauty, never any behavior problems, litter problems she was as perfect as a cat can be. We loved her so deeply and unconditionally as she did us. Then as with every living creature time takes its toll.
She began to lose weight in March 05; by June of 05 she was gone. I watched my baby go from a fat, (14 lbs.) happy cat young and playful. To a small but happy old cat. We tried everything but to no avail. I sat down one night and had our “talk”. I told her she had to tell me when it was time to let go. She had not purred, swished her tail or meowed for about 2 months. Just laid there. That night while I was talking to her telling her it was ok to go to the Rainbow Bridge I understood. And by the grace of all that is in Heaven she swished her tail ever so slightly and purred as I stroked her frail little body. I told her thank you for all the years of love & companion ship but it was time for both of us to let go. The next day I had decided to take her for her last vet trip. When I got home I picked her up & wrapped her in her favorite blanket to take her. But God intervened and on the way to the vet as I was cradling her in my arms she passed to the bridge.
We cried and laid her to rest next to her big brother Max the Siamese who had passed a couple years before. I know she is at the bridge waiting for the rest of her human and animal family.
Good Bye my darling little rescue. You will always be in my heart!
~ Momma Char
Jim Annarelli wrote this lovely tribute to Abigail Louise
In loving memory of Abigail Louise
June 17, 2006
Beloved companion of Diane Ferris.
She was as beautiful in spirit as in appearance.
With thankfulness for her 20 years of life.
We adopted Pekoe from the humane society last summer, along with her brother, Curry and another female kitty, Elsa.
We called her Pekoe (after the tea) Pie-like Sweetie Pie. She was a very intelligent kitty-she always came when
called and she loved to play fetch with jingly balls. Even in the middle of the night she would hop up on the bed
and drop the ball by our feet and meow for us to throw it. She loved Patrick especially, and usually slept either
on his chest or next to Amy's legs. Pekoe had an especially loud purr like her brother, and they were very close.
She often swiped at the dogs for no reason, but the dogs are still grieving her. Though her time with us was so short, s
he left big pawprints on all our hearts!
If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, we would walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.
Return to the Society of Meditative Cats Memorial List
Thanks to Digits.com we know that
you're thecatpurrson to cross our
path
Return to the Society of Meditative Cats Memorial List