Sleeping with Tigger now, for the last time.
And she has gone.
She is just now a body. No life left now.

She is just a body now, I think her soul has left her.
Last date with Tigger....
I've slept with her moments whilst she watched seabeams in the rain. Some of which she has seen that I have not. Such has Tigger seen such things with me.

Time for Tigger to pass on.
She has shared with me all her dreams.
And has passed them on now. To me, her most beloved friend for over 14 years, since I had her as a kitten I could hold in my palm. And now, I must pass her care along to God.

Tigger's dreams are mine now.
Tigger is just passing on her dream waves to me as she readies for her passing.

This is her time.
And, I suppose, now to die.

God bless Tigger in her trip to the Rainbow Bridge, I shall hug and hold her through the passage.

I shall guide her, gently, to wherever she must go now.

Gently, sleeping upon my chest, she has left me.
Her journeys are now beyond my own.
She left her final breaths upon my chest, sleeping true and kind upon the one that loved her since a kitty.

Tigger has gone. I am not sure what I shall do with her until I can bury her properly in the back yard. Probably put her in the freezer until I can properly bury her.

I now go to places that her soul only can take me, on a journy that only she can guide me........

All of her life's memories she transferred to me upon her passing.
Meow forever, Tigger.

I am lost now.

Time for Tigger to go now, and she has left me now.
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She is gone now..............

May God bless her little, innocent soul.
God bless my little Tigger kitty.
For she is in YOUR hands now.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

If you love me and Tigger.........
There is one last thing you could do in her memory....... You cannot help Tigger now, but she was a barnyard rescue. And you could still do this for other kitties in need. Like Tigger was so many years ago.
Please, help other Tiggers....................

Donate whatever you wish to the Fox Valley Humane Association. In her honor.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Wishing you lots of strength Mark.

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Wishing you lots of strength Mark.

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

Wishing you lots of strength Mark.

I am going to need that in the days coming..

I now have to figure out.........and this is reality, not spirituality, when I can give her a burial.....

I might have to, and this sounds sick, if I might have to put her in my freezer until spring when the ground thaws so I can give her a proper burial./

This is just something else I shall have to deal with.

The only other alternative is to take her body to the vet and heve her cremated...........and I don't wish to do that.
The only kitty I did that to was the original Tigger, because I was under duress and did not know what else to do.

Her ashes are still on my hearth, and I intended to have somewhat of a ceremony under different circumstances this spring.

I am forced to make an unusual choice. I can put Tigger's body in the freezer until that time, or take her body to the vet for immolation.

Sick as it might seem, I might put her body in the freezer next to the pizzas.
This a sick choice, but what other do I have now?

I don't see any other way out of my dilemma.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Requiem for a cat.
Perhaps for Tigger II........

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

I never knew where Tigger was going.
Through all of her life, I never knew.
Believe me, I never did.

She lived the life of a Pooh Bear.

Life was her master, taken or given by none other that herself.

She took all her days mastered by only herself.
Chased all the bees in the hive.

And in her end, she knew no other love than myself.

Choosing to be one with me chest.
And thereupon she passed away with Tigger dreams that nobody could take from her anymore.

And she was quite serene as she pass on my chest, that Tiggger cat of my dreams.
And hers apparently too.

Not all cats pass to the Rainbow Dream..or Bridge. As serenely as Tigger did.


The passage is not always so kind.....but.....God blessed her as she travelled onward... The time had finally come.

And, so, Tigger has left me..............
No other place to go. Nothing more I can say.
My Tigger has gone.

Now I am left alone without her to carry on.
My My Tigger, my Pooh bear.

At this time, I am not sure how I am supposed to be able to do that.\

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

What I cannot tell you, nand what is now lost, is those who have helped me do what I have done.

Tigger was always there, sniffing the computers to make sure I had made the right adjustments, alwaqys there, sniffing and approving.

She was really always my kitty who knew and understood.

Now, I guess it is my time to tell you......

Pay attention, setizens,
For....I am the one who knocks.

And best if pay me what I ask.

For I ask only twice, and then take what I had asked for politely the first time.

Now. I ask for twice what do you want from me"


the front door scene.


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Do realize just who you are talking to?

NO.

I AM the one who knocks.
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yTLqpUrztk]You did not really think I did this without an alternate source of income? Indeed./

60 k buiding fire trucks does just not make it.
When I got diognosed with lung cancer about two years ago, kids, all bets were off them. I was buliding fire trucks like a simple mechanic. And I was determined to leave a better life for my kitties.
and not something Seti..../Not you any more.
Like Walt White, I had to make something more for my legacy.............for them.

Now that Tigger is dying, and I am as well, seems time to bone up.



I knock. And if you are the unlucky person to answer......you pay or die.

I knock, you listen. And you shut your mouth and listen.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Tigger had a good life with you.

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The mind is a weird and mysterious place

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I go to bed now.

Maybe one last dance with Tigger./

Maybe her last one with me.

Gone for the night.
I may just follow her and find out.
Where it is that kitties go..........

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Condolences

Look after yourself.

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Kevin

I am still looking for her body, which seems to have vanished from my bed in the middle of the night.

And I have not been able to find it, or her, anywhere. I know that cats find crazy places to crawl into when they are threatened, or life ending circumstances.
I cannot find Tigger II after an extensive search.

She did not ascend into the cosmos. And I do not wish to wait for the obvious signs of decease or decay.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster

Reposting as it seems to be required now:

I dunno whether this will help, but, hey, it's what works for me:

I don't get too broken up when one of our cats goes over the rainbow bridge because:

... without us, they'd live half as long, sleep outdoors in the bitter winter, get fleas and rabies and scars from innumerable fights, starve most of the time, and live always in fear of when the next meal or threat will be.

... with us, their lives are filled with cuddles, kibbles, being brushed, twenty hours of catnaps some days, and their biggest fear is a smack or a squirt for ripping up the furniture.

So, knowing that their lives are so brief, when they go I am glad to have made their existence so much longer and happier than it would have been otherwise. If I got broken up about it I'd probably switch to turtles; they live a long time and aren't very cuddly.

You have two who need you more than ever, so keep well and think of them. And look for her somewhere warm.

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Reposting as it seems to be required now:

I dunno whether this will help, but, hey, it's what works for me:

I don't get too broken up when one of our cats goes over the rainbow bridge because:

... without us, they'd live half as long, sleep outdoors in the bitter winter, get fleas and rabies and scars from innumerable fights, starve most of the time, and live always in fear of when the next meal or threat will be.

... with us, their lives are filled with cuddles, kibbles, being brushed, twenty hours of catnaps some days, and their biggest fear is a smack or a squirt for ripping up the furniture.

So, knowing that their lives are so brief, when they go I am glad to have made their existence so much happier than it would have been otherwise. If I got broken up about it I'd probably switch to turtles; they live a long time and aren't very cuddly.

You have two who need you more than ever, so keep well and think of them. And look for her somewhere warm.

Nailed it!

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The T1 Trust, PRR T1 Class 4-4-4-4 #5550, 1 of America's First HST's

Nailed it!

+2

:):)

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I've had a deceased kit kat in Refrigerator(not freezer) for six weeks, and Kit Kat was still Fresh, as at the end. I kept putting burial off, due to My Emotional Pain of Kit Kat's death.

Kittyman said:

When I got diognosed with lung cancer about two years ago, kids, all bets were off them.

Very Sorry to hear this. You Are Very Stout to have lasted until now. Lung Cancer is many times, a relatively quick demise and Horribly Painful.

Much of The Kittie Prose you have Spake has Moved Me. Thank You for it.

Otherwise, I Dislike You Tremendously.

I May Go Before You and All Will Be Happy.

Yap.

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May we All have a METAMORPHOSIS. REASON. GOoD JUDGEMENT and LOVE and ORDER!!!!!

Very sorry for your loss of Tigger, Mark.
Stay strong.

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Mark, sorry for your loss. I know how you feel about your family. It's never easy and I hope your remaining kitties help you with your grieving.

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As amazing as her life was, her death was also.
I saw her lifeless, near her kibble bowl last night.
I could not find a breath nor a heartbeat. That is why I thought she died last night. I thought it was over.

But................another miracle kitty.

I did not wish to disturb her, so I went to bed and cried my eyes out.
When I awoke, dear Tigger II had managed to crawl upon my chest and expired there.
I cannot say how special that was. She had once 100th of her 9th life left, and used it to get to me.

Until the very end, she was my kitty and loved me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much that she had to die with me near.
I could not ask anything more of a kitty cat.
She passed away with her paws around my neck and her head on my chest.

And in doing so, saved me the pain of making a life decision for her.




Such kitties do not come along every day.
Barnyard rescue, she was. Just a stray with no place to call home.
An exGF brought them to me asking for help, because she knew the wild wolves would come for them otherwise.

Could I keep them safe for just a couple of days? A couple of days turned out to be 14 years. She came back once to check on them, after 6 months...LOL.
She said, you see, they love you honey, I cannot take them back to the woods now. And it was written. I was stuck with them. Shucks.

Fit in the cup of my hand, and she found her home.

Damned if I did not sucker in for that one. Hook, line, and kitten.
I got took. Damn, did I ever. And forever thankful for it.

For over 14 years.

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"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting." Alan Dean Foster