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| Ok,Since the change in plan,a full moon burial in Buf's yard is no longer a option.Appointment with Dr.Burrin's at 4 PM.Purrby will be placed in a large plastic black bag and placed in a freezer because he has to be kept at 32 degrees. I told Doc my AC was very cold and he said not cold enough. He was very nice on the phone,I had many questions for him and he was very patient and compassionate.They pick him up from Miami.on the 19th,day after my birthday.I will have his ashes in a few weeks in a plain brown box (like dad) and then I will pick a special urn for my Purrby Boy.Something unique. If I were in the country,I would find a beautiful field with butterflies and dragonflies,but alas no country here.All the gardens are private.The Orchid Garden,Botancial Gardens(TweetyBird is there) risked arrest doing that. Purrby is too big and I think they would notice a laundry basket being carried in.I don't know any other options. I didn't want to upset Ramona.I mean she loved my guy.She took care of him alot when I lived on Cindy Avenue.She told me after I had met Elio that Purrby needed medical attention.He had been bit by a scorpion or another animal.Sure enough the vet told me if I hadn't came with him when I did,he would have lived maybe 2 more days.It turned out too be another animal,probably a cat and the wound had healed over and caused a huge abcess.This is when I moved and left him bandaged at the fish house in 96.He disappeared quickly from there. Lost,too me for over 3 weeks until the happy day,early in the morning.We were on the way to the boat and Elio said "That looks like Purrby"I opened the door,said his name and he jumped up on my lap.Then he would come every am and pm to eat and we both were so happy.Two months later I moved again and lost him for another 2 weeks. He found me again~meowed at the new door and ran in and now he is leaving this house,his home,our home together for over 7 years.He has been a welcome and loved companion here since September 96. When Purrby was leaving,he wrapped his paw with all his might around my finger.Not a full both paws hug like he used to do,but just the one and he looked at me.I could see my reflection in his eyes.I did close his eyes,they still are open a speck like when a cat naps there eyes are kinda open.I really keep getting all emotional over this.I am going to print out a beautiful 8x10 glossy photo of him.I must find just the right one. |
| Rhea will be back before 4.I am going to go home afterwards with her.I think it is so endearing that she is here for me. Everyone that has viewed Purrby,says the same thing.He is smiling and looks just like he is a sleep.No anquish on his face showing his last horrifying gasps for air. I am thankful that I was right by his side.Cupping his head in my hand,asking what I could do to help him.Telling him it was okay too let go. He fought for a full very long 4 minutes.When I thought he was gone,eyes fixated,I put my head back to his chest and listened.All of a sudden he would jump and gasp again.I then continued to listen,the last gasp,the stiffness,yet still warm too my touch. I heard his last heartbeat. I am still crying inside.Not the loud sobbing as I did when I was on the phone with Polly. With so much love I knew she understood my sobs of loss.When I told Arissa she screamed.I know how much she needed and wanted to see her Purrby.Even Gilbert called and said how much he was going to miss Furball.That's what he called him.Everyone seemed to have a name for him. Poncho,Elio called him that.I will never forget the times I corrected him and said his name is Purrby. I remember when he first came to my house.Halloween 95.The night Ramona's Step son and daughter were killed in that horrid headon accident with there kids in the backseat seeing the entire process.They were going Trick or Treating in Orlando.A drunk driver hit them. Well,that is the same night Purrby came too me.I called him "Ghost" until my mama said that was not a good name for a cat.From then on he was Purr,because he purred so loud,like a old man.I later called him Purrby because his purring had started sounding so soothing and soft. The time is approaching 4 PM. I am so thankful Rhea is going with me.I feel odd that he is going to be put in a freezer.For how long? Waiting to get the brown box and reminders all over again.Some 55th birthday this is going to be on the 18 th for me. Dr.Burrin assured me it would be a private cremation but I told him I know how they do these things.I said for that price he should have a band playing a cat's meow or something. He made me laugh and then I said well,this is a first for me and I know it is old hat too you. He said Purrby was the most extraordinary cat.No ruft like most cats have,up by neck where you can pick them up easily and safely if need arises.He called him a mix between a rabbit and a football player.His individual foot measured nearly five inches.Those endearing mitten toes. I am writing rather random as thoughts keep popping in my head.The little girl next door asked about Gato (Spanish for cat) and I told her he had died and she said where is he,I want to see him.She was so cute,she petted him and said he looks so beautiful.She is only 5,speaks English. Nancy was so emotional.She watched Purrby when I was on vacation,and she loved Purrby.She kissed him on his nose and sobbed as much as me as we hugged,it felt so good too release my emotions. Rhea gives me hugs and so much love and understanding of how much Purrby meant too me. All my other hugs are long distance but still were felt deep within.Beautiful words from my sister Karen,two lovely and compassionate Hallmark ecards.A lovely letter. Rhea is back... I finished covering Purrby with the plastic and then closed the bag with Polly's red pampered chef clip she gave me many years ago.I left his head rest on his favorite neck pillow. He was as he left,same position,front paws crossed.He fit in the laundry basket and I covered it with the blue cat blanket.Forgive my rambling if I am redundant and repeat myself.I then with Rhea's help carried him down to the van and on the sad journey to Dr.Burrins. I placed him on the table and the doc discussed the procedure with me.Too know he is in a ice box and will not be picked up for a few days and then I have too wait for the return of his ashes.I wanted it to be finished,completed. I am printing out a few pictures of him.I have situated his chair that he left me in by the wall.Above it is the 3 D Journey's End collage with the eagles.I put his favorite cat statues around his memorial and the lighthouse that Buf had given to me. I feel really good about annointing him with the lavender and zzzzzzzzzzz sleep aroma's. The lamp is right next too his chair and a perfect place for me to sit and read,listen to music with my headphones and remember all that was so good about Purrby and how replacing him now would never be a option. I don't know if I will ever have the love of another feline.Elio came home when I was at Rhea's.The people downstairs told him about Purrby.I had only told Patricia that he was dying.Early Friday I told her.Then yesterday after 5 and the phone calls. I had help carrying the very heavy litter box.The basket with all of his things that would never be used again.They were his things. I kept the talking ,skaking cat.His 2 bowls and litter mat.Also his favorite cat-nip buddie he has had since 97. Polly left a beautiful message on the machine.I wanted to copy it but I went to play it back and it was gone.She mentioned the OM healing and how she placed me in the middle and Purrby watching over me.That is so endearing to me. Another blessing this day.Buf called and said she had a very special present for me.She and her daughter Erica have purchased a beautiful urn for Purrby's ashes.My heart is full this night.I have written a special poem for Purrby.It is on the first page of this tribute for Purrby.I will add more pictures after I receive the urn and the regular camera pictures are developed. Goodnight Purrby,rest well with the angels and say hello to Konan for Ammi and nOah's lost loves.Oh there will be so many playmates for you.Be sure to give my daddy a lick on his face.All my animal friends from my youth that will love meeting you. Forget_Me_Not~My Loving Purr-Fection. I'll be seeing you everywhere ~mama |
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| 10:41 AM 11/8/2003 I had to get a ice pack last night as my head was throbbing so I couldn't even begin my slumber.So many things running through my head.Getting up and seeing Purrby as if he was just sleeping in his chair,covered to keep the cold off of him.He looked so beautiful,just sleeping.Oh,I am missing him so. A smile at the corners of his mouth.I did not change the position he died in,just cleaned up his pretty face a bit where yesterdays syringe feedings had dribbled down his chin.He is propped on his favorite buddie pillow.It is a form of comfort too me seeing him here in the morning.He is after all in the spot he always was in when I got up.Of course if I didn't get up,he always woke me,pulling books off the shelve,or VHS tapes.Then a last resort was pulling the fake ficus tree over.After he would eat and drink he would wonder around my feet at the computer and I ALWAYS picked him up and let him lay on my lap as I worked on my pages or sent emails.I just phoned Rhea. Arissa is sick with strep throat and her big trip to Project Harmony in Ocala is tomorrow.They will come later.Nancy is on her way and upset that I didn't call her,she said she was off all day yesterday.I am getting dressed for this day of saying a final goodbye,a full moon send off to my precious Purrby in Buf's garden. How everything changes~Now Buf cannot have Purrby buried in her garden..She said she dug in several spots and would need a drill to get through all the Banyon tree roots.The soil here is shallow.Water,a island no place for a burial.That's why Key West Cemetery is all above ground like in New Orleans. Rhea ,my girl came through for me.Her blessed heart.Arissa is so sad,she is so sick she couldn't come. |
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