for those of you who were following our little tale of woe, my good cat Mr. Schmaber left this earthly plane today. Gently, in my arms, to much weeping and sorrow at our terrible loss.
It’s so hard when the time comes to pay up… the price of loving our animals is high.
If you read this thread, let it remind you to love, cherish, and really be with your animals, so when the day comes to say goodbye, you will have no regrets.
In fact, let it remind you to do the same to all the creatures you love, human and otherwise.
Brings back memories of Rusty, Spike, and Charlie. I cried for 3 days nonstop for each of my little buddies. Missed school cause of it too!
Sorry mate. Mr. Schmaber looked cute. Nice page
Sometimes I wish my sixth sense wasn’t so sharp. I was thinking about you and Mr. Schmaber just yesterday and was going to post one of my “request for updates” threads and ask how he was doing.
Dammit
I’m sorry you had to lose him. I know the pain you’re feeling right now. Try to take comfort in the fact that he’s not suffering, but is now frolicking around in kitty heaven, with all the catnip his little heart desires.
Sorry for your loss Stoid. I lost my b&w kitty Tooter back in 1997…still think about him every week. My beagle will get extra tummy scritches in Mr. Schmaber’s honor today.
I’m so sorry your sweet kitty has crossed the Bridge … but he lives on in the hearts and minds of all who loved him, and most of all in the one who loved him best.
He WAS gorgeous, wasn’t he? I was never sure whether it was just my love for him, but I have always thought he was the handsomest cat I have ever seen. Part abyssinnian, I’m told.
He was also insane. If you look at his face, it’s quite plain. His madness was a quiet sort, but unmistakable. We only spoke in whispers about it for fear of offending him.
And without a doubt, he had the largest vocabulary of any cat I have ever known. He had about 20 different mews, 19 of which meant “So, Where’s the food?”
I am not a cat person, but Schmabe ** was ** very special. He was the cat I was supposed to have, born of my best friend’s cat. I knew it the minute I saw him, only a day old. And my hunny never liked cats, either, but Schmabe was pretty hard to resist, and it was the two of us crying our hearts out here yesterday as we said goodbye.
He was a great, great cat. I miss him terribly.
My face hurts. My eyes, my nose, my head… Nature’s way of keeping us from crying ourselves sick.
BEAUTIFUL cat, Stoid. I know I’m not your favorite person, but please accept my sincere sympathies. I still think of my Fluffy and sweet little Tess everyday.
Just remember that he always had you, and he’ll always be with you, in your heart.
Geez, Stoid, I’ve been avoiding this thread because I recognized the name and didn’t want to bawl my eyes out. But I had to come in here and tell you how sorry I am for your loss.
