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I came to LS 6 years ago when my special Tigerpaws went to the Rainbow Bridge. Everyone here was so kind and supportive and I am grateful for everyone. I have on occasion dropped by and read of peoples' losses and have cried with you. I know your pain. I guess it's my way of being supportive. Since I lost Tigerpaws, 6 kitties have come into my life, Lilly, the little black cat; Jack my little tuxedo buddy; Sasha, my sweet little gal; Captain Andy, the little guy; Cornelia Marie, my soft calico and Edgar, the big fella. What I have learned is it is necessary for me to have kitties because that is who I am. When Lilly came into my life about a month after I lost Tigerpaws, I wasn't sure I was ready, but it dawned on me that SHE was ready for me. It was her time to have a forever home. My Tigerpaws wouldn't have wanted me to not love another kitty, and I know she is glad I have kitties in my life. I see her in the eyes of my now kitties every once in a while and I know she purrs when I love on them.

Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
feel no hurt there's nothing gained
only love will then remain
she would say

Candice Night

Be Well All,

Mark

New Little Ones

I don't post here often, but I am very grateful for this site, everyone helped me through the loss of my Tigerpaws. Thank you all. It is wonderful that I can say people I have never met are friends. About a month after Tiger died a little black kitten showed up at the fire station and I took her home, not sure if we would keep her. Then I realized that she came to me because it was her time to be my kitty. We named her Lily after Evangeline Lily on "Lost" because they are survivors. Since she was only 4 weeks she didn't know how to be a cat so we adopted Sasha from the vet to teach her how to be a cat. I then retired from the Fire Dept and returned to school. I was coming home from school one afternoon and noticed a little kitten sitting by the side of the road. I went around the roundabout and saw him sitting by a stop sign. I had to stop. Some jerk had tied him to the sign with kite string and left him!!!! I took him home, again not sure if we would keep him, well we did. We named him Jack because he walked like Capt. Jack Sparrow, but now his official name is Happy Jack, (1. because I a big fan of The Who, and 2. because he is happy I found him.) I thought I would share pictures of the three of them. Lily is the black kitty, Sasha is the tabby and Happy Jack is the tuxedo. While I still miss my Tigerpaws, I know she is happy that I am loving other kitties because she knows that is who I am.

Be Well,

Mark

A Little Bit Funny

I found LS about a year and a half ago when my Tigerpaws was ill and finally crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Everyone here was so understanding. You couldn't take away my pain but you did help me bear it. I thank you. A month after Tiger died, I found Lily, a little black kitten who wandered into the fire station and who I took home. She came to me because it was her time to do so. Shortly thereafter we adopted Sasha from the Vet's because Lily needed an older sister to teach her how to be a cat. About 5 months ago Happy Jack came into our lives and he is my little buddy. So here I am with 3 kitties, knowing that Tigerpaws is good with it because she would have wanted me to love another kitty because she knows that is who I am. I still come back here often and though I don't post often I think of everyone here who is hurting. What I find funny is that in life often times hearing the same things over and over drives one nuts. When I visit, I too hear the same things over and over but it DOESN'T drive me nuts, I understand and am glad to "listen". I just wish I could pass what I have learned about loss of a furry friend, what I learned about comfort in these times to everyone who comes here. I guess what I am trying to say is that I have learned patience and greater understanding from everyone here and to seek what people mean and feel rather than what they say.

Be Well, All of You


Mark

Things I Have Learned

In the short time since I lost my Tigerpaws, I have learned that people do understand and do care. Everyone who has come to this web site knows what I and all of us have, are and will be feeling about the loss of our dear friends. I have learned that because we love our 4 leggeds as our children, they in turn love us, and they don't want us to hurt. I have learned that the gift they have given us is letting us love them, and because loving an animal is our nature, I have learned that it is O.K. to bring another into our lives. A new furperson will come to us when it is time, and those that have left us do approve, and those that have left us understand because not loving another would leave us empty inside, emptier than losing our friends, and our dear friends would not want us that way

Thank You to all here for your kind thoughts and prayers, you haven't taken away the hurt, you HAVE taken away hurting alone, and that has made all the difference.

Be Well,

Mark

Revisiting A Posted Thought

Some time ago a thread started that asked if we received signs from our departed babies. So many of you said yes, and now I am convinced that it is true. I lost my Tigerpaws Sept 12 and approximately three weeks later I dreamt I was holding and loving up to a little baby kitty. In my dream I looked over and there was my Tiger and she looked at me and said "it's OK dad love that little one, you need to, it's who you are." About a week later I was at the fire station and one of my buddies came into the office with a little bitty kitten about 4 weeks old. I took her and held her and brought her home and the next morning my wife and I took her to the vet to make sure she was healthy, but we weren't sure we were ready for another kitty. That night Tiger was in another dream and as I loved up to her she told me "you have always known a new kitty would come to you when it is time, when you are ready. It's OK, love the little one." Lily stayed with us and now has a big sister Sasha. Yes I still miss my Tigerpaws dreadfully but what once hurt is now healed because she wanted me to love again


Be Well,

Mark