|Of course, over time, some of our pals have moved on. I (Greg) had a cat in college in Auburn named Phideaux, but he did not live long. He was young and wild and crossed the road one too many times. I got Rascal shortly after that, and he was my first real pet. After a couple of years, I got Fats somehow, and the two of them were pretty good pals. I moved to Atlanta, and right after I got there Fats got sick. He ended up having Feline Leukemia and had to be put to sleep. The vet told me to bring in Rascal and that he probably had it too. He did not. They were surprised about that actually. Bionic kitty. I met Tina, and we ended up with a couple of litters of kittens. She also had Spike, a funny little mut dog. We gave most of the kittens away, but kept Bart from the first litter. We ended up with Homey and Tigger from a second litter. We are suckers, and found a kitten at a service station and took it home. That was Sooner, a little girl kitty. Little did we know, but Homey and Sooner were both at the age where they could have kitty fun. She became pregnant and had a litter with Bubba in it. We ended up having to take Sooner to the pound unfortunately because she was so much of a wild cat that we could just not get it out of her. She continuously dumped the trash over and was just too wild. We got them all fixed right as we saw her pregnant.
We moved around a good bit over time and ended up in Atlanta again. We lost Spike one day, we think from a heart attack. We could not live without a puppy around and J.C. found us at a pet rescue volunteer event we were helping with. What a great thing that was for all of us. The cats got used to him quickly, and he has been a good cat hearder. Rascal fell to old age after a while. He was a good friend to me. We then lost Bart and Tigger a year apart while out of town, which really hurt us. It was tough not being there with them when they passed. Homey finally lost his battle with kidney and thyroid problems. We were with him at least. Then Bobo found us, and Bubba became used to him. They were not true pals, but were tolerant of each other. Bobo really liked J.C. though, and they actually chased each other around the yard. We finally lost Bubba as he was almost 20 years old. We were there with him also. We lost Bobo to a very bad set of circumstances that have shaken Tina and me to the core. It was hard to take and is hard to talk about. He was only three years old. On reflection, we felt he was the best cat we ever had. That made it so much harder since he was such a great pal.
Now we are down to just J.C. It isn't the same for us and frankly for J.C. either. He has been around cats for his whole life. He looks for Bobo weeks later. Despite not wanting another cat, Bobo changed that for us.
We miss our old friends, and the their pages show better days with them.
The Rainbow Bridge Poem...
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....