In Memory Of

Our Beloved "Little Beasts"

This page is dedicated to our pet companions, whom are now gone, but have stayed in our hearts with their everlasting love and companionship in the many years they were a part of our lives.

This is an open page for all Beauty and the Beast fans who would like to visit and or submit photos, poems or a small antidote regarding their beloved pet. Please feel free to submit a photo, poem, or small antidote at my email address below. I will place it within this page in a few days time.

venus308@lycos.com

In Loving Memory Of

"Caesar"

Nov. 1993 - January 22, 2007

Joined "Shadow", "Pharoah", "Cleo" and "Snowy" at the Rainbow Bridge

(13 yrs.)

In Loving Memory Of

"Snowy"

August 1, 1991-January 14, 2007

Joined "Shadow", "Pharoah" and "Cleo" at the Rainbow Bridge

(15 1/2 yrs.)

In Loving Memory Of

"Cleo"

Sept. 1997 - Aug. 29, 2006

Joined "Shadow" and "Pharoah " at the Rainbow Bridge

(9 yrs.)

In Loving Memory Of

"Pharaoh"

Nov. 1993 - Nov. 14, 2005

Joined "Shadow" at the Rainbow Bridge

(12 yrs.)

In Loving Memory Of

Misty

June 4, 1992 ~ October 20, 2003

 "Who could believe such pleasure

from a wee ball o'fur." ~ Old Irish Saying 

No Heaven will ever Heaven be

If my cats are not There to welcome me."

Epitaph on a Tombstone

Sweet Misty, you're free of the cancer and pain and happy now.

Run and play in the meadows and fields near Rainbow Bridge

until the day I  join you there and we go on to Heaven together. 

I love you.

Mon  

Merrylee Lanehart Kelso, WA 

In Loving Memory

"Shadow"

May 1992-Sept. 24, 2003

(11 1/2 Yrs)

The Rainbow Bridge

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is

called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.

Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of

meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.

There is always food, water and warm spring weather.

The old and frail animals are young again.

Those who are maimed are made whole again.

They play all day with each other.

There is only one thing missing. They are not with their

special person who loved them on earth. So, each day

they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly

looks up. The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes

are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend

meet, you take him or her into your arms and embrace.

Your face is kissed again and again and you look into the

eyes of your trusting pet. Then you cross the Rainbow

Bridge together, never again to be separated.

Author Unknown

The cat passed on. In heaven by an angel she did sail.

Against the angels harp she brushed, first cheek, then side, then tail,

The angel said "Irrev'rence" tis to pluck that, kitten. Shame!"

Not looking back, cat answered, "I am cat, and plucks my name."

Shay Kahrs

In Loving Memory

Sasha Squeglia

July 18, 1988 - March 23, 2003

She died in my arms a quiet, peaceful death last night.  I hope she knows how much I loved her.  I brought her to the hospital afterwards to deal with the burial process.  I'm going to try to get some sleep.  Sunday morning, she lifted her head while exhibiting signs of what may have been a seizure.  I picked her up immediately and she stopped shaking immediately.  I spent the rest of the day trying to get some minor errands done and taking care of her but she wouldn't eat or drink and I knew she would probably only live until today.  I picked her up for about an hour last night in additon to either holding her or being by her side all day.  I told her it was okay to go; to head for the light and to be with God.  I told her to wait there until I get there and to enjoy the flowers and Nanny and the other animals.  I told her she could eat whatever she wants there and every day can be Thanksgiving.  She let out three little meows and she was gone.  She was so quiet that I can't even be sure what time it was when she passed.  I thought she had just fallen back to sleep.  At that same moment, there was a cat being attacked just feet from me outside.  I put Sasha down for a second to scare off whatever animal was out there.  Then I scooped Sasha up to take her to the vet to be put down.  On the way downstairs, part of me knew her body was lifeless.  I talked to her the whole way there like an idiot anyways.  Even lifeless, her little body hung onto mine.  I loved her so much and I'm going to miss her so much.  God gave her the extra few weeks with me and gave her the peaceful death.  She gave me love and loyalty.  My poor baby, my friend and my companion, is gone. 

Cat Heaven

The way to Cat Heaven is a field of sweet grass ,

where crickets and butterflies play.

A cat may be late getting to Heaven...

there is so much fun on the way!

But an angel will wait at the yellow front door,

wait till a kitty comes home.

And when she arrives, he'll give her a kiss and

some milk in a bowl of her own.

There are trees in Cat Heaven, trees made just for cats,

trees growing so green and so high.

But, no one gets stuck in a tree anymore--

if a cat wants down she will fly!

And, oh all the toys, kitty toys everywhere,

thousands and thousands go by.

There are buttons and baubles and

small catnip afloat in the sky!

There are angels, of course, with soft angel laps,

where kitties can purr loud and strong.

The angels will rub kitties noses and ears,

and sing them a Cat Heaven song.

And when cats are hungry, there is God's kitchen counter

all covered with white kitty dishes,

full of tuna and salmon and mounds of sardines

and wonderful little pink fishes.

The cats in Cat Heaven are so loved and spoiled

God lets them all lie on his bed...

He walks in his garden with a good black book

and a kitty asleep on his head.

Then when a cat needs to, she may simply ponder

and watch the blue world deep and wide....

she will watch the old house where she once lived and wandered,

and the people who loved her inside.

All cats love Heaven, they know the way there,

they know where the angel cats fly.

They will turn past the stars and the moon and the sun.....

to curl up with God in the sky.

Author Unknown

Mimie, My Dear Sweet Little Angel

Five years ago, people that live near to me adopted a tiny kitten. They named her Lala. She was a funny little thing, always coming to see me and popping in for food whenever the back door was open. The people who owned her didn't really look after her. She had her first litter of kittens when she was only a kitten herself. By the age of two, she was on her fourth or fifth litter ( I lost count ). Nobody knows what happened to the previous kittens, but this was the last time I was going to see this poor little darling suffer. She came to me on Easter Sunday, three years ago, dirty, scruffy and heavilly laden with kittens. I took her in and looked after her. The next day she gave birth to four beautifull Kittens. She was so gratefull and loving. She thanked me in so many ways. I found good homes for all the kittens and refused to give her back to the owners, she was now mine. I adored her. She was my friend, my companion and my reason for living. As the next two years passed, she grew strong and fat and healthier than she had ever been. I changed her name to Jemima and called her Mimie for short. She got the best of everything and was spoiled silly. She loved me and I lived for her. Seven months ago, July 31st 2002, she went out for a while as she always did before coming home to sleep on my bed. She didn't return. I thought that maybe she had just gone for a prowl, as cats do. I was worried, but there was nothing I could do, I just had to leave her out and go to bed. The next morning, she was the first thought on my mind. I came downstairs and opened the back door and shouted for her, she didn't come. I shouted for a while, but she still didn't come home. The man next door to me eventually opened his door and told me that he had found a cat dead on his front path earlier and had moved her to the grass outside his house in the hope that she would be identified by someone. My world fell apart. I just knew it was Mimie. I rushed over to see for sure. There she was, my baby. She had been attacked and killed by a dog. I was devistated.  I cried uncontrolably for weeks and still do everytime I think of her or see her photos. I miss her so much and talk to her all the time. Some people think I'm mad, but they don't understand the hurt that's inside me. I feel so guilty that I wasn't there to rescue her as I had done before. I feel that I failed her as well. I would give anything to see her sleeping safely on my bed again. I am heart broken and will never ever forget her. Not long after she was killed, I discovered that there is a teenage boy living near me who has trained dogs that he takes out of an evening to kill cats and any other wild life he comes across. I was so angry and I still am very angry with him, but most of all I am angry at the people who knew about this boy and did nothing about it. I have since reported him to our local animal rescue who have assured me that he will be dealt with.  My message is, If anybody knows of anyone who commits these dreadfull acts of unecessary violence, please, please do something about it before someone else is plunged into this world of pain and heartache.  And to you Mimie, wherever you are, I love and miss you so much and I would never ever have let this happen to you had I just known. Please forgive me.

Julie Kimmance

Angel Cat

The big brave Angel cat, folding a rainbow wing,

Stretched out his gentle paw

I'll find, purred he,

A kitten-- you were kind--

You must not grieve for me.

This one might do, this timid little stray

Terrestrial night to my celestial day;

It cannot take my place,

No other could do that,

But though you cannot bring me back, you might retrace

Remembrance in a kitten's pansy-face.

by Jacintha Buddicomb, 1901, English Writer

Nila's Story

I don't have a picture of my cat, at the moment on here, but I wanted to put this up, to tell everyone about a threat that killed my little Nila. She was 7 years old.  I had her since she was born.  Still have her mother.  She was adorable, loving, kind, and loved to sit on our laps, and cuddle with you.  I think that was her favorite past time.  A couple of weeks ago, she became very ill.  I didn't know what was wrong with her, I didn't know what to do, I tried everything, thinking it was worms, or earmites, or anything. I didn't expect this.  Last Wednesday October 16, 2002, she was bleeding out of her bottom.  I couldn't get her to stop.  I tried every vet that I could get a hold of, it was at night, so I could only get a hold of emergancy vets.  But they wouldn't help cause I didn't have any money upfront.  I told them that I could pay them when I got paid on Saturday, but they didn't care.  It was like they were saying, "Oh, if you don't have 60 dollars now, then your cat can just die."  Some vets.  I finally got my vet to see her the next day, but by then it was too late.  She was so far gone.  She died during their lunch period.  I found out later that, she had ate a rat/mouse that had poison in him/her.  This is my plea.  Please, don't let anyone else go through what I went through.  It was a horrid thing to go through.  People think that since they have it in a place that no cat can get a hold of it, its okay.  Well, its not, it takes 12 hours for the poison to take affect, and another 8 to kill the rat/mouse.  By then a cat could get a hold of it, eat it, and die themselves.  It is a horrid thing to watch your cat die from it.  That is what happened to Nila.  And I still mourn over her.  Please, there are rat/mouse traps you can use.  Don't let anyone else go through what I went through.  I loved my cat, very much, and I hate that she was murdered that way.  Please pass this information on, don't let it happen to anyone else.

God Bless you

Edith L. Acker  (wwjd2002@yis.us)

"Patu" 1969-1970 (1 1/2 yrs)	"KitKat" 1967-1971 (5 yrs)

The angel cat, 'neath folded wings,

Sat down with harp and plucked it's strings.

Instead of harp-sounds pure and true,

For instrument sang, "Mew, mew, mew!"

Timothy Moriartry

Angel of the night

I know my cats an angel,

For she watches over me,

Slyly, when her eyes seem shut,

At night when I can't see,

I know my cats an angel,

For her ears protect my sleep,

A creak, a squeak, a footfall,

At any noise she'll leap.

I know my cats an angel,

For she curls up at my side,

A warning to intruders,

That it's best to run and hide.

I know my cats an angel,

For although she hasn't wings,

I'm safe and warm beside her,

Wrapped in all the love she brings.

Nancy Joseph

"Jenny" (17 yrs) and "Elvis" (4 yrs)

Forrest (15 yrs) and Princess (1yr) - not in photo

D O G

When God made the earth and sky,
The flowers and the tree.
He then made all the animals,
The fish, the birds, and bees.
And when at last He'd finished
Not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this world of mine,
And give each one a name."
And so he traveled far and wide
And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed him
Until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said, "Dear Lord,
There's not one left for me."
Kindly the Father said to him,
"I've left you to the end.
I've turned my name back to front
And called you dog, my friend."

Author Unknown

A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today

a little dog angel waits;

with the other angels he will not play,

but he sits alone at the gates.

"For I know my master will come" says he,

"and when he comes he will call for me."

The other angels pass him by

As they hurry toward the throne,

And he watches them with a wistful eye

as he sits at the gates alone.

"But I know if I just wait patiently

that someday my master will call for me."

And his master, down on earth below,

as he sits in his easy chair,

forgets sometimes, and whispers low

to the dog who is not there.

And the little dog angel cocks his ears

and dreams that his master's voice he hears.

And when at last his master waits

outside in the dark and cold,

for the hand of death to open the door,

that leads to those courts of gold,

he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,

a little dog angel's bark.

Noah M. Holland

The Little Cat Angel

The ghost of a little white kitten

Crying mournfully, early and late,

Distracted St. Peter, the watchman,

As he guarded the heavenly gate.

"Say, what do you mean," said his saintship,

"Coming here and behaving like that?'

"I want to see Nellie, my missus,"

Sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.

"I know she's not happy without me,

Won't you open and let me go in?"

"Begone," gasped the horrified watchman,

"Why the very idea is a sin;

I open the gate to good angels,

Not to stray little beggars like you."

"All right," mewed the little white kitten.

"Though a cat I'm a good angel, too."

Amazed at so bold an assertion,

But aware that he must make no mistake,

In silence, St. Peter long pondered,

For his name and repute were at stake,

Then placing the cat in his bosom

With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers,"

He opened the heavenly portals

And ascended the bright golden stairs.

A little girl angel came flying,

"That's my kitty, St. Peter," she cried.

And, seeing the joy of their meeting,

Peter let the cat angel abide.

This tale is the tale of a kitten

Dwelling now with the blessed above,

It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven

For the name of the kitten was Love.

Leontine Stanfield

St. Peter's Lament

Peter said "There is one thing I know'st,

Among Cat angels highest and lowest,

They arrive, don their wings,

Then of all the wicked things,

Use my gates as their new scratching post."

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