Orion Memorials Page 7

Our sweet baby. You've enriched our lives for the short time you spent with us. Mere words cannot express how much you are missed, although you will always be in our hearts forever.

Patti & Todd

Sandy Kat a "rescue" kitten born approximately late March of this year, in the back of an

abandoned car. From the start he was different, more human than kitten. He even ate baby food from a spoon rather than his dish! He always slept touching me, my back, stomach or side, depending on how I was sleeping. Every morning of his short little life he was the first thing I saw upon waking because he would be right next to my face on the pillow. He followed my like a little puppy, and that actually became his nickname after a while because he would leap up and down the stairs following me. I think it's still too soon for me to write about his illness and treatments because he's only been gone for a couple weeks and I'm still not doing well....missing him with all my heart.

9 years old

We love you-
Mommy, Daddy, Tasha & Halley

Brookes, our brave little sweetheart.....What pain you must have suffered during the 2 months that we were made aware of your illness. We are so very, very sorry that this has happened to you, our little sweetheart. Please know we tried to do what was best for you while you struggled to give us time to accept that you were leaving.

We love you very, very much and miss you terribly! There have been many tears shed over your death. If only we could hold you one more time; have one more day with you. There will always be a void in our lives without you roaming around! This void is felt every day since you have been gone! May you rest in peace now and be pain free! You will always will be remembered and loved.

If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I'd walk right up to Heaven
And bring you home again.

Glenn and Karen Schultz
Aurora, Colorado

"Four Feet in Heaven"
Your favorite chair is vacant now,
No eager purrs to greet me,
No softly padded paws to run
Ecstatically to meet me.

No coaxing rubs, no plaintive cry
Will say it's time for feeding-
I've put away your bowl
And all the things you won't be needing.

But I will miss you, little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought to me,
The comfort and the pleasure.

And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow,
I'm sure there'll be a place for you
In Heaven's bright tomorrow.
-Alice Chase

To my beloved little Cleo - I miss you so much. You had the most beautiful spirit - you radiated light and grace and touched the hearts of all who knew you. You touched my life in an amazing way and nothing has felt the same since that Friday afternoon. God bless you, little one. I take comfort in knowing that your spirit is finally free. I love you and will carry you with me forever.

Clyde was my pretty baby. He will always be very much loved and missed. He was a very brave little guy until the very end. I only wish I had more time with him. Even at the very end - he tried to follow me everywhere I went, and slept with me every night, purring every time I woke up.

He was a beautiful kitten, typical Aby in that he loved to play non-stop, but he also craved lap time with his MomKatt (me) and warmed my lap many a night last winter. He was loving, purred all the time, and would sit on the floor next to my desk chair in my office when I was working on the PC, looking up at me until I noticed him and patted my thigh. Then he would jump up into my lap and curl up.

My husband and I had never heard of FIP before this, and we never want to encounter it again. Kukla died June 21 and we had him creamated and brought home. Now he peacefully watches us from an Egyptian funeral urn I purchased and had placed on my dresser in our bedroom. He's safe now; no pain or discomfort can touch him.

We've since gotten another ruddy Aby boy, named Feisal, who's just as loving and sweet as Kukla. Feisal has helped to heal our hearts, but Kukla's spirit lingers in our house and I'd give anything to have him back again right this minute.

Every time I see a flash of white, I look for him. I see him in every ray of sunshine.

Little Timmy Goldeneyes -- I hope they have empty Coke boxes for you to play in on the other side of the bridge... and plenty of ferrets to wrestle.

--Vania