Welcome to the Cats Limited Virtual Pet Memorial where we invite you to celebrate your cat’s life and the incredible bond you’ve shared. Experiencing the loss and sadness of losing a beloved pet is most often very difficult. Creating an online memorial in your pet’s honor can be healing and rewarding. Please submit your cat’s story, any message you’d like to share about their life and your favorite image of them to firstname.lastname@example.org. Please limit submissions to 300 words or less.
Squeaky was probably the sweetest cat I’ve ever had. She loved without reservation and her spirit remained undimmed even as her kidneys failed her. Up to her end, she wanted to play. So long, Orange Cat, aka Pumpkin Muffin. We’ll miss you.
Our Moonbeam, a pure black kitty was brought to our door by her Momma. She lived in our yard being fed and sheltered by us. In the winter we had a heated home as she did not want to become an indoor kitty. When my husband and I retired, Moonbeam spent more time with us as she followed us around our yard and allowed me to groom her. Suddenly when she was about 12 years old she stopped eating and was trying to live under our shed. Moonbeam became an indoor kitty when she allowed me to carry her into our home where. She lived with us for the next 4 years with Autumn and Rusty our other rescued kitties. When she stopped eating again after being cared for by Dr. McClain and Dr. Hester we had to make the heartbreaking decision that all cat lovers dread. We will never forget our courageous Moonbeam. Our hearts our broken we loved her so much and missed her every day. We will never forget her.
Love Mama & Papa
May 2008 – May 2023
I still remember that day when my mother and I picked up Georgie and her brother, Charlie, on a warm, sunny August afternoon at Bradley airport. I had been eagerly awaiting them since early May when they were born.
As the attendant handed the carrier to us, Georgie was already in the front meowing, as if to say, “we’re here!” Seated at the front of the carrier, the fluffy white kitten seemed to smile as she mewed excitedly all the way home.
When we arrived and I put them in their new “nursery,” she and her brother gulped down their wet food. After all, it had been a long day on a flight from Missouri. While Charlie looked apprehensive, trying to hide beneath the sofa, Georgie remained playful as she leapt up to catch the feathers on a string. Girls just wanna have fun!
I often felt a special tenderness for her as she played big sister to Charlie. They often slept side by side, moving together throughout the day. I was always touched to see her comfort him, licking his face—like after an unwanted bath. Over the years, I came to cherish them even more as loved ones around me passed away. Charlie and Georgie became my primary source of comfort at home.
So it feels strange not to see her jump on the sofa when I sit down to read. Not to hear her greet me when I enter my bedroom. Not to feel her little sandpaper tongue give me a goodnight kiss after I turn out the lights.
The name “Georgios” is said to be based on the Greek words for “farmer,” “earth” and “work.” Georgie, you have always been my harvest of love—you, my earth angel and now heavenly angel.
November 2006 – April 2023
Autumn was 2 1/4 lbs when my husband rescued her in November 2006 after being abandoned at the shop where he worked. He secured her in a box but she got out and was found in a machine covered in oil. She was given multiple washings and arrived home where she was cared for by another rescued cat Lexus. The 2 girls bonded and were inseparable until Lexus passed away at age 5 due to cancer. Autumn was a sweet kitty who loved to cuddle with her Papa on the couch. She did get attached to another rescued kitty Rusty who she could spend time with. Even though Autumn battled thyroid and kidney disease along with chronic symptoms from feline herpes virus during her last years she never stopped bringing love and happiness to our family. We will miss our little girl as she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge on April 12, 2023. She brought us much joy during her almost 17 years with us.
Love always and forever Momma & Papa
Oscar Loeffler – A Life Well Lived
5/17/05 – 3/30/23
Oscar touched the hearts of so many people. He was my only cat who shared his life with three dogs and his sibling, Vanessa. I like to say that he trained all three dogs. Oscar shared most of his years with Vanessa and our dog Elsa. They were a band of three, Oscar being the leader of that band. He was very protective of Elsa when she was a puppy and often found sitting on top of her crate.
Oscar was adventurous and entertaining. He came when called, retrieved paper balls and toys, batted paper balls out of the air, and caught them in his paws. He always brought them to me. Oscar loved Christmastime, especially sitting under the tree. I fondly remember Oscar going downstairs in the middle of the night to bring his pink pig or plaid cat upstairs for me. He would meow and leave it on the side of my bed. Sometimes I would find two or three toys in the morning, indicating several trips downstairs. Oscar also loved sitting in the sun, watching the birds, and chirping along with them. He loved life. Oscar was so endearing.
Oscar loved people and wouldn’t hesitate to sit on the couch with someone he just met. When my sister visited, he would find a spot on her yoga mat.
Oscar developed a myriad of health issues as his latter years unfolded. He was a warrior and met each challenge head on.
Dear Oscar, I am honored to have spent 18 years of my life loving you. For as long as I can take a breath, you will be remembered. You were my gentle, quiet boy, my calming force, my rock. Sleep well my honey boy.
We miss our boy Bertie so very much. We were lucky to have him for almost 21 years. Sometimes I think I still hear him, see him quickly out of the corner of my eye, or that he jumps on the bed at night to snuggle – but it is not so. But we were so fortunate that Bertie was taken such good care of by Dr. McClaine and all the staff at Cat’s Limited – especially in his final months. He will be forever in our hearts and minds…
Gilligan and I celebrated our 8th Homecoming on April 11, 2023. He came into my life shortly after I lost my beloved Buddy, leaving behind his sister Daisy without a companion. Gilligan was named Matt at the adoption center due to his matted down long hair. I had no idea I was adopting a long-haired cat as he had a lion’s mane cut to remove the matting, so he was somewhat bald. When I entered the room, Gilligan jumped up straight from the floor to my shoulder, wrapped himself around my neck, communicating in his way “You are the one.” The staff was amazed, stating what atypical behavior of “Matt” and he never saw any cat react in such a manner. “That’s a match made in heaven,” the volunteer said. How true! My mother, who was with me, said, “That’s my daughter, cats adopt her.” This was the exact way Buddy reacted to meeting me, and he was labeled “antisocial.” I took one look at “Matt” and said, “You are my little Buddy.” That led to his name Gilligan. My father fell in love with Gilligan and asked me to share his birthday with him. After Daisy passed, Gilligan was too social to not have siblings, so we adopted Skipper and Lovey. Gilligan was the best big brother you can imagine. Gilligan continued to enjoy wrapping himself around my neck, sitting on my lap, or cuddling in bed. He was always waiting in the window for me to return, even if I just went to the end of the driveway for mail. Sadly, just 2 weeks after our 8th Homecoming, Gilligan passed away from throat cancer. While Gilligan is gone from my arms, he will never be gone from my heart. Gilligan, Skipper and Lovey were featured in Mutts comic strip Shelter Stories.
From Elaine, Skipper and Lovey Kotler
Pierre (aka Peter-Over-the-Wall)
Pierre started life as a New York City “alley cat.” Followed his first owner into her apartment one cold evening and “decided” to become her roommate.
He eventually made his way to Granby where he became constant companion to his first owner’s mother.
At the mother’s funeral service, it was obvious that Pierre was, once again, in need of new home.
Thus, I returned home from the funeral service with Pierre in tow.
He was not only the best roommate anyone could ask for; he was my “best bud!” Miss you, Pusserloo!
April 2008 – February 2023
I adopted Melody from the Newington Humane Society April 2008, and it was love at first sight! When I brought her home she took to my husband and myself right away likely because she felt our enormous loving affection for her.
Melody was such a funny cat who would demand being fed throughout the night and if you didn’t feed her right away, she would scream very loud and pounce on you. For the almost 15 years of her life I fed her at night right away as she requested because I love her so much! After feeding her I would wake up and find her on my pillow or sleeping beside me.
Sadly, Melody passed quickly on February 3, 2023, likely from hyperthyroidism and kidney failure.
Our hearts are broken and we miss you so much Melody! We will see you again!
Denise & Tom Fitzgerald
Durga was called Birdie when I met her at the shelter, finally ready for her own home after being found with her six kittens under a porch in winter. We connected the moment she trotted up to me, chattering, claiming me with her vivid, green eyes. I wanted to give her a name befitting a goddess, so she became Durga.
She quickly became my best friend, this little tiger-striped tabby with her cocoa chin and white paws. Whatever life threw my way, she adapted and thrived. She was always happy to see me, whether I’d been gone an hour or a week. Every night she slept with me, and never was far. Durga was sweet and gentle, except when another cat encroached on her territory. I’ll forever imagine her stretched out in the sunroom, basking in the light.
Everyone said she had a regal air, The Princess and the Dairy Queen (for her boundless love of licking cheese) among her nicknames. But she was also a benevolent ruler, happy to see new people. Though she never loved traveling, she and her “pod” became favorites wherever she went, as she’d butt her head against the mesh top to monitor the situation and seek nose boops.
Durga was a trooper as we dealt the past few years with her kidney disease and related issues, even when I wasn’t. In the end, she left on her own terms, in my arms, surrounded by love and as peacefully as possible, for which I’m forever grateful.
She was my heart cat, and always will be. And I know she touched so many others. I can’t thank Dr. McClaine and everyone at Cats Limited enough for their kindness her entire life.
I’ll love you forever, my sweet Durga.
Your Meowmy, Jenn
We could have called you Lucky: We were literally on our way to choose a shelter cat when we got a text. You’d been abandoned 24 hours ago. It was fate.
We miss you digging at the covers at daybreak, reminding us breakfast is due.
We miss you at 9:30 pm, when you’d come ‘round like clockwork to shepherd us to bed. Somehow, you always knew.
We miss you when we look down from the kitchen table and expect to see your big yellow Oliver Twist eyes, “beggaring” for the Good Food.
People around the world loved you. They saw just six seconds of you and fell in love. Within two weeks, you’d gone viral, with 19,000 Instagram followers @donothingcat.
True, you did not play with toys. You could care less about the red spot. All you wanted was a lap and love, and we were always ready to give it. That’s not doing nothing: It’s doing everything.
Our laps are empty now, but our hearts are full.
We’re grateful to everyone at Cats Limited for the loving care they gave you.
Minerva McGonagall Laughner
April 2008 – May 2022
Minnie was born near Germanton, NC to a grey tiger mom and a ginger tiger dad and promptly dubbed “Stripes” by her human family. Generous though they were, having adopted Minnie’s stray dad, 12 cats from 2 litters in a household of 5 humans can strain even the best among us.
An email from my colleague with nothing but a picture of 5 of the most adorable little faces snagged me instantly. We’d lost Mike’s adored tortoiseshell Coconut in December and even though he wasn’t sure he was ready, I asked if I could “just go take a look”. He wasn’t fooled, of course, but agreed anyway.
I arrived at the family home and was shown into a comfortable but clearly cat-stressed living room. My colleague explained, as cats perched from the tops of furniture and drapes, that she hadn’t bothered to restrain them because they were in the process of remodeling and “those drapes are going anyway”. Ignoring this clear warning, I introduced myself to the children and sat in the middle of the floor.
Before long, I found myself under investigation. The bolder occupants strolled within reach, some even allowing a touch. One came and parked herself next to my thigh. She never left.
Rest in peace, little one. Mommy and Daddy will love you forever!
Sadie Rose Manzo
Dearest Sadie Rose…
Thank you for 14 1/2 years of cuddles and love.
We miss you so, so much and will love you forever!
Mommy and Lucas
Knox, Knoxie, our special boy. Words will never describe the ache that we feel now that you’re not physically here with us anymore. Your Dad scooped you up at just 8 weeks old and has held you close and protected you every day until your last. We blended our families two years ago and you gained your Mommy, sister Stella, and later a baby sister Lily.
As Lily grows we will tell her stories about our silly little Knox who would get the zoomies, chase his own tail, try to bop Stella, loved his catnip, and was the biggest cuddle bug (but only with his daddy). He loved to snuggle up under the covers and rest his head on pillows, was always wanting to play, and loved getting his big cheeks scratched.
Knox was one of a kind with his double paws and sweetest personality. There will always be a paw shaped hole in our hearts that won’t be filled until we see our Knoxie again. But we find some comfort knowing that when we hear Lily say “Cat!” and there’s no one else in the room that Knox is still with us and watching over us all.
We miss you so much buddy and long for the day we get to snuggle and give you kisses once more.
Mommy, Lily, Stella and your best friend forever Daddy <3
She came as the centerpiece of a pair. From the Humane Society, where she was fostered and adopted, looking badly in need of someone to care for her, Princess generously shared the near entirety of her long life of 19 years with her companion, Midnight, and me. I always attributed her skittish nature to the hardships she had likely seen as a kitten before she was adopted. Over the years, as fear receded, trust allowed her to share her extremely sweet nature. A paradox, behind that timid personality lurked a ferocious tiger. And though she always looked as though she was in desperate need of a meal, she had both the softest fur and most beautiful, liquid eyes. She passed with exquisite grace. Her sudden loss brings anguished silence. She is and always will remain deeply missed and dearly loved.
Henry was found abandoned in the parking lot of Cats Limited by Dr. Laurie Hester. He had a number of medical issues, and was given excellent care through the Sherwin fund. I became his foster person and then his forever person. (Those folks who passed up the opportunity to adopt him totally missed out, and I got lucky).
Henry was a sweet and sometimes curmudgeonly old man cat who always knew what he wanted and didn’t want, which led my friends to call him King Henry the Furred. He was a loving companion who liked to place his paw in my palm when settling down to sleep, and loved being tucked in under the blankets when it was cold. He would poke gently if he wanted attention, and smack the phone out of my hands if I ignored him for too long. He could sense moods, and responded accordingly with affection and purrs. He would come right to me for his twice daily insulin shots without a single complaint. He found ingenious ways to get to his food, including one instance where he opened a sealed container with a twenty pound weight on top of it by pushing it off a high shelf.
He was the best friend and roommate one could ask for, despite not being able to do his own dishes or pick up after himself. He was worth every moment of the time we had together.
Henry left his cat body behind on March 16, 2022 as his soul went on to other adventures.
He was in the arms of his person, who loved him and misses him more than words can convey.
Finding the right words for that guy is hard but I’m giving it my best shot! Thank you everyone for always being there for Skeeter.
We said goodbye to our beautiful fresh, funny boy Skeeter on March 11. He was 16 and although he used up his 9 lives and then some, 1,000 lives would not have been enough with him.
He was my constant companion and best friend; there for the best and worst of times – love and loss, several moves, two different escape attempts and quarantine. Skeeter brought joy every day through his funny antics, daily requests for second breakfast, morning drinks from the bathroom “water fountain” and randomly popping over to my desk throughout the day just to say hi.
There are no words to accurately describe how loved he was or what a hole he has left in our hearts and home. He was a once in a lifetime cat.
Love and miss you so very much Skeeter. (Skeet Beet, Skeets, Bandicoot, Old Sport, Keeter, Old Goat).
Thank you, Dr. McClaine for the years of kind and compassionate care you provided, and to Dr. Haining for helping him pass peacefully when he let us know it was time.
Our beloved friend Ziggy passed away on Monday, February 28th, just short of his 19th birthday. Ziggy was an institution in the Mattie family for almost two decades, traveling between homes and bringing joy to grandparents, children, and grandchildren alike.
Ziggy began his life as an outdoor cat and loved nothing more than lazing in the sun with his best friend Buddy. He was also known for his voracious appetite in his younger years. As he got older, Ziggy stayed indoors, but never lost his interest in the outdoors – one could often find him relaxing in the sunlight. And despite health issues as he aged, Ziggy never lost his interest in food until the very end. He was known to steal a sandwich or two.
Ziggy was a true friend, with an almost dog-like loyalty. He would follow his dad, John, around the house from morning until night. During the pandemic, when John and his wife Kris were at home most of the time, Ziggy became a source of great joy and companionship. He loved nothing more than a good snuggle. He was also known to give lots of kisses.
Ziggy was also known as: Zig the Pig, Piggy, Piggy Boy, Ziggy Stardust, Zig, Chonk, and countless other names.
Our beloved cat Smokey went peacefully over the Rainbow Bridge on 2/5/22. He was a very healthy boy right up until he was diagnosed with a progressive malignant tumor under his tongue in January, 2022. It was a shock to all of us to have to come to terms that he was not going to recover from it, especially since he was healthy up until that point. We didn’t want him to be put through additional pain avoiding the inevitable so we made the heartbreaking decision to end his suffering. He was not just a cat but a very important member of our family. He was with us through many trials and tribulations since we adopted him in December, 2007 at the age of 3 1/2. He was especially important to his human dad, ever since the freak October snow storm in 2011 where he would cuddle up against him all the time to keep warm. From then on, he and his human dad were inseparable. He was a constant source of companionship and love to us as we were to him and we all now have a whole in our hearts since he passed. He will never be forgotten and in our hearts forever!
Lisa, Rich & Nick Parenteau
Human Parents & Brother
My sweet little Benny boy passed away on 2/2/22 at the age of 7 years old. To say he will be missed is an understatement. He has filled my life with immeasurable love and joy. Life without him will never be the same.
I don’t know much about Bennys life before me but I do know his life with me was good. He was spoiled, happy, and very loved. He was the most affectionate cat I have ever known. He loved to wake me up in the middle of the night for pets & kisses. He would put his little cold nose on my cheek and that meant “wake up I need attention”. So, I would pet him and talk to him and tell him what a good boy he was. He would follow me around the house like a puppy. Everywhere I went, there he was. He was perfect.
Benny had many names, some of which include:
Kitty Boy Jones
Benny Baker the Little Biscuit Maker
He was funny, playful, and just so so loving. He wanted to be as close to me as possible. He would lay on my keyboard while I would work, sit on my lap while watching tv, and sleep under the blankets with me at night. He was always close by. I loved him and he loved me. He was my sweet little boy and he is so very missed.
Our dear cat Nadia died on December 1, 2021 surrounded by her human parents, Trish and Stan, and her compassionate caregivers, Dr. Lafer and Melanie. Nadia was a beloved member of our family for over 16 years and brought us so much joy. A real “tail’s up, get-er-done” kind of kitty, Nadia was fiercely optimistic and never one to complain, provided we lived up to her standards. Nadia insisted on drinking water from a crystal high ball glass, being fed on time, and having two heaping tablespoons of whipped cream (homemade with no sugar, please!) served to her every night! Of course, we happily complied, and Nadia repaid us with unconditional love and lots and lots of purring. We will always love you, Nadia, and will never forget you. May you be in a place where you can chase chipmunks and rabbits forever. Rest In Peace and Grace, dear friend.
Tunechi was the first born of six to a stray named Scotch, who had been taken in by a friend in college after the cat was found waddling around, very pregnant, on their apartment porch. Tunechi and her sister, the runt of the litter, joined my best friend and me in our tiny little apartment and we loved our mischievous little “bookend” babies. After college, Tunechi and I lived many lives together: she tagged along with me through seven apartments, four cities, and a couple of relationships. She was adaptable, laid back, and mercifully patient with this first-time-cat-mama. I’ll never forget the day I awoke to her staring up at me – I swear, a near smile on her face – proudly presenting the poor mouse she’d somehow managed to capture in my Brooklyn apartment. I didn’t know she had it in her, but she was always keeping me on my toes! She weaseled her way with ease into the heart of my husband and was spoiled by him to no end. She was our Calico Queen, our Chatty Cathy, our chonky potato. We love and miss our sweet girl so much!
I spent 10 wonderful years with Sophie who was adopted from The Simon Foundation. It had been a year and a half since my Bootsy lost his life to cancer. I knew that it was past time to provide a kitty with a loving home. I entered the room full of cats and caught Sophie’s eye. It wasn’t long until she arrived home and made herself comfortable!
We shared a move to a condo, a few hospitalizations (mine) and one of hers, the OCCASIONAL tiny bit of tuna, and cuddles, pets and scritches and playing. When I left my job to start my own company, I would often watch Sophie lounge on her kitty condo from my desk.
I surrendered Sophie to a pain-free life on August 21, 2021. My girl had been slowing down and my fur mom’s intuition told me something was very wrong. I brought her to Cats Limited to see Dr. Katie McClaine. After an exam and an x-ray, Dr. McClaine returned to the exam room and gave me a hug. My worst fears were confirmed; Sophie was very ill. The next day I brought Sophie to a veterinary hospital equipped to do an ultrasound. It was here that I knew I was going to lose yet a third pet to cancer.
When Sophie wanted to eat or to be petted, she would gently tap me on either the arm or the cheek. And that is how I will always remember her, laying contently next to me, a gentle, sweet, “ma-ma’s” girl. Be happy, Sophie. I will always miss you.
It is with a very heavy, tear filled heart that I must report the passing of my beloved pet, Jasper at 12:17 on September 12th 2021. He lived a long and happy life of 13 years and 1 day. And, I had the honor to cradle him in my arms on the sofa for his last 3 hours on this earth. Farewell my sweet angel boy!!
On Thursday, March 18, 2021 I said goodbye to my best friend Cleopatra Gallant.
“Cleo” came into our family in June 2008 at the age of 4. She had pretty black fur with a small amount of white fur on her chest. Cleo had the most beautiful green sparkling eyes. Her meow was distinguishable, and she would use it to communicate with us.
I spent my first night with Cleo letting her know she was safe. When I woke up the next morning she had settled in by my side, and she remained by my side for the next 13 wonderful years.
Cleo was considered a nurse cat to me for a while. She saw me through Cancer treatment & recovery, always there to share in my best and worst days. Cleo would follow me around the house and lay down wherever I was, whether it was on the bed or the floor. It didn’t matter the time of day or night. I couldn’t have made it through without her care and companionship.
She loved my husband, Paul very much. Cleo would greet him after a long day at work looking for a treat or some of his dinner, which he would happily share with her. She loved to be brushed with a pink hairbrush he had bought special for her.
Cleo enjoyed spending time with her brother and sister cats too, who miss her since she’s been gone.
Until we meet again, my beautiful baby girl.
Cleo’s “Ma-Ma”, Debbie
Tuffie was really not so tough, but was a great friend who was sweet, mild mannered, and loyal. Years ago, my neighbor passed away and a rescue team came and took all the younger cats and kittens for adoption but Tuffie was left in my neighbor’s yard. I would go and feed him and saw how sweet and friendly he was so one day I said “you’re coming home with me!” He was so happy that as I was carrying him to my house, he was purring up a storm.
Tuffie was 8 or 9 years old so I was concerned than an older cat would be harder to adopt. I was so glad Tuffie became part of our family. No more living in a cold garage, he now had a nice warm home. He also got along with my other pet cats and they too felt good around him.
When Tuffie was a kitten I was told that a pitbull grabbed him and dragged him away. He survived and the name Tough Guy was given to him. But he was not so tough. He was a very warm, friendly, sweet, loyal cat who had a smile on his face of contentment. He was so happy in his home. Over the years I would take Tuffie outside with his harness on and we would go for our walks around my yard and the woods behind my house. Oh how he loved looking at nature! We would take him any my other kitty kids to Rhode Island every summer at our summer place. He saw the ocean and we took him to the beautiful park field in Rhode Island.
He loved playing with his toys and with the other cats. He was such a good, sweet boy! When I would lay on my couch he would jump up and lay down, putting his cheek against mine as we snoozed together. He loved me so much and of course, I loved him.
As the years went by old age eventually caught up with him. The time came when I painfully knew it was time to say our goodbyes. Tuffie was sixteen or seventeen years old when he passed on to heaven. I may not be able to touch him again but I can still feel the love and presence of him. He came to me in my dreams to say hello and check on me. I’ll remember how much we loved each other and his whole body would move up and down purring at me with such love.
Until we meet again, God take care of him.
Mom and Dad
Lilah lived a long, healthy life and was just months away from turning 18 when she left us in December of 2020. I adopted her my junior year of college when she was just 6 months old. She became my roommate in my single off-campus UConn apartment while I attended the art school there. She used to love roaming in the woods, was an avid hunter despite my pleading that she stop, and would always return to the apartment when I called her name as though she was a puppy. She has been all over the state of CT with me as I graduated, worked, and grew up. She eventually became a big sister to my son when he was born, and never gave him any trouble despite her fierceness and attitude. She was my comfort throughout many trying times, and was with me for nearly half of my life. It’s tough to even remember a time without her. Lilah’s stand-out personality, affection, beauty and very vocal presence will be greatly missed.
Foxy O’Brien Green
December 18, 2020
We lost our beautiful girl Foxy on December 18, 2020 after a short but aggressive bout with cancer. She was just shy of 15 years old and was taken from us way too soon. We are heartbroken and miss her dearly. The house is so quiet without her – she was an incredible friend and companion. She was an amazing cat – sassy, smart, playful, curious, and loving. Foxy was loved by so many and was a very special kitty.
She had a few quirks that only cat lovers could understand – she hated other cats and preferred to be the queen of the castle. Foxy loved to be around people – but at a distance on her terms. She would be in the room so she was part of the action but far enough away to not be bothered. She would sit in our laps when she wanted but if you moved an inch – off she would run! We spent many hours sitting motionless to get those extra minutes of snuggle time. Foxy greeted us at the door every time we came home and ran to her favorite scratching arch knowing that we would follow and give her love and snuggles.
Foxy was a beautiful girl and onetime cover model of the Our Companions Animal Rescue calendar. Her fur was soft like satin and she had beautiful green eyes. She was very talkative and would announce her presence when she entered a room or if she wanted to go out on the screened in porch. Once on the porch she loved to watch the birds and her favorite chipmunk “chippie”. She would perch like a lion in the jungle with the breeze blowing her soft fur.
Foxy was so curious and noticed if anything was different or moved in the house. She like to do her “permimeter walks” around each room to secure the house. She loved to know what was going on so was always underfoot. When we had overnight guests she had to explore their luggage and overnight bags and watch them intently as they settled in to their rooms. We will miss our little shadow.
Foxy gave us 14 years of love and companionship and we will feel the loss in our hearts for years to come. She was our best girl. Rest in peace our beautiful angel.
Our baby, The Mims, forever kitten and perfect angel, passed unexpectedly in December 2020 from a previously undetected liver tumor.
She was an exceptional friend who provided me with 16 years of unconditional love and companionship. She was my only comfort throughout the most difficult times of my life. She was extraordinarily sweet and social, oftentimes eliciting surprised reactions from guests who had previously been certain they “didn’t like cats”. She was unusually intelligent, able to interact with people in a way most attribute only to dogs. She was impossible not to love. She loved to snuggle, waking me daily by climbing under the covers and tucking her tiny face under my chin, was a lethal mouse killer, catching them easily with her too big for her body 7 toed paws, and enjoyed toasting in sunbeams.
She spent her last few months by my side as I recovered from brain and spine surgery, sleeping on my shoulder or chest, pushing her little face against mine. She nursed me back to health with lots of forehead kisses of my own, face nuzzles, and purrs.
Her sudden passing has left a hole in the lives of not only her human family and many of their human friends, but her mother, Kitty, who was rescued alongside her 16 years ago. She was the tiniest bear with an enormous heart and voice, the absence of which is deafening. She was irreplaceable, and we will likely grieve for many months to come as we struggle to find a new way to do so without her.
We’ll never stop missing you bear – I wasn’t ready, and you took a part of me with you when you went. Your love saved my life. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you back.
M, T & K
October 11, 2009 – October 31, 2020
Our sweet, silly little man left us too soon, but not before securing a special place in our hearts, filling them with joy, and expanding them immeasurably. We will miss your tiny meow and rumbling purrs. We will miss that tongue of yours and how it was always sticking out. We will miss having you underfoot or snuggling by our sides. We will miss hearing you scratch on the stairs and seeing you tumble on the floor with your sister. Most of all, we will miss your gentle spirit. The house is a bit emptier, a bit lonelier without you. Know that we feel blessed to have had you with us for 11 years and that we will love you for the rest of our lives.
“Every bond is a bond is a bond to sorrow” – James Joyce
Rest in peace, sweet boy.
2006 – 2020
Dylan passed away peacefully surrounded by his family and with a belly full of his favorite treats. On the day I brought him home as a kitten, it was like he knew that this was where he was supposed to be. He curled up next to me and we napped together. As our family grew, he was by our sides every day. He would be at the door to see us off for the day and greet us when we returned. He could be found lounging wherever his family was and was always available for pets or a friendly conversation.
Dylan loved his food and treats and would let you know when he thought he was running low. He even learned a couple of tricks to ensure his treat supply was steady. He loved a warm patch of sunlight, a window sill or perch, or his adventures in the yard. He enjoyed sleeping right in the spot that kept you pinned in and licking plastic or books, especially when he determined it was time to get up. In his later years, he became tightly bonded with his human sister. The two were inseparable and he inspired her to want to become a “cat vet” when she grows up.
Dylan was a good, sweet boy. He was patient and didn’t have a mean bone in his extra fluffy body. He only ever grumbled at his check ups or when being brought in from his attempts at the great outdoors.
There is a huge hole where this big orange boy lived. His unconditional love, support, and presence will forever be missed.
Love you Bub!
August 19,2020, Chanel passed away peacefully. She was 15 ½ years old. Fought nasal carsanoma for almost three years only on medication and acupuncture.
She dealt with Arthritis and Cancer but was such a good patient always taking her medicines without an issue making caring for her extremely easy.
She was petite never more than 6lbs and had paws as little as a kitten and had the best green eyes.
In her 15 + years she dealt with a lot but always bounced back and always the perfect little lady. She lost her litter mate at 5 and accepted a kitten a few months later.
At three it was thought she wouldn’t live to be an old cat due to kidney numbers, but she beat that one. She had issues with teeth so after a few were removed, it was decided best to extract all of them with the exception of a few small ones.
No words can express what she meant to me or how great it was to have her around even when she was sick.
She’ll forever be in my heart.
Sadly missed by me and her pal Giorgio.
Midnight Byrne, 21, of West Hartford CT passed away peacefully on August 2nd in loving arms of his human family. He was a barn cat from Ohio who lived a posh life at his forever home in Connecticut. In his younger years he was a fearless hunter of small prey and ruled the neighborhood animal kingdom. His beauty was renowned with a black shiny coat and a wise whisker. He enjoyed making his midnight watch rounds at night- sitting on the windowsill and looking outside. During the day Midnight could be found bathing in a sunny spot or stretched out on the sofa. He showed much affection to his family and his furry brother, Jack. He will forever be known as ‘the best cat in the world.
On July 5, 2020 Sweetie Pie crossed the Rainbow Bridge after a long battle with cancer.
My Sweetie girl was something else. When I rescued her I had plan on getting a dog. Instead I walked away with her. I guess she chose me that day and I couldn’t resist.
She was not a talkative kitty. She communicated with her stares. She had me trained very well. She would wake me up in the morning for her breakfast, be gone for the whole day sleeping in her hideouts and then reappear in the evenings for her dinner. She would just walk in the room where I’m working and just stare at me. I could feel her stare on me and knew I better go feed the Queen at that time. Otherwise there would be hell to pay. She was such a bossy kitty, but I loved her for it.
She was so funny and I miss her so. She was great company for me when Aragon passed away. She got me through that difficult time.
So now she is in Heaven with Aragon bossing him around again. Thank you Sweetie for your love, support and just being your wonderful self.
You are and will be deeply missed.
I found Cody lounging in a “cat-for-adoption” cage at a local pet store in the spring of 2008. Not getting any meaningful response from him during the first encounter, I walked away. But, seeing him in the same cage two weeks later, I felt sorry for the not-so-little or young cat no one wanted. When I completed an application for adoption, I learned that Cody’s first human parent left him in a cardboard box outside an animal shelter and the second human parent could not keep him when she lost her apartment. Accordingly, during the first few years of our relationship, Cody showed signs of separation anxiety. He did not like to be left in a boarding facility while I traveled.
Cody had no problem having an older brother in the new home. He did well in behavior therapy and quickly learned not to scratch or hit me when he was upset. Cody turned into an affectionate, playful, and talkative boy. During fall and winter months he slept under his blanket and reminded me to cover him if I did not. There was a slight problem: He got a pesky little sister he did not ask for in 2010. She often took over his play time.
Cody left me few years too soon but I am glad he is now free of pain and discomfort cancer caused. I miss him tremendously. I imagine him calling me from downstairs, telling me to clean his litter box, and asking me to serve dinner with his raised paw. I was lucky to have this lovable cat for 12 years.
Molly was my best friend and sweetest companion. She shared her love with everyone who cared for her over the years, including my parents, siblings, and her many adoring cat sitters. I could always count on her to be watching from the window when I came home from class, and seeing her furry face always made me smile, even on a stressful day. She kept me company during late nights of writing papers, and she would always join me for dinner by sitting on my lap. I fell asleep to her gentle purring and woke up to her big green eyes peeking over the side of her cat bed, right next to my pillow. Molly had a spirit for adventure. She would perch attentively near any accessible window to watch the great outdoors. She was lucky to survive a few outdoor adventures, including a run-in with a coyote! Having only two teeth didn’t stop her from exploring every inch of the house and playfully gnawing on her toy mice. She was always gentle with humans, though, and never turned down a full-body brushing or belly massage. Molly’s mind was sharp and her spirits high even in the worst of times, through her hyperthyroidism in 2018 and her final weeks with lymphoma in Feb. 2020. Even when she was too weak to jump up on the bed, she would happily accept belly pats and could never get or give enough love. Her passing at age 13 was much too soon. Molly’s curiosity, thirst for adventure, and infinite capacity for love will forever be an inspiration to me. I love you, my sweet kitty.
Sabrina (Fairchild) Irizarry
I met Sabrina at Elizabeth Park in 2002. She was this tiny, stray kitten, covered in tree sap and with leaves stuck to her. It was love at first sight. She turned out to be a very mellow lady and very sweet. Not a lap cat when young, she still conveyed her love by always wanting to be near me: the same room, the same couch…my shadow. It was not until she started getting older that she became more affectionate and lovey-dovey. She had a knack for knowing when I had a migraine and would insist on sharing my pillow when I needed rest. I don’t know how she knew, but she only did this when I had a migraine. From her large green eyes, to her pink belly and pads, she was a beautiful girl. Sabrina accompanied me for 17 years, through different homes and relationships; my only constant. I miss her dearly and probably will forever. See you on the other side, princess.
We adopted Billie and her twin sister Nadia in 2005 after seeing them featured in an adoption notice in the Hartford Courant. They had been rescued from the woods in Glastonbury – born to a feral mom – and soon felt at home with us in suburban West Hartford. Billie was a beautiful gray cat with vivid green eyes, a feisty personality, and a loving heart. Within a year of adopting her, we noticed she was walking peculiarly, hunching her back like a racoon. As it turns out, she was losing muscle mass in her upper chest and front legs, and she was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy. Her decline was gradual, but she soon was not able to do normal cat routines. We took our cues from her and improvised some adaptive strategies that enabled her to live a full and happy life of 14 ½ years. She never complained…in fact she exuded joy, purring and rolling over on her back whenever we she saw us. Billie was simply the sweetest and cutest cat ever. And, her love of chicken and catnip are legendary! Her passing on 10/18/2019 has affected us deeply, and we will miss her for the rest of our lives.
Azizi and Panther
For Panther (2006-2017) and Azizi (2006-2019) with infinite love and gratitude for the gift of your presence in our lives, and for the inimitable experience of being your human mommy and daddy.
Louise and Curt
I first found her at an animal shelter when I was 12 years old. It was just two days before Christmas Eve (which is why we made her birthday on Christmas; she was the only cat I’ve known to ever admire a tree rather than chew on it). My parents were letting me pick out any pet I wanted to bring home. I had always wanted a kitten and made my way to that section. There she was in the very first cage that was seen when you first walk into the room. She looked up at me with those big eyes and a slight curious tilt to her head. She was the only kitten left all because she had a slight cold. My family never turns away an animal in need of love or even medicine, but there was also this instant connection between us. It was like we were meant to be together. From that moment on we were inseparable. I raised her. I played with her. I always made sure she felt safe, comfortable, and loved. She was my baby girl. I then grew up, went to college, and got married. My husband instantly fell in love with her and they became close. She had made friends with our friends and there was not one person she met who didn’t love her.
For 16 years we were together and taking journeys together. There are so many good memories with her that I, my husband, and everyone else will cherish forever and hold close to our hearts. We will always love and miss her.
RIP Cutie girl. I know we’ll meet again one day over the rainbow bridge. Love you so much.
Mommy and Daddy
Jennifer and Liam Fitzsimons
Lost my best friend and loyal companion, Dusty, the cat, April 15, 2019. He was a rescue kitten from a New Jersey trash bin – carefully selected by my oldest granddaughter. I am so grateful for the wonderful 14 years he lived with me. I am also so very grateful to Cats Limited for the compassionate care they constantly provided to him and me.
April 25, 2019
December 25 2001 – April 23 2019
Our sweet Siamese passed away on this past April. 17 years wasn’t long enough. She began as the runt of her litter and unbeknownst to everyone grew quite large. She had a sweet and gentle demeanor from the first day we brought her home.
She loved sneaking around at night to play with toys; she was also quite the mouse-hunter. She loved to cuddle and loved to stretch out when her little brother wasn’t watching. She was sweet with beautiful, kind, blue eyes that just melted your heart. She has a nose for cheese and always tried to sneak up on the plate of food you had in hand.
She lived a long, full life and she spent the last months and weeks of her life peacefully. We will miss her, she was one of the first pets our family ever had. She joins her brother now, so we know she is in a better place.
Mom, Dad, Colin, and Caitlyn
2010 – 2019
From the moment we saw you we knew you’d be right.
We loved you from the beginning and never wavered in the slight.
You were a beautiful mix of white and gray,
A fluffy kitty of love that we adored everyday.
You loved outside and frolicked in the grass,
But you pretended not to hear us call you back.
We loved our mornings before the kids woke up,
Always meowing back as we drank our morning cup.
You were our first baby and brought us luck having our boys,
You were probably really annoyed with all the noise and toys.
At night, you would wait until the boys were asleep,
Then come upstairs when you no longer heard a peep.
We couldn’t wait for you to sit on our laps or next to me,
All we wanted to do, as Grammy would say, was give you a huggie.
And we know that was not your thing and we understand
You would reciprocate back with a lick of our hand.
We miss the sound of your voice and cannot believe you are no longer here,
We promise we will see you again, have no fear.
We love you Matzi forever and thank you for being in our life.
“Boy”, Our Eighteen Year Old Playboy
Boy, our beautiful, sweet Russian Blue passed away on April 19th, 2019; on Good Friday. He was eighteen years old! My high school kids would say “He’s older than us!”
Boy loved to cuddle with us. He was a lap cat…especially with his mom…but he loved to play. Playing with his toys at every chance he got – he never tired. He would play, and play, and play! That’s why we called him our Little Playboy! He loved his toy balls. Catching them in the air, running after his mousie toys, and loved jumping in the air to catch his frisbee. If he was a human, he’d be a great ball player.
He had a great life. We took he and Cookie everywhere we went; Camping, the beach, and outside on his harness to enjoy the fresh air and look at the birdies. He loved sitting on mom’s lap just looking and enjoying the outside. He loved his companion girl, Cookie. She was his girl. She’d swat him sometimes and he would just walk away with his tail up and smiling. Cookie passed away 2 ½ years ago and it saddened him. Now he’s in kitty heaven with his girl Cookie, smiling away.
Boy, we love you so much and painfully miss you! We will always think of you every day, but be at peace knowing we will see you again in the afterlife. Thank you for bringing us happiness and joy. We love you so much. Until we meet again.
Mom, Dad, and Tuffie
2008 – 2019
Felipe (affectionately known as Peeps) passed away this past week. He was approximately 11 or 12 years old. No one is really sure how old he was, because we found him at Fox Hill Tower in Rockville, and when we brought him in to see Dr. Hester she told us he was actually older than he looked. She could tell by the nature of his teeth. Peeps had both bilateral eye and ear infections, needed to be dewormed, and get his various inoculations. Dr. Hester told us he was so small, because he was malnourished. So we nursed him back to health, but he always had a hard time relaxing. Early on in his life he had to learn to be on his guard in the outdoors, and it never really left him. He was a great friend and companion to us and our daughter Penelope and his brother and sister Rafy and Esther (our other kitties) as well. We all love him and miss him so much. Rest In Peace Peeps.
April 8, 2010 – February 28, 2019
Shadow came to us in 2010 at 8 weeks of age, the last born of a litter of three. Her brothers Woogie and Scout quickly outgrew her and became almost twice her size. She was a silly little girl, with only a puff of a tail and hips that caused her rear legs to hop when she ran. She looked like a little bear cub from behind. Her eyes were as big as saucers and she often reminded me of an owl. Although not a vocal kitty, when provoked by her much larger brothers, she would let out a howl that sounded like a bobcat was in the living room. Although she was small, she was mighty.
She loved sleeping in the sun in the sunroom, watching the birds at the feeder and chirping at them from the open window. She enjoyed sitting in the cat tree, mainly because she was the only one small enough to sit comfortably at the top (her brothers were a bit too hefty and the tree became wobbly when they tried to get on the top perch). Her favorite place to sleep was on my lap, usually while I was sitting at the table. The table and tablecloth were her cloak of invisibility and her brothers never found her there. She learned to outwit them.
Shadow was an absolute contortionist when it came to drinking water. If I couldn’t find her, all I had to do was check the sinks in the bathrooms. She would be precariously balanced on the edge of the sink, patiently waiting for someone to turn on the faucet. (She refused to drink from the feline fountain.) She would hang upside down under the faucet at just the right angle so the cool water would run over her mouth.
Shadow was diagnosed with kidney disease when she was only about 4 years old. Through dietary changes, medication, and lab work, Dr. Hester helped me to keep my little girl going. But unfortunately, time took its toll, and Shadow crossed the Rainbow Bridge where she joins her brother Woogie. I will miss her silly antics and her private affection. Godspeed, Shadow. Love you, silly girl.
December 7, 2000? – February 24, 2019
Arthur entered our lives in January 2002 after having been found as a stray in North Carolina. He was estimated to be at least a year old when he arrived at my sister in law’s doorstep a few weeks prior, on a cold day in Raleigh, North Carolina. He acclimated immediately upon arrival to our home, starting with his signature greeting, “Ya Ya” as he popped his head out of the carrier and received a kiss on the head from 19- month old Blake. He proceeded to jump out of the carrier to explore his new surroundings, stopping first at the litter box where he neatly relieved himself and covered it up like a gentleman. He quickly showed us he was comfortable and in control. He slept on our bed with us the very first night and almost every night since the day he passed away. We had hoped to keep him indoors but while that worked for the first few months, at the first sign of warm weather and the arrival of Spring, the call of the wild set in and he became unruly, nipping at us and crying when prevented from going outside. With trepidation, we decided to let him outside.
We questioned our decision on a couple of occasions when he didn’t return home in the evening, but thankfully those events were few and he always came back happy and satisfied. We realized we had a tough cat on our hands. Ferocious and fearless outside, he soon became the fear of the neighborhood cats. While he came home with an occasional scratch, we learned that he was beating up other cats in their own yards! He was an amazing hunter too. I watched him jump from the bathroom window down to the backyard woodpile and return with a mouse in less than one minute. Then there was the time when he caught at least six chipmunks within the time I left for a walk until I returned in less than one hour. (I prefer not to discuss the rabbit nests he would raid each Spring.) There were so many instances where he showed he was a force to be reckoned with, but one situation with a catbird can’t go without mention: The catbird taunted him while he tried to nap on the deck one afternoon. Later that day we found a headless catbird in the yard. The boys and the neighborhood kids had a funeral for the bird and Arthur sat with them as they eulogized the bird and buried it.
Despite his tiger-like nature in the neighborhood, Arthur was a cuddle-cat in the house. Relieving his aggression outdoors enabled him to be easy going and happy indoors. The boys had hermit crabs, mice, and even a guinea pig as pets and he never bothered with them. We even befriended a squirrel, Mabel Gray, who lived outside but could be hand-fed, that Arthur was amicable with. He never tried to harm Mabel. It was almost as if he understood that we were taking care of her too. In 2006 he allowed us to add Willy, a bulldog puppy, to our family. Naturally, he took no time to lay down the law with that puppy, but soon he took ownership and accompanied us on walks to ensure that no other dogs would bother his sidekick. We were amazed at how Arthur tolerated a dog. It was even more amazing that he tolerated a little gray kitten, Buster in 2014.
We always said we wanted to clone Arthur because he was the coolest cat. One day in October 2014 as I was leaving a skilled nursing facility I found that a box of kittens had been left without a mother. A group had gathered near the box and a woman was holding one of the kittens. It was a tiny gray kitten. I immediately was drawn to it- I thought this was probably what Arthur looked like as a baby. At this point, Arthur would have been about 14 years old but for some reason, it seemed that this was right. We were able to adopt this kitten and bring it home with us a few weeks later. True to Arthur’s uber-cool nature- he tolerated Buster too.
Arthur gradually slowed down over the next few years. His hind legs were arthritic causing him not to jump or climb as much. As his eyesight and hearing were reduced, his chattiness turned into yelling, announcing his entrance every time he entered the room. We lamented the good times while accepting the inevitable changes. We even joked that he would outlive us. But unfortunately, his time came and we know this time he’s not coming back home.
Rest in peace Arthur- the coolest cat ever. You will forever be cuddled in my left armpit right next to my heart. Xxox
May 15th 2008 – January 10th 2019
Stella was found alone on the streets in Ridgefield, CT when she was around 2 weeks old. She was brought to an Animal Hospital that my friend worked at, and at the time I was preparing to move to Boston for graduate school and was looking to adopt a cat. So when my friend told me about her, I went to meet her and it was love at first sight. When she was ready to be adopted she made the trip from small town CT up to big city Boston where she would live with me for the next 3.5 years in a tiny studio apartment while I finished grad school. We were always on top of each other in that tiny space, but I do believe it made us closer that way. Grad school was incredibly difficult for me in many ways, and I can honestly say I would’ve never made it through without her there on my lap purring all those late nights studying. Stella and I made a few more moves before finally landing back in CT in West Hartford and closer to my family. Stella was not only important to me, but meant the world to my family, especially my mother and my grandmother. I was lucky on the day of her passing that my parents were able to also be here with her since she had meant so much to them. Stella had a very healthy happy first 9 years and would run zoomies around my house and want to play at all hours of the day. When she turned 10 things changed and she developed several significant medical issues that Dr. Lafer and I worked together on to manage. Stella was a trooper through all this with vet visits every month or two as well as multiple times a day that I had to give her meds. She would complain in the moment but then would be right back to being a cuddle bug minutes after. She was always good like that. The house is quiet without her in it now. So many things remind me of her since I haven’t lived without her in 10 years. I know it won’t stay that way and eventually I’ll be ready for a cat again, but something makes me think that she’ll always be my number 1 girl. I cannot thank the staff at Cats Limited enough for all they did for her, and for me, especially Dr. Lafer. I will never forget your kindness.
2005 – 2019
Sammie was a true beauty. We called her our black Puma beauty. From the moment my 8 yr. old son and I laid eyes on her in a cage at our vet’s office, we fell in love with her. She loved us and gave us 14 years of companionship and laughter. She loved dinner time. She ran to the table every night and sat by my side, reaching up and patting my arm with her paw until I shared some chicken or steak with her. Sammie was not verbal. She never meowed but she was physical. Using her head and her paws to get my attention when she wanted to be petted, brushed, fed or just held was her way of communication. The only time she made a sound was when I had fresh shrimp in the kitchen. She would immediately run to the kitchen and make loud guttural meow sounds while shaking her entire body letting me know she wanted some shrimp. The first time this happened I laughed so hard because she was so animated when usually she was very quiet. Shrimp was her favorite treat and it would cause the same reaction from her every time. Sammie followed me everywhere I went in the house. She didn’t want me out of her sight for too long. We miss her so much. She brought so much love into our lives. When she got sick it was the saddest time in our lives. Rest In Peace our sweet baby girl. You’ll be Forever in our Hearts.
❤ Love Mom, Dad, Thomas & Molly
2003 – 2018
My pretty girl Giasmin was a rescue kitten (3-4 weeks old) and quickly entertained us with her silly antics and whimsical charm. She had one extra digit on each of her floppy white paws, intense blue eyes, and a crick at the end of her tail. In typical Siamese fashion, she was vocal, demanding and always had the last word (even in the process of falling asleep), and undisputed winner of the stare contest. Giasmin must have channeled the spirit of Audrey Hepburn- she was classy, beautiful, silly, lady-like and a bit mischievous. As a kitten she loved chasing the shadows that darted across our walls when cars would pass our parking lot at night, dump her toy mice into her water dish, and loved to have her tail lightly pulled. Over our 15 yrs and 4 months together Giasmin was with me for 2 Masters Degrees, 3 moves (TX, CA and CT), endured sharing me with 2 male cats, 15 years of military assignments/deployments, and 2 surgeries. Giasmin later became a lap-cat once she was the only pet in the house. She was like a little hot water bottle over my legs as I worked on my laptop or tried to read. Her favorite place was wherever I sat, or in front of the fireplace. In her final year, Giasmin developed severe asthma and needed an inhaler with oral medicine. She would bounce back, but in the end our combined efforts were futile. On the evening of 01 Oct 2018, I gave Giasmin her final kisses on the ears, head, nose, paws, and crooked tip of her tail. In true Giasmin fashion, she purred until the end, always knowing how much she was loved. I miss her every day. Until we see each other at the Rainbow Bridge- XOXO
Gary “The Noon” Wright
2005 – 2018
What can you say about the best cat in the world? Gary, you are the brightest part of our day and truly our claim to fame. Everyone who knows us won’t let a day go by without hearing a story or asking to see some pictures of “the Noon”. There are so many stories that will forever keep us smiling. From the first day Mom brought you to us and we lost you in a room with nothing in it, to the day you accidentally fell in the toilet and turned your legs blue. You were the best roommate and friend two sisters could have and there isn’t a day that goes by that we don’t think about how much we love and miss you. Your legacy for being the best cat in the world will live on forever. We love you Gary and can’t wait to see you again on the other side. Continue to watch out for us like our little bodyguard and be the boss in heaven.
Tenequa & Tiffany
1998 – 2018
Our Cyd was a funky character and a great addition to our family. When he first came to us, he was described as an “outside cat” that we were holding for “a couple of weeks, until Kathy came back from vacation” (no last name, no phone number). Instead, he spent most of his time indoors, loved our dogs and most of his outside time was spent following us on dog walks (people would take pictures). He moved with us many times over the years, always happy with our dogs and always looking for a new tree or other sunny spot to lay in when he was outside. We miss him terribly.
(The Quiet One)
May 17, 2005 – July 14, 2018
Your presence continues to be felt in every room in our house. Upon waking, there is a soft furry weight missing from my chest along with a sweet meow reminding me that it’s time to get up. Oscar misses you and frequents all your favorite places – the bathtub faucet, the sink, the red carrier, and your favorite brown cardboard box. He now sleeps alongside me where you used to sleep; and when I come home, there are only two green eyes greeting me at the door.
Sweet girl we miss your smile. We were a team, a family, and we always thought you would be here. Sometimes I think I see you briefly scurrying behind the recliner or feel you brush against my leg. Although you are gone in body, your spirit and soul remain with us forever. We love you and miss you.
Oscar, Dad, and Mom
Bonnie Rose Lavoie
(Bonnarama Bonster BonBon)
July 28, 2002 – May 25, 2018
Sixteen years ago, my young daughter selected Bonnie from a litter of older “rescue” kittens at the Petco in Newington. Bonnie was definitely not the most attractive kitten and I remember thinking, “Really? This one?” Bonnie had ear mites, black scales on her nose and ears, and an impish expression. She also saw our well-ordered home as her playground. Curtains were ripped down, the recliner and couches were shredded, toys were destroyed, and we didn’t sleep for over a month because Bonnie wanted to play attack games– or lie in our neck crevasses and drool. I remember being exhausted from lack of sleep and from being slightly afraid of the kitten. I thought we made a mistake.
Well, I’m sure you know where this is going… our Bonnie grew up and became our beautiful, plump, darling girl. Loving, smart, intuitive, friendly, and attentive to each one of us in equal measure, Bonnie was our adoring lap cat and her greatest pleasure in life came whenever one of us sat or lied down — so she could cuddle. You never watched television, read a book, typed a paper, took a nap, or talked on the phone without Bonnie right there, on you. She kept each one of us warm and appreciated for as many hours as we could offer. It was heavenly. We really miss our sweet girl.
I am so glad that my daughter bonded with that particular kitten because Bonnie Rose really was the ugly duckling that grew into the lovely and loving swan. Many thanks to her caring staff and doctors at Cats Limited, who patiently listened to our long-winded concerns and were always nurturing and professional. What an amazing practice.
4/8/2010 – 5/15/2018
Woogie came to our home as part of a trio – along with his brother, Scout and his sister, Shadow. My daughter’s friend’s cat was having kittens that they couldn’t keep. As I was grieving the loss of our 14 year old kitty, Simba, I made it CLEAR that I needed kitties in my house in order to survive. Taking that to heart, my daughter brought me all 3 fur babies when they were 8 weeks old. My heart was overflowing with kitty love.
Woogie was my big, beautiful boy. He was clearly the alpha, but he was always gentle with me. Although he didn’t like being picked up, he would sit next to me, or lay on my legs – but always on his terms. He had a purr that would rival a small car engine. He loved being groomed by Scout, and would sit so very still while I cleaned his ears.
His favorite place was on our sunroom where he could bask in the sunshine, and watch the birds and chipmunks in my garden. His favorite toy was a ball of aluminum foil, and he would come running when he heard the foil being torn. He loved being around water, and would wait in the bathroom for me to take my morning shower.
Last year we learned he had advanced kidney disease, and my heart broke. He was only 7 at the time, and I had planned on at least another 5 years with him. But it was not to be. Dr. Hester and the staff at Cats Ltd helped me take care of my sweet boy during his decline the past few months. I knew the end was in sight, and so did he. I’m so grateful to Dr. Hester for helping Woogie cross the Rainbow Bridge.
I’m so thankful for the time Woogie and I had together, and although it was only 8 short years, he has a permanent place in my heart. Love you forever, Woogles.
5/17/09 – 11/17/17
We went to the Humane Society looking for a cat and as we walked by one of the cat condos, a brown tabby jumped up and started pawing at the door. We knew we had to meet him and within minutes we knew he would be coming home with us. That day we adopted Jackson and though his time with us was far too short, he brought a lot of joy to our home. He loved to sleep on the back of the chair near our sliding glass door in the sun and play with his toys. But his favorite things were belly rubs and letting us know when it was time for breakfast. Until we meet again, we love you and miss you Jackson!
November 20, 2002 – November 10, 2017
We adopted Caramel from the Connecticut Humane Society in Newington on November 20, 2002, and it was love at first sight. She wasn’t too sure of her new home and spent the first 24 hours hiding in a closet.
Eventually she came out and was a delight from that day forward. What captivated us about her was her beautiful caramel colored streaked fur and her sweet and friendly disposition. Caramel was soon to realize that her weekends would be spent at our beach home.
This would require her to travel 2 hours by car each way and sometimes she wasn’t too thrilled about the trip. However, once she arrived at our cottage, she loved the screened in porch and the many windows that she could look out at the squirrels, chipmunks and assorted birds.
Caramel was a “mouser” to the maximum. She left quite a few of her “catches” in our shoe or next to our bed!! One of her many favorite spots in the house was on the back of Bob’s chair in his study. She would sit up on the back and wrap her tail around Bob’s cheek. This would require him to bring his arm up and give her lots of pets. We nicknamed her “the pet sponge”. Caramel enjoyed being part of Nancy’s book group and would sit with the ladies when they discussed the book. She was always the center of attention. She would love to play during the day with us and would chase a ball or a stuffed mouse around for quite a while. Our children and grandchildren loved her and were so very sad to hear that she had died. Our home is not the same without her but we have the most wonderful memories and pictures of our beautiful girl, Caramel.
Thank you to the staff at Cats Limited Veterinarians Hospital for the 15 years of wonderful care to Caramel.
2003 – 2017
We will miss you Boo. Your presence will be missed when we open the door and you are no longer there to greet us and our computers will have no more competition for our laps. You were a fighter – rescued from a plastic bag in a dumpster as a kitten, found after a 24 hour stay wandering around the Atlanta airport courtesy of Delta and cheerful despite 11 years of life with two girl kitties that never quit picking on you. If there is a kitty heaven I am sure you are enjoying the endless bowls of food and cushions that no one cares if you pee on. RIP my sweet kitty.
~Dom, Kim, Luke, Elliot, and Adam Lebel
5/20/2006 – 7/18/2017
Sweetie, our beloved tiny little black cat, was ferocious and yet sweet and loveable when he wanted to be. He was the king of our neighborhood, especially with other cats and when crossing the street. Our little monster boy was invincible. Then at 10 yrs old, he came down with lymphoma. Even his illness could not bring him down. He lived over two more years when we thought he would only make it for 6 months. He was our little fighter. One day he came up to me and put his head down in front of me to pet him and say thank you for trying to help me. He was a fighter right to the end. He was our beloved Sweets! See you in Heaven. Loved always, and never forgotten.
~Mom, Dad, Tuffie, & Boy
Fiddlesticks Trouble Weingast
1998 – 2017
We have said goodbye to our beloved, cantankerous cat Fiddlesticks Trouble Weingast. She was with us for 19 years. She did not like people. She growled and hissed at most. She was a picky eater. We loved her anyway – hmmmm, sounds like some friends and family members we know. We thank you Fiddle for giving us love, laughter, fear, angst and many good stories to share. I especially like the one where you trapped a neighbor in our basement and she had to call me for help to get out. Yes, you were not the friendliest but you were sincere. When you showed you liked someone (not often), we all knew you meant it. It was a privilege to be loved by you. We wish you well on your journey to your next life and we thank the good-natured people of Cats Limited for overseeing your care all these years.
2002 – 2017
My beloved Daisy entered my life 14 ½ years ago, right at holiday time. One of the first things I did for her was to make her a Chanukah stocking and a Christmas stocking. I have an assortment of photos of Daisy for every holiday throughout the year, as she loved to celebrate anything with me. Daisy was a very sweet cat, loved by all my family members, and she returned the love. She allowed everyone in the family to pet and play with her, a trait her brother Buddy did not possess. Every visit to her Grandma and Granpa’s house, she would sit in the kitchen window while food was prepared and consumed. While the family enjoyed watching television, she would commandeer the best viewing chair. And, we all accommodated her, finding other seats, as watching her sleep was often more entertaining than the program. Daisy often would put her paw on my arm and give a gentle squeeze. This action was something my grandmother used to do, giving me the peculiar sensation of Daisy channeling my grandmother’s love to me. Daisy would easily be found on the arm rest of my chair, lying down on paper’s I was grading, or walking on my keyboard while typing. She always was close by, which gave me tremendous joy over the years. Daisy was predeceased by her brother Buddy, and leaves behind her adopted brother, Gilligan. Gilligan misses her companion ship as much as I do. Daisy has left my arms, but will never leave my heart.
2004 – 2017
Lightning had the sweetest personality. Her loud purring and double paws were legendary. She could be shy, but she loved her family dearly. She was happiest when she could lay in a ray of sunshine and have her belly rubbed.
We were so lucky to have her, and she is missed.
~Dan, Meri, Kat, Adam, and her brother Thunder
Oliver Norris : 1999 – 2012
Tibbs Norris : 1999 – 2017
This is a picture that was taken of Oliver and Tibbs when they were first brought to Cats Limited in 1999. The Norris family recently shared it with us in their memory.
2004 – 2017
Emerald is gone and the hard truth is that we cannot save them all, it hurts.
You can drive 2 hours to a shelter to pick up a beautiful 12 year Siamese cat that has been given up due to her owner’s health problems. You can review the medical records that only show a problem throwing up with some brands of cat food. You can pick her up and have her melt into your arms, give you head butts, and eagerly enter the carrier.
You can have a wonderful drive home with no feline complaints.
You know this is a wonderful cat because the first day Emerald gives lots of head butts, has a desire to be held, to be rubbed, and to sit on your lap.
But your second day becomes a nightmare when she has her Vet check-up. You have a good veterinarian, one who is gentle, caring, and thorough. Because your vet is good she discovers a granular mass under the rib cage, something that had not been found by a different Vet 3 weeks earlier.
You have X-rays taken and the cruel truth is that it is that your foster cat has cancer. The prognosis is that the beautiful, loving cat that you hold in your arms has at best, 2 months to live.
You take her home and send the x-rays to your rescue center in Virginia, they confirm the prognosis, and in three days her health rapidly declines. Despite all of the supportive care provided, there is nothing you can do to change the outcome.
In the end it all fails, you adopt her as your own, so she has someone of her own, and help her over the bridge.
I miss you Emerald, sleep well and I will see you again when it is my turn at the bridge.
Evaluator, Foster, and Transporter for Virginia Siamese Rescue
2002 – 2017
5/26/00 – 1/14/17