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.
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
May 24, 2006 – June 21, 2019
Squirty came into my life as a tiny little kitten rescued from a house fire. He instantly filled up all of the space that he possibly could in my heart and in my life. He was my rock. We experienced so many things together and went on so many adventures over his 13 years. He loved going for walks outside, playing fetch with furry mouse toys and was fascinated by crows. He’d run around the house going window to window to watch them. Surprisingly his favorite treat was a bit of avocado. Every night he slept next to me, with his head on the pillow and would purr me to sleep, or snore me to sleep, depending on how tired he was. My favorite memory of him is a funny one from the very first day I brought him home. I let him out of the carrier onto the bed to run around and play but instead of playing he decided to go straight to the giant pillows, disappear between them and pee! Then came zipping out running to play! So, between him being the runt of the litter when he was rescued (which is where ‘Squirt’ originally came from), then officially marking he’d arrived home, the name, ‘Squirty’ stuck. There is so much more I’d love to share about him but I would certainly end up with a book. I’m so grateful for every moment we had together and I hope I get to reunite with him someday in some special way. I love you Squirty! I miss you so much!
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